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Show MRS. GREELEY'S MISTAKE. One of the oddest and most origi-' itf nal characters that ever lived was the great editor, Horace Greeley, whose statue may be seen in Printing-House Square, New York, gazing ever to- -1 ward the mighty West that has far outgrown even his prophetic visions of future prosperity and greatness. During his waking moments Mr. Greeley's mind was so preoccupied - with his newspaper work and his votav uminous correspondence that he neglr lected many of the conventionalities of deportment and dress. In this way he was somewhat of a trial to Mrs. Greeley. It annoyed her, for Instance, if he wore one leg of his trousers inside of his boot-top and the other one outside, but Mr. Grcely would do it through oversight, over-sight, of course. It worried) her when he used the parlor centre-table for a f. hat-rack; yet he persisted in the habit until Mrs. G., her patience exhausted, was compelled to resort to strenuous measures to cure himi It was while the "cure" was being wrought out that Mr. Greeley rer, " ceived a business call one day, at"hi summer home in Chappaqua, ffrom JL tliQ IntQ Congrcsinan Amos L Gum-fL mings, who yas at that time a subeditor sub-editor on the Tribune, of which Greeley Gree-ley was owner and editor-in-chief. The interview took place in the par-B par-B lor. Cummings kept his hat in his hand until he was inside the room; then, dropping it on the table, he and Ins chief sat down opposite each o,th-cr, o,th-cr, and were soon -deep in constilta-tion. constilta-tion. T In the midst of their conversation Mrs. Greeley walked briskly into the rdoin,- smiled pleasantly at Mr. fG's caller, and then her facial thcrmom-ctcr thcrmom-ctcr suddenly dropped to thirty lclow zero as she caught sight of the hat on the "table. For the fraction of a sec- J ond she allowed her gaze to rest up- , on the offending headgear, and then stepping quickly over to the table she caught up the hat and flungit out Qf the open window into the yard. ' ("Why, Mother, you mustn't 'do1 i thai!" exclaimed Mr. Greeley. "What ' will Amos think?" i p j 'Well, then, keep your hat off the table!" was the tart reply. "I told yqu,,jrnot over half an hour ago, wlicn I threw it out of the window,' I'd do it f - evjery time I found it here." )rYcs, Mother, I know' you did," cliucklc'd'Mr.' Grcc'lcy, "so I clidnH bring it back in. Tt was Mr. Cummings' Cum-mings' hat you threw out this timel" Then, turning to his caller, he said with another chuckle, as Mrs. G. hajstily vanished from the room: "I '' forgot to tell you, Amos, that Mrs. Greeley is trying to break mc of the habit of leaving my hat lying around on the centre-table." 'Never mind," said -Cummings dryly: dry-ly: "I've found it out. The next thing will be to find my hat when I want to wear it home." But he had no trouble about that. Mrs. Grccly was nowhere visible when-thc when-thc interview was over, but bpth hats were found hanging in their proper places on the lwll-rack, and there was ab'out 'them (especially the one belonging be-longing to the future Congressman) a well-brushed look which seemed to say: "With th oologies of Mrs. G." Iv WHEN THE COMMUNITY ' i . FAILED. 1 Mr. Leslie, M, Show, who used tqf be th,e favorite son of Iowa and who can't 'toe a prodigal yet, because pu i don't hear of any fatted calves being QQokcd for him out in Manilla, Iowa (spTelli it' with" two l'sQMr; Leslie- MSftier Shaw (no symbolism in the middle name) says that out his old way the people met the panic with something that, though Mr. Shaw doesn't so describe it, must have been a combination of the courage of conviction con-viction in their heads and the fear of God in their hearts. He says that in a little town in Clinton County, where there was only one bank, and where that bank seemed likely to fail, the banker it was a private bankjust closed his doors and hung out a s:gn that read as follows: , s This Bank Ain't Failed The Community's Failed When the Community Comes To Ag'in, This Bank Will Resume Business. The Post. i n |