A Versatile Excuse. On my wn to church one morning I passed two little nowsbojs who stood beside a third, vviitcblni; him work devastation on a big, re' cheeked apple. At last ono could no longer control tho craving that came over him as ho covetously observed tho demonstrations of gastronomic pleasure pleas-ure with which tho eater greedily embellished em-bellished his repast. "I'lno give me vvnn bolte Jlst1 wan' ' he begged Wavv," was the nnswer. Interspersed with noisy "chnvvnl.s" nud maddening, long-drawn Intakes of luscious Juice, "naw. Me maw said I dnssn't." Quick as a wink tho suppliant saw tluuugh the wily suliterlugo and retorted: re-torted: "Thin mo mavv'll say Ol dassn't th' nlxt tolme Ol hov wan." Judge.