s! Ev'ry man thet kin git a horse let him go. And a horse
fer me. No time ter spare. Quick!"

In fifteen minutes a dozen of the best mounted, led by Missoo, who
should not have been out of his room, rode out of the town in the midst
of the wildest excitement. Fully fifty men straggled behind as best they
could, and perhaps half as many more followed on foot.

"We'll bring him back, boys, if we have ter go ter Virginny City an'
razee the town," said Missoo.

And the answer was a yell that made Bill sure that Missoo meant what he
said and was taken at his word by his followers.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

A PRINCE OF CEYLON.

Ceylon is so far away, and the Ceylonese so little known to civilized
people, that we are apt to imagine them as half-clad barbarians. But
they have adopted many modern customs which curiously intermingle with
their native habits. A recent traveler thus describes a native prince:

"He wore black trowsers and a coat, a white waistcoat and a heavy, round
black cap. On his coat, at the sleeves as well as down the front, and on
his waistcoat, were numerous buttons, each one of gold, with a gleaming
diamond for a centre. Round his waist was a heavy gold girdle of massive
links, with two loops in front which went to form a watch-chain, long
enough and strong enough for his highness to hang himself with. The
third and fourth fingers of each hand were loaded with rings, set with
brilliants and precious stones. In the waistcoat pocket the top of a
cigarette case was showing, and, when he pulled it out for a smoke,
there was a big cluster of brilliants in the centre of the concave side.
His walking-stick had a gold cross-head, and on the other side his
initials were set with diamonds and rubies."

STORIES OF SCHOOL LIFE.

An old college man recalls two characteristic anecdotes about a
well-known Harvard professor, Sophocles, or "Sophy," as he was generally
called. He was an excellent teacher, but he had his favorites, whom he
would never allow to fail in recitation. One day the question under
discussion was the dark color of the water of a certain river. "Why was
the water dark?" said Sophocles. One pupil ventured, "Because it was so
deep." "That is not right. The next." "Because of the color of the mud;"
and so on, until he came to a favorite, when the question took this
form: "The reason is not known why the water was black, is it?" "No,
sir!" came t