gave him a pinch of snuff, took six himself, and the result in The Free Lance of that week was a report of an interview which, backed by a virile and scathing editorial, overthrew the town government and put the editor himself in the Mayor's chair. And the folks said. it was all due to his great nose, and incidentally to the quality and the quantity of the snuff he put in it.

That the editor was a bachelor was not to be wondered at. How could a man with such a long nose get in close touch with the fair sex at the most vulnerable point of contact? Indeed, the first evidence the community obtained that the editor had ever received any serious attention from a woman was when Mary Malone, who kept an applestand at the corner of High street, gave his nose so severe a twist that he called out for help, and was unable to supply himself with snuff except through one. nostril for two weeks. The two issues of The Free Lance during that time were tame in comparison with the usual virile and spicy tone of the paper, and the folks said the editor's thinking apparatus, which was operated by the snuff supplied through his wounded. nose, refused to work full time until it could be fed through both nostrils, instead of one. Be that as it may, the editor was not himself and his paper showed it. If he had not found fault in his "Local Comments" with Mary's apple-stand obstructing the sidewalk both doors to his brain would have remained open and his consumption of snuff would not have had to be temporarily diminished. Nevertheless, his mishap was not without compensations.

The editor's shout for help to release his nose from Mary's vicious grasp brought to his assistance Councilor Clark, in front of whose house the as

sault took place, and it was in the councilor's home that the editor's wounded trunk was doctored and set in place. Councilor Clark had a daughter who was supposed to be quickly approaching the threshold of old maidenhood because her nose was as conspicuously short as the editor's was strikingly long. It needed only a short acquaintance with Miss Clark and the customary three heaped pinches of snuff in each nostril to give birth in the editor's fertile brain to the idea that as her nose was about as much too short as his was too long it might be feasible to bring them together. Miss Clark was not averse to this proposition, for be it remembered that Editor Littlejohn had recently been elected. Mayor of the town, and she would be a foolish woman, indeed, who would refuse to marry a Mayor, especially when he is at the same time an able editor, composed almost wholly of brains plus

nose.

When it became known through the town that the editor had some private business on hand around at Councilor Clark's the gossips began to get busy.

Among the first to size up the situation correctly was Banker Gow, who lived opposite Councilor Clark and had a fine opportunity for observation. "Tell it not in Gath," he said when he met the borough engineer at the club, "Editor Littlejohn is going to marry Miss Clark."

"So I hear," replied the engineer, who had good reason for being unfriendly to the editor. "The two noses are to be brought together." And they were.

SAVED.--Harris-They tell me you have had a very narrow escape from death?

Spurr-Yes; they were going to operate upon me for appendicitis, but they discovered in time that I hadn't the money to pay for it. -Boston Transcript.

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"LITERARY LANDMARKS OF THE SCOTTISH UNIVERSITIES:"

BY LAWRENCE HUTTON.

(Published by G. P. Putnam's Sons, October, 1904.)

This is one of the best books of the year. It is particularly rich in illustrations, and tells in a genial and attractive way the associations that have grown up around the famous institutions of learning in Scotland-the Universities of Edinburgh, Glasgow, Aberdeen and St. Andrews. It is the last work of the late Lawrence Hutton, who resided many years in Princeton, N. J., and was well known as the author of excellent works. The present work tells of the celebrated men who attended the different universities, and also of the minor schools and colleges of Scotland. Mr. Hutton was in many ways peculiarly fitted for the work. Of Scottish descent, he was enthusiastic in all matters of a Scottish kind, and devoted much of his leisure time in visiting the seats of learning in Scotland. He had a close and lasting acquaintance with the leading literary men of the last century, and a vast and

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Old College, Edinburgh.

manuscript of this volume was sent to the printer some weeks before Mr. Hutton's death, but the proofs were returned too late for his revision. They have been read by a friend and neighbor of his in the town in which he died, a town which is the seat of an American uni

sale and abiding popularity. The book is appropriately dedicated to Principal Woodrow Wilson, of Princeton, and the work has been edited by Mr. John H. Finley, who says in the introduction:

"It seems now most fitting that the last book of literary landmarks written by Mr. Hutton should have been devoted to Scotland, the home of his ancestors, and the last chapter to St. Andrews University, in whose environing town his own father was born. The