loose on the dash board, and the
left arm of the driver is around the pretty girl, and they are talking
low. It is not necessary to talk loud, as they are so near each other
that the faintest whisper can be heard.

But a change comes over them. A carriage appears in front, coming
towards them. It may be some one that knows them. The young man picks
up the lines, and the horses are in the air, and as they pass the other
carriage it almost seems as though the team is running away, and the
girl that was in sweet repose a moment before acts as though she wanted
to get out. After passing the intruder the walk and conversation are
continued.

If you meet the party on the Whitefish Bay road at 10 o'clock at night,
the horses are walking as quietly as oxen, and they never wake up until
coming into town, and then he pulls up the team and drives through town
like a cyclone, and when he drives up to the house the old man is on the
steps, and he thinks John must be awful tired trying to hold that team.
And he is.

It is thought by some that horses have no intelligence, but a team that
knows enough to take in a sporadic case of buggy sparking has got sense.
These teams come high, but the boys have to have them.

ADDICTED TO LIMBURG CHEESE.

During the investigation of Chief Kennedy one witness testified to
something that ought to make it hot for the chief. When men stoop to do
the things that Mr. Chapin testified to, an outraged public sentiment
has got to step in. Mr. Chapin testified--and he is a man whose word
is as good as our note--he said he met Kennedy in a street car, and his
breath smelled of limburg cheese. That is enough. Carry his remains out.

Any man who will appear in a public place, among folks, with his breath
smelling of limburg cheese, has got his opinion of us. It is simply
damnable. We can see how a man who likes limburg cheese is liable,
though he may have sworn off, to return to the mustard cup, and after
the first taste, fill his skin full of cheese, arguing that one may as
well die for an old sheep as a lamb.

It is a well known fact, agreed to by all scientists, that a single
mouthful' will tarnish an otherwise virtuous breath as much as a whole
cheese. One mouthful of cheese leads on to another, and we are prepared
to believe that if the chief smelled of cheese at all, he was full of
it.

Men cannot be too careful of cheese. If a man feels that he is going to
commit the dastardly act of eat