drawn it was announced by the deacon that number
nineteen drew the quilt and the little sister turned to the traveling man
and said, "My! that is my number. I have drawn it. What shall I do?" "Hold
up your ticket and shout keno," said he.

The little deaconess did not stop to think that there might be guile
lurking in the traveling man, but being full of joy at drawing the quilt,
and ice cream because the traveling man bought it, she rushed into the
crowd towards the deacon, holding her number, and shouted so they could
hear it all over the house, "_Keno!_"

[Illustration: "KENO!" ]

If a bank had burst in the building there couldn't have been so much
astonishment. The deacon turned pale and looked at the poor little sister
as though she had fallen from grace, and all the church people
looked sadly at her, while the worldly minded people snickered. The little
woman saw that she had got her foot into something, and she blushed and
backed out, and asked the traveling man what "keno" meant. He said he
didn't know exactly, but he had always seen people, when they won anything
at that game, yell "keno." She isn't exactly clear yet what "keno" is, but
she says she has sworn off taking advice from pious looking traveling men.
They call her "Little Keno" now.

THE OLD SWEET SONGS.

A Boston girl sings: "What is home without a mother," while the old lady
is mending her daughter's stockings. There is something sweet about those
old songs.

FAILURE OF A SOLID INSTITUTION.

We are astonished to see that a Boston dealer in canned goods has failed.
If there is one branch of business that ought to be solid it is that of
canning fruits and things, for there must be the almightiest profit on it
that there is on anything. It must be remembered that the stuff is canned
when it is not salable in its natural state.

If the canners took tomatoes, for instance, when they first came around,
at half a dollar for six, and canned them, there would be some excuse for
charging twenty-five cents for a tin thing full, but they wait until the
vines are so full of tomatoes that the producer will pay the cartage if
you will haul them away, and then the tomatoes are dipped into hot water
so the skin will drop off and they are chucked into cans that cost two
cents each, and you pay two shillings for them, when you get hungry for
tomatoes. The same way with peas, and peaches, and everything.

Did you ever try to eat canned peas? They are alwa