of course! by all means. Train them up to a stake if you want to.
The wind don't blow them about so and they send out more shoots."

"You misunderstand me," yelled Mr. Lamb. "I asked about Moses, not
roses. I want to know who was the mother-in-law of Moses."

"Oh yes; certainly. Excuse me; I thought you were inquiring about
roses. The law of Moses was the foundation of the religion of the
Jews. You can find it in full in the Pentateuch. It is admirable--very
admirable--for the purpose for which it was ordained. We, of course,
have outlived that dispensation, but it still contains many things
that are useful to us, as, for instance, the--"

"Was Moses married?" shrieked Mr. Lamb.

"Married? Oh, yes; the name of his father-in-law, you know, was
Jethro, and--"

"Who was his wife?"

"Why, she was the daughter of Jethro, of course. I said Jethro was his
father-in-law."

"No; Jethro's wife, I mean. I want to know to settle a bet."

"No, that wasn't her name. 'Bet' is a corruption of Elizabeth, and
that name, I believe, is not found in the Old Testament. I don't
remember what the name of Moses' wife was."

"I want to know what was the name of the mother-in-law of Moses, to
settle a bet."

"Young man," said the old doctor, sternly, "you are trifling with a
serious subject. What do you mean by wanting Moses to settle a bet?"

Then Mr. Lamb rolled up a sheet of music that lay on the piano; and
putting it to the doctor's ear, he shouted,

"I made--a--bet--that--I--could--find--out--what--the--name--of
Moses'--mother-in-law--was. Can--you--tell--me?"

"The Bible don't say," responded the doctor; "and unless you can get a
spiritualist to put you in communication with Moses, I guess you will
lose."

Then Peter went around and handed over the stakes. Hereafter he will
gamble on other than biblical games.

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[Illustration: THE CAT SUCCUMBS]

Mr. Lamb has an inquiring mind. He is always investigating something.
He read somewhere the other day that two drops of the essential oil
of tobacco placed upon the tongue of a cat would kill the animal
instantly. He did not believe it, and he concluded to try the
experiment to see if it was so. Old Squills, the druggist, has a cat
weighing about fifteen pounds, and Mr. Lamb, taking the animal into
the back room, shut the door, opened the cat's mouth, and applied the
poison. One moment later a wild, unearthly "M-e-e-e-e-ow-ow-ow!" was