Deceitful Mu.Two men were standing together in a postofflce. One of them happened to notice that a postcard held in the fingers of the other was addressed to the holder.“Why, what does this mean?” he asked. “Do yon address letters tsyourself?”“In this case, yes,” was the answer.“That’s funny.”“Well, not so very- See the otherside.”He held it up. and the other side read: “Brother Blank—There will be a meeting of the 1. O. O. S. B., No. 387, at the hall tonight to transact special business. Members not present will be fined $10. J. B., secretary.”“Yes, but I don’t exactly catch on,” protested the Innocent.“Oh, you don’t? Well, I got the cards printed myself. The society is all a myth. When 1 want to go out of an evening, I direct one of these cards to my house. 1 reach home, and my wife hands it to me with a sigh. 1 offer to stay home and stand the fine of 2 guineas, but of course she won’t allow that. That’s all, my frlettfl, except that the scheme is worked by hundreds of others, and the poor, deluded wives haven’t tumbled to It yet”