SPITS TALKEDThe Small Boy Was Out in Force Aiding and Abetting.EVE OF ALL HALLOWSIiiiiiiTake the Owl Cafe by Storm and the Multitude Is Fed,1i:Last night was the vigil of All Hal-j lows and supernatural forces were abroad. This relic of pagan times sticks with us closer than a brother* and the small boy, being somewhat c,f a pagan himself, hugs the occasion to his breast with glee.He was out last night all right, and I ii if there had been any cows around handy anrl any lawns to be munched.oFj many a kind-faced bovine would have • ei! been discovered by the morning sun! quietly nipping the daffodils in hisod;11a! neighbor's front yard.Every hoy whose hair has turnedgrey can well remember the time heitv*, worked and sweated all night in the I a; I laudable purpose of pZaefng Deacon !ajI Spoopendikc's buggy on top of Silas ! nr• »'Sawyers barn. With a band of grim!*^= patriots lie toiled through the mid- b;■; night hours dragging heavy sections *1' [of fence miles down the lane, or piled joi ■ with commendable energy several j m : tons of coal on the schodhouse floor. • N ! In the morning he cot up sore and jri tlr^d to fare forth and look at thejdi : work f f the spirits. Joy revived with-J^ in his breast as he watched Si taking 1 r down the buggy with the help of the'd* hired man. and heard him cuss tlm : *ipesky littJo devils who turned the colts : liJinto tin* oat bin, ''lt;•»Many barrels piled in front of the jw meeting house door filled him with \^lt; unholy glee and the town pump filled jor wirh kerosene was as the balm of life. {^ Last night they were out in force, ■ of these youngsters who welcome Hah .pi In ween with almost the same joy that j1 ^ heralds the great and. glorious Fourth. .[n Fp and down the streets they march- ! U1 o{\ making the night hideous with i I,r; strange noises. Twenty of them -N*’-stormed the Ow] cafe and the waiters on were glad to escape with their lives f-n after giving them nil a feed. With a T1‘i ph rut of triumph they sallied forth to ; waylay passers-by and drive them on . iv the run with their clamor-iBlushing maids looked shyly into,*-0 the mysterious mirror that never fails ;th. to give back the reflection of the fu- ; be tttre groom-to-be. Everywhere the \ t4 hand of mystery worked its mystic 1 ai1 dMugs and the siell of witchcraft was I be in the land.Ha Ho wet n is a great night and many — a man looked wistfully at the gay youngster?. harking hack over the years when he was one of them and just as anxious to get into mischief.He wished once more for the chance ,:o make life miserable for the village j svatchman, and to feel in his throat fhe delicious clutch of fear as he icurried away in the darkness before be heavy tread of that wrathy officer.It was great fun to yell Cop! and hen duck up an alley and bide in a arrel as you heard him lumbering by, reathing maledictions on the whole •ace of kids. What boots it If they lo pry up the woodshed to an angle if 45 degrees and put 17 hencoops un* ter it? It’s only a few times in life re can have such fun* and everybody :nowB that Halloween only comes nee a year.sople who expect to reap a har-; when they have sown no seed v great confidence in their fellows.The capacity of the Atlantic cables 3 300*000,000 words annually. Only 5,000,000 are sent