a married woman, whose lover was about to reform by running away, procured a pistol and shot him dead.

“why did you do that, madam?” inquired a policeman, sauntering by.

“because,” replied the married woman, “he was a wicked man, and had purchased a ticket to chicago.”

“my sister,” said an adjacent man of god, solemnly, “you cannot stop the wicked from going to chicago by killing them.”