At Huntingdon, not five miles distant, are four or five hundred people lacking all the educational advantages of an up-to-date--or is 'down-to-date' proper ?--press.

And Millville--good gracious! What would sleepy Millville folks think of having a bright, newsy, metropolitan newspaper left on their doorsteps every morning, or evening, as the case may be ?" "H-m," said Uncle John; "I scent a social revolution in the wilds of Chazy County." "Let's start it right away!" cried Patsy.

"The 'Millville Tribune.' What do you say, girls ?" "Why 'Tribune ?'" asked Louise.
"Because we three will run it, and we're a triumvirate--the future tribunal of the people in this district." "Very good!" said Uncle John, nodding approval.

"A clever idea, Patsy." "But it's all nonsense, sir," observed Arthur Weldon, in astonishment.
"Have you any idea of the details of this thing you are proposing ?" "None whatever," said the little millionaire.

"That's the beauty of the scheme, Arthur; it may lead us into a reg'lar complicated mix-up, and the joy of getting untangled ought to repay us for all our bother." "Perhaps so--if you ever untangle," said the young man, smiling at the whimsical speech.