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O • » O T''" *5* A O ♦ ♦ * The Salting of the Tio Juan ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ * ♦ ♦ ♦ l opyrgglt. i'JOk, lit M «r.g L» & '5' •» WOLCOTT IX CLEAR. ÌEARD Itaur Ifirl * ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ . e e said lie. addr«nslng the cron de "Till» yere young feller is Mr. Bob Joyce what has Jus’ struck the town He'« heard some of you a-talkin* In a way that’s kinder personal 'bout them there socks what he's got on. Now, he al lows that it ain't uone of yer business what klnt i* socks he wears, an' 11 anyliody thinks he'd like to make II his business all lie’s got ter do Is tei step right up an’ interview Mr. Bot Joyce on the subject.” He paused, am' again be looktd around the room. Nt one spoke. "Come." Toi»i went on. “We can'l wait here all night Jus' fer your con venlence. Step lively an’ come along one ut u time. Now's the time ter sub scribe. N'olssly coinin'? Where's yet spurtin' blood? Here's $50, all or anj part of it. o.i Mr. Hub Joyce 'gainst uu> mun yere ut evens, guns an'" kniiei barred." He-paused again and then went on: "Five ter four, tbeu. Nc takers? Five ter three.’ Nobody yet! Two ter one. Now, then, that's my las offer. You fellers is a kinder Jaclt rabbity crowd. So long. We can't wult no longer, only don't say yot ain't bud a fair chance fer a firs’ class lickin’; that's all.” As be finished speaking be motioned Joyce to proved« him and then backed out of the door Once outside be hurried bis companiot down the road ami around the cornet of au adobe building. “Now we know where we're at,' said be. "It wasn't no way likely that none of them fellers would de anything, but you can’t never tell There's some that'd like ter. They’ll all be dead sore ou you now ufter that bluff I chucked. Y'ou wunter look oul fer that there crowd.” "Do you mean that they’ll slioot m« In the back?" asked Joyce uneasily. “No, maybe not. Likely they'll try an’ get you Inter an argerment, though, an' then let that kinder muke au openin’. Have ter keep yer gun bandy; that's all." “But I haven't any gun,” said the younger man, rather concerned at th« prospect before him. Tom, however, seemed to take it as a matter of course. , well," said he in a soothing •you kin get one termorrer. Y ere are at the house. That’s her staudln’ in the door there." NEW SHORT STORIES THEDES GLASS WOÄkffRS. HuaLln a«d HI» Serv««t», The lllirb Art That t-'lonriabed Orel Ft»*«> «enturle» Ag». An intimate frieiM of Ruxkin rvlat«-« an incident illustrating that simplicity, gentleness and sympathy were charac teristics of his relations with the serv ants of his household. "I was dinlug with Mr. Ruskin one evening when during tlie meal, as we were enjoying n rhubarb tart, I happened to say that It was the first I bail tasted that sea ton nnd remarketl how delicious it was. Mr. Ruskin manifested delight at my appreciation of his rhubarb, and, ring ing for one of the servants, be said, ’Please tell Jackson I wunt him.’ When Jackson came into the room his mas ter said, ’I am very pleased to tell you, Jackson, that your first pulling of rhu barb Is quite u success, and my friend here says that it Is delicious.’ "When we ha«l finished dining a serv ant brought lighted candles into th«! room, which was almost dark, the win dows being shaded by the dense, over- 'Hie glassblowera of ancient Thebes are known to buve been etjually as pro ficient In that particular art as la the moat scientific craftsmuu of the sum« trade of the present day, after • laps« of over forty centuries of so called "progress." They were well acquaint- e«l with the art ot staining glass und are known to have produced that coin modity in great profusion and perfec tion. Rossellini gives an illustration of a piece of stained glass known to be 4,000 years old which displays«! ar tistic taste of high order, both In tlut and design. In this case the color Is struck through the vitrified structure, and hs mentions designs struck entirely in pieces from a half to throe-quarters of an inch thick, tlie color being perfectly ln< orporntisl with the structure of ths piece and exactly the same on both th« obverse aud reverse sides. The priests of P’taii at Memphis were adepts in the glassmaker’s art, and not only did they have factories for manufacturing the common crystal variety, but they had learned the vitri fying of the different colors and of Im itating precious stones to perfection. Their Imitations of the amethyst and of the vurious other colored gems were so true to nature that even now, after they have lain In the desert sands from 2.000 to 4.000 years, it takes an expert to distinguish the genuine articles from tlie spurious. It has been shown that, besides being experts in glassmilking and coloring, they also used the dia mond in cutting and engraving. In the British museum there Is a beauti ful piece of stained glass with an en graved emblazonment of the monarch Thothmes III., who lived 3,400 years ago. " ... ..... HUMOR OF THE HOUR > Hill* Harold*« Victim«. Gcms In Vcrce There is a four-year-old boy in this city whose parents vow they will uev «•’ er again take him out unless In u Sat*. fi«d. Fish In de river private closed cub, where his remark An' me out on de aho*— * will not I m * overheard. Dat’e . . it. It was mamma’s turn first to revelvt Don’t want any mu'. a shock. She und her dearest girl F’iah line In my Ùngere An' ftsh worms In de can— friend were returning from u matinee Dat a enough enjo» ment Harold walking demurely enough be Fob any mortal man. tween them, when be suddenly lifted Don't need no palaoff bls eyes, his chubby Hat and bls cleat Nor no scrumptious clothes: voice and, pointing to a giddy coruei Doesn' wan* no Pullman car they were passlug. said: When travelin' I goes. "That’s where my papa gets lib Mu nona In de cabin An" de ehlllun round de do’— drinks. I know, *euz he give me « Fish in de river swallow not to never tell.” An' me out on de sho*. Next time papu did not take Harold —Washington Star for a friendly stroll, but the youngstei was along when some men friends iq The Autumn Bloom. from the country for a week end visit After the verdure and bloom of spring, After the blossoming and the fruiting to Harold's family were seeing th« sights of the city. When they went b, After time. the harvest's golden garnering, a certain drug store the laiy with th« After the ripened fruits bave passed memory tugged at papa's «•oat their prime, “Look,” he said delightedly—“look After the meadows lie all browned and a there! That's where mamma buyed sear the tiedbug poison yest'dy.” — New Under the burning heat of A us us t’Ji sun. York 1’ross. frontier, Nearly all her life had spent far from even the smallest set- oot leg was approximately tlement In the desert country of the quiet, for It was u little after southwest. Boot Leg to her was a cen noon and most of Boot Leg ter of civilization, yet even now a small lump that always appeared on w’us at dinner. Old Mrs. Elkins sat at her table, but the InMiom of Old Mrs. Elkins’ calico she was not eating. Tom, her nephew, gown was generally known to be caus noted this fact, and from time to time ed by a weapon that rested there, a he would suspend his own energetic weapon which she would as soon have attack upon the food long enough to thought of leaving off as she would glance uneasily at hla aunt. Her con the gown Itself slid which no wornaD duct was unusual, and It troubled him. could use with more quickness and ac After the corn hangs ripened In the ear. It waa not her lack of appetite that curacy. After the summer Howers have bloomed When Boot Leg pointed with pride Lonffl« uallnal Limitations. and gon.-. troubled Tom so much as her abstrac to Old Mrs. Elkins, It did so from a “ Can I put this dog In the buggag« tion. Ordinarily she was interested in After the early frosts have nipped the ear?*' asked the tall, angulur matron everything. Now each remark offered distance. She did not encourage fa leaves. miliarity, and the fact that she had on the station platform. After the vine clings leafless to the by Tom was half heard and answered wall, "Yes, ma'urn,” said the conductor, In monosyllables, frequently Irrelevant never until now asked any man Into After the snow its first light mantle her bouse made the present Invitation glancing at the dachshund and turning ones, and she kept her bead turned weaves. the animal over to the brakeman, “But toward a window In such a manner more remarkable. Furthermore, Tom After November rains begin to fall. did not know bow to deliver It. He we'll have to double him up. Tliere’i that Tom could not see her face. from nature’s heart a second only one baggage car In this train, All Cometh There wu» no apparent reason why was not acquainted with this young bloom; man, and it Is difficult for a diffident aboard! ” — Chicago Tribune. she should wish to look out of tho win Cometh o’er field and meadow far and near, dow. To be sure, the cottage was person—and Tom was diffident—to de A second verdure, brightening autumn’s liver an 1 .vltatlon of this kind to a built on the only eminence In Boot Leg, Where Illa Thoochla Were. gloom; and the view, therefore, was an ex Briggs What a fellow you are! 1 Cometh the Indian summer of the year. tended one. but it was not In the least don't believe you thought of your wife Richer and more enduring than the attractive. The wrinkled, gravelly once while you were away. spring’s plain was as dry as dust So were the Griggs On the contrary, I couldn't Is tho strong verdure of the autumn bare, earthy mountains that bounded It YOUK RHUBARB IS A SUCCESS. days. get her out of my mind for a minute the full year's most gorgeous blos on three sides. Boot Leg, sprawling on 1 was afraid she’d get on to the rack And somings hanging tre«’s, although the suu had KEEP UP YOUR ENERGY. the bank of the sluggish little river et, don't you know. ” — Boston Tran not yet gone down. After placing the Are found by garden path and wood that contained all the water In sight, land ways. capdies she was about to leave the Stand Erect nnd Walk ■■ Tbouffb script. was composed largely of adobe bouses, room when she suddenly stopped nnd You Were Somebody- Dear Nature, teacher, messenger of grace, and they, too, were bare and dry and Couldn’t Be Positive. said, ‘Please, sir, there’s a beautiful Blessed Is the heart that feels, the eye Never allow your physical standard earthy. Judging from the fact that that sees Nell—He asked me if your hair was sunset sky Just now over the Old to drop. Keep up your energy. Walk In thy all changeful yet all steadfast while Boot Leg supported but two Man.’ Ruskin rose from his chair. He as If you were somebody and were go dyed. face stores, yet seventeen saloons of one Belle—The idea! What did you tell returned soon. ‘Yes,’ he said to me, ing to do something worth while In the Thy heavenly lessons, sweet analogies. kind and another flourished there, one ‘it Is worth seeing. Come.’ And he world, so that even a stranger will note him? For, oh, how often, 'neath life's August would think that the Inhabitants of Nell—I told him I didn’t know. 1 led the way upstairs to his bedroom. your bearing and mark your superior ray, Boot Leg might be as dry as the moun “It was a glorious sight. The sun ity. If you have fallen Into a habit of wasn't with you when you bought It— The parched up meadows of the heart tains and the plain and the town. And [TO BE CONTINUED.] was sinking behind the Conlston Old walking in a listless. Indolent way, Philadelphia Ledger. lie dead, so they were. And 'neath the heat and burden of the day Man mountain, and the mist and rip turn right about face at once and make The tender blooms and joys of life “They’» a new tenderfoot In town,” CHEAP SILKS. ples on the lake were tinged with a a change. You don't want to shuffle The Gown the Thing. seem fled! said Tom Anally in a lust desperate at crimson flush. We sat In the window along like tlie failures we often see sit They Do Not Wenr Well Because recess without speaking a word till the tempt to Interest his aunt. "He's the Still rooted In the life and strength divine. ting around on park benches or lolling They Are Heavily A.lulternted. Our lives may have their second blos derndeat tenderfoot you ever see. He's sun went down behind the mountain.” about the streets, with their hands In soming, Tlie woman whose silk skirt splits —Harper’s Weekly. got pants on that's short an' buttoned And the best fruitage of our being’s prime their pockets, or haunting Intelligence rouu' tils legs, an’ he wears bls stock the second or third time she wears It Even In old age our earnest hands may Walt Whitman "nt Work.” offices and wondering why fate has bring. in's -tlie stockin'» has got razzle dazzle Is apt to sigh for the silks of her Andrew Carnegie tells a story of been so hard with them. You dou't stripes all over ’em — he wears them grandmother's day, with their seeming Walt Whitman, the poet, who, as is want to give people the Impression that And Indian summer days of joy may stockin's pulled up over Ills {Mints. The come ly imperishable qualities, but as a mat well known, was dependent during you are discouraged or thut you are al To hearts once swept by storms of boys Is all laughin' at him.” As he ter of fact silks are much better now most of Ids life upon the generosity of ready falling to the rear. Straighten griefs and fears, finished speaking Tom smiled, but the And tender buds of love and hope may than they were before. The ancestral his friends and admirers for support up. then! Stand erect! Be a man! smile was forced und betray«*! the anx- On one occasion a friend said to You are a child of the Infinite King. bloom silks, which were woven on hand lety that lay beneath It. To bin great To gladden eyes that once were blind looms, were never of an even texture, Whitman, "Well, Walt, how are things You have royal blood In your veins. with tears. surprise, Old Mrs. Elkina was Interest Emphasise It by your bearing. A man whereas with modern machinery the going this year?” «si at once. Blest earnest of our deathless heritage! “ Fine, ” exclaimed Whitman. "I'm at who Is conscious of bls kinship with last Inch of a hundred yard piece When slopes life’s pathway gently to "You don't mean that tlieah big one, work now. 1 am lu the employ of G<xl and of his power and who believes comes out exactly the same as the first ward tomb do you,” she erled, "the one — well, “Don’t lay you ain't had a fair chattel Miss Footlight—Yes, I’ve got a lovely Under the the softly falling snows of age one. The art of dyeing, too, has been George Childs. He pays me $75 a thoroughly in himself walks with a new play for this season. that theah one with the yellah halah?” month. ” ter a fire’ claia lickin’.” We thank thee, Father, for the autumn firm, vigorous step, with his head erect, In her eagerness Ol«l Mrs. Elkins’ vole«!. stranger. 'or some time Tom strolled brought to u state of perfectlou never Miss Boubrette What Is it? bloom. “What!” exclaimed the friend. “You, his chin In, his shoulders thrown back —Helen Ekin Starrett In Interior. In spite of Its soft southwestern drawl, aimlessly about, bringing up nt last at known before, and communication be Walt, at work! May I ask you what Is Miss Footlight—A society drama In and down, and bls chest well projected tween tlie silk workers of the world is became almost sharp. four acts and live new gowns. i' occupation?” the primitive little building that called so rapid that a discovery made by one In order to give a large lung capacity. THE PANTHEON. "Yes, lie’s big,” replied her nephew, Itself a hotel, with a resolution to speak ■Why,” answered Whitman, "I ride He Is the man who does things. Is soon known to all the others. The “big as me. bigger maybe. Ills hair's to the stranger and have It over with. in the street curs. I fall into conversa Modi Worae. it line Withstood Vicissitude« ol You cannot aspire or accomplish great reason so many modern silks do not sure kinder light too. He wouldn't be tion with the drivers and conductors or noble things so long as you assume The barroom was crowded, as nt tills lifer Twenty Centuries. “I can’t Imagine anything harder than none so slow fer a man If be didn't time of day It always was. In the even wear Is because they are adulterated and find out which of them have no the attitude mid bearing of a coward to tell a girl that you love her. I tell The Pantheon Is the moat Interesting have them fool clo'es on. I lon’t see ing the gambling saloons and dance to meet the demand for cheapness, overcoats. Then 1 guess at their size or weakling. If you would be noble you, that takes courage.” of all the interesting places of Rome. what a man wants ter dress himself halls took the people elsewhere. On their wearing ability being In exact und notify Childs, who sends them the and do noble things you must look up. "Yes, but think of the courage it It was used for its present purpose as proportion to the amount of silk they up like a monkey fer, the way he the veranda sat the tenderfoot, pre contain. Cheap silks are largely made overcoats n«*eded. It's not very hard You were made to look upwurd and to takes to tell a girl that you don’t love a place of religious worship before the does.” tending not to hear the comments on up of dye and dressing. A good quali work,” the poet added pensively, “and, walk upright, not to look down or to her after you’ve once told her you did." foundations of the Coliseum were laid. "He don't look no moah like a mon his appearance made by the men In th« you see, it helps Childs along.”—Wo shamble along In a semlhorlzontal posi —Philadelphia Press. Its huge doors have opened to admit key’n you do,” said Old Mrs. Elkins in barroom. There was no one with him. ty of silk Is defined by manufacturers man's Home Companion. the great ones of the earth, from Au tion. Put character, dignity, nobility, as one which has not more than four dignantly, “not so much. He hasn't got Rather at a loss how to open a conver gustus Caesar to Napoleon, an asser Into your walk.—Success. Just the Thing For Her. ounces of weighting to the pound, a brown hide like you. I don’t see sation, Torn seated himself by the A Story of General Lee. “Why is your daughter taking les tion that will scarcely be disputed. and none have less than two ounces. what you wantah run down a puhson stranger's side. For a moment or two After the final surrender of the Con It stands In the very heart of old sons on the violin? Has she a particu Native Drew In Tibet. Most of the weighting Is put In during fob Jus’ because he happens to be bet be shifted uneasily. Then, to cover his Rome, and the vicissitudes which have The native dress of Tibet consists lar talent for that Instrument?" the dyeing process, and when a man fixlerate forces ut Appomattox General tab lookin’ than you.” embarrassment, lie pulled from bls ufacturer sends a quantity of silk to Lee und General Meade, who before essentially of a very wide gown five “No, not that we know of, but it befallen the Eternal City during tho Tom looked at bls aunt In blank as pocket a pl' *> and tobacco bag. The bag the dyer he says that he wants It to the outbreak of hostilities had been and a half feet long, with long sleeves, helps to show off her neck and arms 2,000 years of Its existence have left tonishment. Never before had he heard proved to empty. come back weighing so much, accord comrades In the United States army, tightened In at the waist and gathered to such good advantage.’’—Chicago It practically unchanged. Tho glided her speak In this way. He regarded it said the young man by ing to the nmount of adulteration re- met with mutual delight and imme up so as not to fall below the ankles Record-Herald. "Try mil bronze that lined its roof has been car as another proof that her health was Ills side, li ndlng over a pouch. Tom quired.—New Y’ork Tribune. diately resumed the terms of Intimate of the men of quality, or the towns ried off to “decorate" St. Peter’s, where, falling. friendship which had b«ieii temporarily men, nor below the knees of the com tilled Ills . pe, lit it, took a couple of In the form of clouds mid Cupids, cords Co «1<1 n't Remember All. Interrupted by the war. In the course mon people, w’ho have much walking "Look here,” said he anxiously after puffs and then, nodding thnnka, re POINTED PARAGRAPHS. Mrs. Crimsonbeak—Do you remem and curtains, ft tills the beholder with of the great conflict they had several a moment's pause. "I’m a-goln’ ter git turned the ■ouch. and work to do. Thus gathered up, ber what I told you last night when displeased amazement. that there doctor from Gila Bend ter "That there’s good terbaccer,” said Its tiles of bronze and gold were re Forgiveness is a very poor foundation times beeu pitted agulnst each other, the gown puffs out at the breast, form you came home? Meade beiug the victor and Lee the ing a huge pocket. At night the wear come over an’ have a look at you. be. for friendship. Mr. Crlmsonbeak — Good gracious, moved to Constantinople 1,500 years There's somethin' slipped a cog. I seen “Glad you like it," returned the oth Going visiting is like borrowing from losing commander at Gettysburg. In er lets it fall nnd Is thus wrapped up dear! What sort of a mind do you ago, and the statues which adorned it the course of tliclr talk on the day of from his ears to his feet, as In a bed. It yes'day. I’m a-goln' ter wire fer that er. Then ’’‘ere was a long pause, dur the neighbors—you have to pay back. suppose I've got?—Yonkers Statesman. have long since perished. But tho the reconciliation Lee remarked play Tibetan women wear the same gown— there doctor." Tom half rose from his ing which Zorn smoked vigorously and mighty walls yet stand, firm as ever, Which would be wiser for n man past fully to his old friend that he was be chair as he spoke. sweeping up to the majestic dome, tho looked at 1 « companion out of the cor fifty to do—marry a trained nurse or a it Is called a "chuba"—letting It hang Other Side of It. ginning to feel the weight of years— down to the ankle. Their dress varies largest, though not the highest, in the "Bet down," said Old Mrs. Elkins Im ners of his eyes. good cook? Him—I think a man should marry a world. “Didn’t come Pom rotlii’ yere no- time was telling upon him. To this according to the locality to which they periously. "Now, tell me, did you see There is need of a never-flnd-fault- girl be has known from his childhood. where« ?” hazarded Tom at length. Meade replied, "It isn’t time, but Gen belong. One hundred feet across, a hundred that theah tendahfoot to speak to?” Her—Yes, but if a girl knew a man feet high nnd "No.” replied the tenderfoot Anoth wltli-your-meais ciub. Digestion would eral Lee who has made me gray and "No, not partlc’lar. Asked him ter perfectly circular, no be better and the family happier. froth childhood she would probably architect could design a building more wrinkled.” have a drink, an' be said he wasu't er pause, iu which, as before, Tom ob A Definition. know better than to marry him.—Bos perfect In Its proportions, more harmo If a secret is kept a secret this is one served the other man keenly. The re drinkln'; that’s all,” replletl Tom, r*- “Diplomacy, Lester,” said the hen ton Herald. sign that it was not considered lm- Noisy Speaker Cannon. nious as a whole. It is lighted solely •eatlng himself according to the In marks front the saloon were becoming pecked man, replying to the Inquiry of portant enough to tell. One day during the last session of his small son during. It may not be by an aperture in the dome, a circle structions of his aunt and his lifelong more and more offensive. Tom looked l ’ reflx. The Difference of a One thing about an idle woman— congress the house was in a turmoil, necessary to explain, the temporary thirty feet across. Standing on its mar habit of obedience to her. "A lot of the at Ills companion in a gentle amaze “Some people Insist on referring to ble floor one looks up to the greatest boys was kinder glvln' him the laugh,” ment that he would allow them to pass she does not stand on the street and and Speaker Cannon was wielding the absence of the majestic wife of the one unnoticed. Then he got mildly in bore people with her “views," as an gavel with all the strength of Ills good and mother of the other, “diplomacy Is flats as ’apartments.* ” he added. dome man ever raised and through "It's wrong,” answered tile discoli idle man does. left arm. The members slowly cane what makes a man carve a turkey and dignant on behalf of this stranger. that- to the blue dome which bends “What’d he do?" tented man. "They are compartments. Speaking of superfluous words, is it to a realization of the fact that the unselfishly deal out to bls family and "Tliere’s some fools in there what “Didn’t do nothin'; didn't say a word; above it, sending summer sun or win — Washington Star. necessary to say in telling that a wom speaker meant to have order, All quit the visitors their favorite helps. Includ looked kinder mad. though, long 'bout want lickin’.” said he after awhile. ter rain through those bare ynrds of “They'll get It In about live minutes an has gone visiting that she is visit talking except one member, who re ing the only portions which he himself the las*. You see. some of the boys space. Literally So, fused to pay any heed to Mr. Cannon’s really likes nnd at the same time look waa a-gettin* kinder owly an’ was what more.” answered the vmine F a II aw ing "friends?"—Atchison Globe. The effect Is so impressive, so entire Editor — Was Longwynde's sermon ly unmatched anil unrivaled, that the repeated demands that he should sus like a putty saint."—Smart Set you might call personal. Shouldn’t more quickly than he had yet spoken pend. exhaustive? fo the Point. wonder if that there tenderfoot didn't “I don’t want any trouble, and I dullest of hearts and most untaught of "The gentleman might as well quit,” Reporter — Exhaustive? You never minds must perforce acknowledge Its The late General Russell Hastings get hot under the collar an’ go fer some haven't said anything, but I'm getting One View of Wedlock. saw an audience so nearly worn out In Influence. A man may think St. Pe served with distinction In the clgll the speaker remarked as he continued one blmeby. Then there'll be trouble pretty sick of it now.” An Englishwoman bad bad a good ■‘I’d got sick some time back.” re wnr, and Ills wartime reminiscences to pound his desk. "I can make as deni of trouble with her husband, who, your life.—Los Angeles Herald. fer the tenderfoot, moi like.” ter’s "disappointing,” may condemn much noise as he can.” “Theah’ll be trouble foh the man that Joined Tom sympathetically. "Kin you were amusing. the Coliseum as barbaric or decide accordinolo her account, was a mon The obstreperous member heard and ster of lmqutty. Rome one asked why He was describing one day a time Mlanndrratood. runs 'gainst him. I’ll see to that my- •hoot?” As lie spoke he made a mo that he does not care for the cata Inquisitive Suitor He« your nuntie combs, but every man who has viewed •elf. Have you got th’ough eatfn’?" tion as though drawing and firing a when the soldiers' pay had been In ar subsided.—Washington Post. she hnd married a person of such char rears. Tom replied in the affirmative. "Theii pistol. The young fellow shook his it has l»een impressed, even to the acter. "Well, you see, he ain’t my any heir. Johnnie? Jokinic With Royalty. “A young westerner, full of bragga you go. Wheah was that tendahfoot— head. Johnnie—She's got a whole lot, but pitch of respectful silence, by the Pan first,” was the reply. "I was pertlckler Ferdinand II. was a man of very un- about my first. This here’s my second, nearly all of It comes out of the bureau theon. docio," he snld, "walked up to his cap hotel? Well, then, you go down to the "Not to speak of,” said he. hotel an' see thnt theah ain’t no trou The huge haves of the bronze door "Some of them fellers kin,” »eld. Tom. tain during the temporary trouble, sa certain moods and would allow his and a bad un at that. Bux there”—With drawer.- Cleveland Plain Dealer. Jester to take liberties with him one a shrug of the shoulders—“he's n shade revolve on their mighty hinges as they ble. You get to know thnt thenh ten "an’ there’s some of them wbal luted and said sternly: hour while resenting his familiarity better than the work’us!” “ ‘Three words with you, cap.’ Very Rich. dahfoot an' bring him back henh as wouldn't mln’ ahootla’ a man like you, have done since the days of the t.’ae- " ’Well,’ said the captain, ’what are the next. One day he turned around on soon's you can an’ make him stny to what wasn't heeled, neither. Course J "Has be enough money to get Into sars, and so perfectly balanced are Jonas, his favorite fool, and thundered: they ? ’ they that n woman’s wrist can unclose society ?” suppah. Now go, T«wm. I know what could kill him afterward,” he added Hla Facial Furrow. “Fellow, be silent 1 wor stoop fj ** 'Moncr or dlrohtrfft.' “He has enough to stay out of socie them. Through those doors they car I want al! right, an’ It sAi't no doctati.” reflect! roly, “•bat- that w-jukln't 1c Mr. Blllson, between whose lower lip talk to a fool.” "Never mind that,” "The captain smiled grimly, ty if he wants to.”—Philadelphia Ledg ried Ju!fn, Caesar’s daughter, with nil Tom depnrted, wondering grently. much good. Reckon I kin fix it, though answered Jonas. “I do. so please and chin there was an unusually deep •r. " ’Four with you,’ he said. the pomp of her imperial power about What hla aunt wanted with this tender Look yere. You willin’ ter lick two « wrinkle, spoke Impatiently to the bar listen to me In your turn.” “ ’Welir her. And after the lapse of twenty fo«>t more than with any one of the or three of them fellers?” ber. “ ‘ Neither one nor t'other. ’ " — New To Improve Iler Chance. “Be most happy.” salu the tender centuries King Humbert was brought others who now and then passed “ Haven ’ t you got my face shaved Shartrabnry'a Quirk Wit. “The fortune teller snys I shall mar across the selfsame threshold to sleep through the town he could not Imagine foot, rising from bls seat. Tom also York Tribune. Charles II., meeting Shaftesbury one yet?” he asked. ry a rich man.” bis last sleep In the ancient place.— Still, she did want him. and therefore rose and. followe«l by the other, mad« "Not quite, Sir, ” said the barber apol day, said to him: Old Time Conf roverale». “Did she say whether he would be Chicago Journal. he must come. The Idea that the two or three quick steps toward th« ogetically, "I haven ’ t dug your ditch “I believe thou art the wickedest fel Old time controversies were often blind or not?”—Illinois State Journal. young man himself might decline the barroom door, but before be reached yet.’’—Chicago Tribune. Overconfidence. Invitation never crossed Tom’s mind. I It lie suddenly stopped and faced vigorous In language. In n controversy low In my dominions.” The witty enrl with Milton concerning the divine promptly nnswered: A Difference. The two strangers who were stand He was not alone In hts habit of obedi ■ round. “ For a subject, sir, I really believe I Eggs have their faults, but, at any “All his stories have morals.” “Look yere.” said he. “I don’t know right of kings Balmaslus called bls op ence to Ol< Mr». Elkins. The whole Ing at a downtown corner crossed the •Bl.” rate, they are never too fresh.—Phila “But hfs characters haven’t”—New street nnd accosted a young man on town shared It. She was the one wo whether I oughter do this thing er not ponent a puny piece of a man, a ho delphia Record. York Press. man to whom Boot Leg. masculine al I got ter tak«‘ yoq home with me ter munculus. a dwarf not having a hu the opposite corner. The Druwhsck. She Wu Jokln*. “Will you please tell me,” said one most to a unit, could point with pride* eat supper. My aunt, Ol’ Mis’ Elkina man figure, a bloodless being, a crea Old Gentletnan-SInce your uncle left ture of skin and bones, a contemptible Fatal Blunger. of them, "which Is the best way to go "No,” she said, "I—I can only be a Every one called her ”O1’ Mis' El tol' me ter brtng you, an' if I got you you that legacy. Mrs. Casey, you must pedagogue fit only to flog boys, a rhi "He la gone!” she walled. “He Is from here to Seventy-second street?" kina." and truly she looked older than I damaged I don't know what she'd say. find your path In life much smoother. sister to you.” "Very well,” said be, "I must be go gone forever!” “Well,” replied the young man, “the many women do at seventy, though her But maybe you’d better go th’ough noceros, a hangdog looking fellow. The Mrs. Casey-Bhure O1 dunno, sor. O1 "Don't be downcast,” her friend best way, of course. Is to take an au age, she said, was but fifty four, and with It now you started. Come on." great English poet not only answered folnd the more ye hov to ate the more ing. I had expected a different answer, urged. "He mny come back." toinoblle. If you can’t do thnt I su< Did Mrs. Elkins was not one to He Entering the room, the two men stroll In kind, but entered Into an extensive dishes there is to wash.—Brooklyn Life. but-well, good night” "George.” she faltered, as be was "No, no; I shall never see him again. gest a stre«-t car as the next best” about her age or about anything else. ed toward the bar. Tom asked tbs correspondence with people In Holland to obtain petty gossip and scandalous leaving the room, "George.” I gave up the letters he hnd written to “Thank you,” said the stranger. "I Little, stooped anil shrunken, dressed ten<’erfoot hlk name. Mnddrnins, •uecdotee concerning bls opponent. "Joyce—Robert Joyce," said he. was so certain from your appearance “What Is It?” he asked crossly. me.”—Chicago Rdcord Herald. always in neat call<N>. her white balr Judge—Had yon any provocation for “Mine's Toni Caruthers,” said Tom “Aren’t you going to kiss your slater that you would give a civil answer to strained back from her gentle face, The HtiHcnlnu« Part. assaulting this man? Prisoner—O1 hod good night?” He did not go. a civil question that I bet a two dol- HU Her Aaaatl*». she did not seem at all llke.a heroine He leaned hla back ngainst the bar and “Do you see anything ridiculous in yer honor. He wudn’t folght!- I’uck. Harry—MoRy, you look good enough lar bill on that proposition with my of the tales of famine and drought and tooketVaround the room. All eye» wert my wig?” said a Judge to the famous Stron* Lovo. What an Inferior man seeks Is In oth • bl<MMlahe«l that bad becoille' traRitlons on hint and Ida companion. Irish barrister. John Curran. Patience—How do you know her love to eat. Molly—Al) you have to do Is friend hew?. I Nee I have lost. One “I.mik yere, gentlemen, if you'll al in Boot Leg. “Nothing but the head." fffcw back i ers What a superior man seeks la In for him was strong? Patrice—Because ask me to dine. I'll do the eating all rnn't always Jsdge fToia nppearam-es hlziself.—Bulwer Lytton. Gotxl morning, Mr.”—Chicago Tribtfne. right.—Boston Transcript She bad been born and bled on the low in«* ter use that there expresalon.' the retort It broke him. B B CHAPTER L
