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WOLCOTT
IX CLEAR.
ÌEARD
Itaur Ifirl
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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.
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... .....
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.
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CHAPTER L