Bandon recorder., March 16, 1905, Image 3

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Gems In Verse
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The First 8nowfall.
The snow had begun In the gloaming
And busily all the bight
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear Ibr an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
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and paint» llwiu awful pretty, aud 1
can cut suiue out too. Want to see
them. I m le Archie?"
“No, Trix. no." Gwynne said absent­
ly. He bad crossed the room to the
window. He would not go away
There would still be the old frank
friendship until perhaps Stephens—
“I’ve gut forty 'leven families. Uncle
Archie. There's the pink fatally, and
the yellow family, aud the blue fam­
ily, and here’s the dearest, beautiful-
cat of all. It's like mamma’s flowers
that Mr. Stephens sent her, all green
and violet. Look!”
She spread them out on the window
sill, while he Idly acknowledged each
Introduction. Suddenly, as she laid
the last on bls knee, he caught his
HAT'S Agnes Florence Lily
belle," said Trlx, setting an
From sheds new roofed with Carrara
other of her household gods
Came chanticleer’s muffled crow.
up against the wall. "Nero
The stiff rails were softened lb swan’s
down
chewed her poor dear feet all up until
And still fluttered down the snow.
they wasn't anything left but regular
—Lowell.
hash, Uncle Archie.”
"Terrible,” said Uncle Archie, look
“Johnny on the Spot.**
Ing over Trig's fluffy curls at a new
The world has many golden gifts *tis
Whistler on the wall. What good
eager to bestow
On enterprising mortals who are not too taste Eleanor had; for instance, the
shy or slow
To step right up and win their share of ecru tint of the etching against that
background of dark green burlap.
prizes when they can.
But, oh. fee world's too busy, quite, to
Trig gave Lllybelle a final loving pat
seek the absent man!
and turned around to survey Mr.
And those who mean to do so much next
Gwynne, her small hands clasped
week or month or year,
Away off In some misty clime Instead of around her knees, her head ou one «ide.
now and here,
"You haven’t been here for ever and
Kay some day rouse themselves and And ever so long, Uncle Archie. Mamma
a score of them have not
As much true "get there" as has one suys she thinks you're 'fraid. What
brisk "Johnny on the spot."
are you ’fraid of?”
"I've brought you a medicine case
When shy Mlles Standish sought to win
for that battered up family of yours,"
the fair Priscilla's hand
By courting her by proxy, ’t isn’t hard interposed Gwynne calmly, taking a
to understand,
The comely Plymouth maiden said she tiny blue enameled bonbon box from
bls pocket. “These pills are to be given
really would prefer
John Alden, who possessed the spunk to every five minutes.”
come and speak with her.
Trig took the box and dosed the
That old, oft quoted piece of fudge which
whole row of dolls lined up against the
says that "Abs. n. a makes
The heart grow fonder" must be classed wall before she returned to the charge.
with those absurd mistakes
“It's most a whole week. Mr. Ste­
Which blunt, slang using folks would say
phens comes up every night with his
are all a bit of "rot"—
He plays lemonades and
The chap that wins the lady is the "John­ ilolin.
ny on the spot."
things."
"Serenades, Trig.”
The men who framed our nation fought
against tremendous odds;
'Yes; all soft and lonesome, you
They never could have won had they been know, and mamma goes over to the
slow, weak hearted clods.
Each mother’s son of them seemed glad window and looks out nnd does this.”
Trix sighed heavily.
to risk his precious neck;
Wherever duty called him, there It found
Gwynne rose and crossed the room
him, right on deck.
Brave Washington was at the front, his to the corner half encircled by the
low, black bookcase. How deliciously
country's course to guide,
With Adams, Franklin, Jefferson and dainty and homelike It all was—the
Hancock at his side.
great shaggy bear rug, the carved tab- Eleanor stood under the portieres smil­
No proxies could have done the work for
ing at them.
aret, with its little bronze pipe tray
that immortal lot
Whose every man was what you’d call a on it, tlie little Japanese ash cup and breath and bent forward eagerly. They
"Johnny on the spot.”
the low tobacco bowl.
were cut from dark green paper, with
Eleanor hau arranged it all fur him a tracery of violet lines running cross
In love or war or politics or whatsoe’er
you will
so he would always feel at home there wise. He glanced nt the lines on the
The wiser man is not the one to send a and have his own special corner.
largest and oldest member of the fam­
boy to mill.
He could not say even to himself ily. They were very familiar.
Oh, no, he takes the grist himself, and,
when he had first loved her. It was all
like a prudent man,
“As my wife, Eleanor, give me the
He makes the miller give him back the so gradual, so unintentional, on bis right to love aud"—
best return he can.
part. He had received the news of
Trailing across another's petticoat, he
And "genius" properly defined, so sages
Bob's death with regret, remembering read:
all declare,
Means being at the proper "when" just at many a Jolly boyish adventure he had
“Not worthy of you. darling, but If
the proper "where.”
shared with his cousin years ago in the devotion of n life”—
So, of the many varied gifts the gods to
the Shenandoah, but the idea of
He crushed the paper In his band
men allot
The rarest ones are sure to fall to "John­ having to meet his widow aud look while Trix cried out against such reck­
ny on the spot."
after her business interests was an less destruction of her favorites. So
—Success.
other proposition. She would prob­ this was the fate of the letter on which
ably want him to dine with her und he had based all Ills hopes of happi­
JONATHAN DORE.
talk things over, he had told himself, ness—cut up Into paper dolls for Trix.
Hl« TraaMforiuallon to Savaffery and reading Eleanor's letter the second
“It was such lovely paper,” moaned
Htturu to Civilisation.
time. She would cry and tell him poor Trix regretfully. "I only found one
In June, 1740, Jonathan Dore, a boy Bob's last words aud all that sort of little envelope besides that sheet, and
of twelve years old, was told by his thing. He wished she bad remained I've hunted and bunted all over mam­
ma's desk for some more.”'
father, who was at work with other In Virginia.
As a matter of fact, he was not asked
A thought occurred to Gwynne. He
ineu In the Held, to sit on the fence
and keep a sharp lookout for Indlaus, to dine. Eleanor bad arrived in Chica­ tried to speak unconcernedly.
go, had secured her apartments, had
"Where did you get this piece, Trix?
who were suspected to be uot fur away. furnished them and was serenely set
Did mamma cut It for you?”
This was in or near Rochester, N. H. tied in her new home long la-fore Mr.
“No, Uncle Archie. I did It all by my
The boy sat whistling on the fence. Gwynne was apprised of her presence ' own self," Trix assured him proudly.
The Indians nil at once came in sight, there. Then he had merely received a “Tilly laid the paper on mamma's desk
lie gave the alarm, and the men all formal businesslike note requesting an one day, nnd I wanted it ’cause It was
escaped, but before lie could get dowu Interview relative to the full settle­ so pretty." Warned by bls Bilence, slie
from the feme the Indians seized him. ment of Bob's affairs. There had been added eagerly: “Mamma won’t care a
His father saw him captured and car­ neither antemortem messages nor de­ bit. I took four or five pink ones off
ried off, but could do nothing. Eleven spairing tears. Instead be found Elea her desk, and she didn't say a word.
years afterward tlie Port William nor serene, noncommittal and fully ca­ They were from Mr. Stephens.”
Henry massacre occurred. Among the pable of managing the affairs of Bob's
An overwhelming rush of gladness
New Hampshire soldiers who escaped southern estate and western business.
swept over Gwynne as be raised Trix
was a Dover man, who declared con
As her legal adviser as well as cousin in bls arms.
Qdently that he had seen Jonathan by marriage he had considered it his
“Trix, you dear, small villain,” he
Dore. He had often been at Mr. Dore's duty to call frequently, and tljen all said, laying his cheek against the soft,
house and knew Jonathan well, lie at once the old commonplace world fluffy curls, “If I promise to bring you
was sure he had not been mistaken in had turned topsy turvy, with paradise a whole box of this paper may 1 not
his identification.
on top.
have your blessed green and violet fam
When tlie massacre became general
And yet It had all been practical. Uy for my very own?"
after tlie surrender of the fort, the Do­ While he sat and watched her during
There was a soft frou frou of silken
ver man ran for tlie woods and was
the long winter evenings she had skirts In tho ballway, and Eleanor stood
closely pursued by an Indian. IHs pur­
laughed and chatted on with the old under the portieres smiling at them
suer gained upon him so fast thnt he frank, good comradeship that had grown over the refractory glove she was coax­
turned at last and faced him to meet to be so sweet a tie between them ing into place.
bls unavoidable fate. The uplifted tom­ without venturing on the frontier, even,
“How you two do quarrel,” she said.
ahawk was Just descending upon his of sentiment. It was a week now, a But Trix slipped down from his arms
bead when lie recognized, amid the
whole week, and he liad received no and rushed to her. It was all told in
paint and costume of an Indian, the
word from her. If she only knew how helter skelter, unsparing fashion, while
eyes of Jonathan Dore. The recogni­
hard it liad been for him to write that Gwynne turned back to the window.
tion seemed to be mutual. Tlie Indian
Presently there was silence, and they
letter, to try to make her understand
dropped bls tomahawk at ills side and
—she who had understood everything two stood alone. 11c glanced over hie
walked slowly back to the fort.
else in his life so well—how dear she shoulder at her. She stood with the
Such was tlie story of the returned was to him!
poor, crumpled fragments of the fnte-
soldier, but it gained little credit. Two
ful letter in her bands, reading the
Ho
leaned
his
elbow
on
top
of
the
years later, however. Jonathan Dore
broken lines. Her dress was green, a
bookcase
and
stared
grimly
at
a
little
suddenly made his appearance in
soft, delicious spring green, and on her
Rochester after an absence of more bronze satyr that grinned mockingly breast was a great cluster of single
back
at
him.
Thirty-six,
and
she
could
than thirteen years.
petaled violets.
He had been treated kindly by the not be over twenty-five.
Then Eleanor spoke:
“Mamma says she's awful sorry you
St. Francis tribe, to wbicli ills captors
“There has been a mistake, I think.
belonged, bad married an Indian girl, don't come any more. Uncle Archie," I never saw tills letter before.” Slie
Trix
was
saying.
"She
thinks
It's
be
­
had acquired the habits and disposition
raised her eyes and met his gaze, full
of an Indian, and Indeed had almost cause you don't like Mr. Stephens. of utter, hopeless misery, and crossed
And
what
do
you
think?"
Trix
lean
­
forgotten that lie was descended from
swiftly to his side. “You poor boy,”
another race. He bore n part lu all the ed forward mysteriously. "Mamma she said softly. “You thought”—
cruelties nt the taking of Fort William cries about something. The other night
“Stephens,” Gwynne blurted out reck
Henry. A white man whom lie was after Mr. Stephens went I crept out of lessly. "I’m old and"—
pursuing turned upon him Just in sea­ bed ’cause I wanted to be rocked and
Eleanor looked at him steadily for a
son to arrest the descending toma­ cuddled, and I tiptoed in here, and moment, and her dark eyes were ten­
there
she
sat
right
over
there
at
that
hawk. and then Dore saw a face which
der and pitying. Suddenly she raised
had been familiar to him in childhood. desk, with her head bowed down, cry­ her hand.
Memories of his lather's fireside anil ing dreadful! And I asked her if it
“Won’t you fasten my glove for me.
the happy scenes of bis boyhood rush­ was ’cause Uncle Archie didn't come dear, please?” she said in a voice that
ed upon his mind; his arm fell, and he any more.”
trembled slightly. “We are late now
"And then?“ exclaimed Gwynne.
walked back to tlie fort and took no
for church.”
“
She
said,
‘
No,
’
”
replied
Trix
serene
­
further part in that horrible tragedy.
He raised the band to bis lips Just as
From that time be thought coutinually ly. “it wasn’t yon at all. Sbe said her the uebs rang out a peal of joy and
of Ids boyish home, but bls wife and tooth ached. But she had your picture gladness.
children bound him to the Indians with on the desk all the same. And look
here!"
Hard on Art.
ties that could not be severed.
She climbed up on a chair and took
The storekeeper in n certain small
Then came Major Rogers and his
rangers, intent upon avenging tlie Fort a photograph from a little aJivey rack country town was nefM for h’v
shrewdness nnd for his contempt of ev­
William Henry butchery. Dore was on top of the desk.
"See those S|x>tRF" she asked, band­ erything that was not strictly utilita­
absent tn the field husking corn. Hear­
ing a general discharge of muskets and ing it to Gwynne. “Well, that's where rian. One of bls pet aversions was a
knowing thnt an enemy was upon the she cried on It. And what do you sup­ young fellow in the town who posed as
an artist nnd once hnd taken some les­
village, he kept himself concealed and pose she said?”
lie felt like a miserable spy. but It sons in painting at the nearest large
from his hiding place witnessed the
massacre that followed. Then the vil­ was so good to see the dull blotches on city. Finally, however, the old man
lage was set ou Are, and after the the smooth gray platinum surface and was persuaded to put an “art depart­
kuow that they bad fallen from her ment" in his store, not .that he believ­
flames subsided he ventured forth.
ed any more in art, but because he de­
Among the ruins he found the bodies eyes.
"Trix. you small angel," he said cided that If there were fools who
of his wife and children. He burled
wanted to spend their money on pic­
them In one grave and with them bls eagerly, "what did she say?”
“She said"—Trix leaned forward con tures nnd chromos, he might as well
attachment to the Indians. As soon ns
get It as any one else. The young paint­
possible lie made his way back to Roch Odentlally. “Don't you tell.”
er henrd of It nnd took down bis latest
"Never!" vowed Gwynne fervently.
ester. He settled In Lebanon, Me.,
production, hoping to find in Uncle Jo­
"Well, then, she said, ’Oh, dear!'”
married again and spent there tlie re
nas a ready market for home talent.
"Oh, dear, what?"
mainder of Ills days, famous for his
“How much will you give me for it.
“That’s all, just 'Oh, dear.’ Rut she
marksmanship, especially with the bow
Uncle Jonas?” he asked.
and arrow, and known to every one as said it real hard.”
The old man squinted at it for a min­
"Indian Dore."
He handed back the picture. She
simply pitied him, that was all. Thnt ute or two. “About $1.75, I reckon.” he
Shinina In Society,
was why she had not answered bit said.
Jim—Scrnggs Is shining In society. letter. That was why sbe had cried.
"But, Uncle Jonas,” the artist pro­
Jam—So? Jim—Yes; private bootblack
“Anyhow. I don't like stuffed dolls tested, "the canvas cost more thnn
for the (Joulderbllts.—Princeton Tiger. I very well. Uncle Archie.” Trix had that”
"I guess it did,” said the old store­
restored the picture and gone tranquilly
A little tfcrrow may teach mow than back to her family. "I just love paper keeper, “but you must remember, my
many sermons. Chicago Tribune.
dulls. Mamma cuts some of them out son, that it was clean then.”
FOOLED THE SEARCHERS.
How ■ <M4-'k Willed
hwoman
Sn««*d ■ F'uicltlvc.
John Maxwell, a stout* Protestant
who had taken part in the buttle of
Bullion Green, Nov. '.'x, lfifiti, success­
fully detied tlie many attempts that
were made to capture him. Once tie
tiad a very narrow shave. The »¿idlers
traced him to Edinburgh and there
gave him a chase. Bolting down a close,
he dashed into a tavern and explain­
ed bls desperate case to the landlady,
who locked him into the chest that
held the oatmeal. The soldiers then
entered and searched the house from
top to bottom, but could not find their
man. Vowing they knew he was on
the premises, they called (or drink and
sat down to think over tile matter.
One of them, seated on the box that
contained the fugitive, remarked:
“I wouldn't say but the Whig is in
this very klst (chest). Guldwlfe. gle's
the key and we’ll see."
In no way put about, the landlady
went to the door and cried to her girl
upstairs:
“Jeanie, rfn to the guldman for the
key o' the klst till we Bee if a Whig
can lie in the meal and no be boasting
(coughing) wi't.”
At this the soldiers burst out laugh­
ing. felt there was truth in the guld-
wife’s taunt, drained tlieir cups and
departed. Maxwell at last managed
to escape to Ireland, where he died.
MACARONI.
One Story ot the Orlffln of the Same
and the Dish.
A great many stork's are lu existence
about the origin of the word “macaro­
ni” and the invention of the dish so
designated. According to one author­
ity, a drunken chef employed by one of
the popes was responsible both for the
name and the dish. lie was preparing
a soullie for tlie papal soup, mid, hav­
ing takeu considerably more than a
drop too much, be went on stirring the
flour until the soutile was of the con­
sistency of hard tack. The assistant
chef, kuowing that bls holiness was
not overpatleut about things pertain
Ing to the table, ventured to call the
attention of his chef to this fact, aud
the latter, being a resourceful man. de
cldisl to make a paste instead of u
souffle.
He waited the result with some mix
lety and responded to a call to appeal'
before bls holiness with considerable
perturbation. Visions of a stay in the
papal dungeon rose before him. mid
when the pontiff asked, with a smiling
face, for the name of the wonderful
paste served in the soup he was too
nervous to think of a mime. “My caro"
(my favorite)’ he replied at last, aud
the pontiff, uot catching the words ex­
actly, said: "Macaroni? Well, in future
never serve me a meal without a dish
of macaroni.”—Indianapolis Sentinel.
A BRAVE TOREADOR.
One of the Moat Thrlllln* Incident«
of the Bull Hlos.
The famous Spanish toreador Re
verte figured In one of the most thrill­
ing Incidents ever witnessed in the
arena. It was at Bayonne. After dis­
posing of two bull*. Reverie had twice
plunged his sword Into a third of great
strength and ferocity, and as the beast
continued careering wildly the specta­
tors began to hiss Reverte for bun­
gling. Wounded to the very quick of
bis pride, the Spaniard shouted, “The
bull is slain!” and, throwing aside bls
sword, sank on oue knee with folded
arms lu the middle of the ring. He
was right, but he hud uot allowed for
the margin of accident The wounded
beast charged full upon him, but the
matadore, splendid to the last knelt
motionless as n statue, while the spec­
tators held their breath In horrified
suspense. Reaching bls victim, the bull
literally bounded at him, and as he
sprang he sank In death, with his last
effort giving one fearful lunge of the
head that drove a horn Into the thigh
of the kueeling man and laid bare the
bone from the knee to the joint. Still
Reverte never flinched, but remained
kneeling, exultant In victory, but calm­
ly contemptuous of applause, till he
was carried away to heal him of bls
grievous wound.
WOMAN AND FASHION HUMOR OF THE HOUR CHOICE MISCELLANY
Kew Style Skirt.
A qur«llou «if I’roprirli,
Walking skirts made full at tbeir
l>u«ar portions show «arlatious without
munVer and are constantly appearing
lu some new style. This one is amuug
the latest and is eminently graceful and
attractive at the same time that it Is
quite simple. lu the case of tlie model
"But.” she said, “you -you »»ally-
do you thiuk you ought to talk to me
tn this way?"
"Why notj 1 haven't said inn '-Brig
wroug, have I?”
"N no; oh. no, nothing wrong, ouly it
stwms to me thut that well, that you
might if 1 didn't stop you.”
"Is there anything wrong In a man
telling a girl that she Is beautiful?"
"There! I knew you were coming to
that! I mustn't remain hen* with you
any longer. I’lease let us go."
"Just a moment. 1 can't understand
why you”—
“I uiustn't let you talk to me about—
that. Do you wish to—to compromise
me?"
"Certainly not. I wouldn't do any­
thing of that kind for the world. But
there's nodanger. Stay!” lie continued,
catching her by the hand as she start­
ed to move away. "You see, my wife
applied for a divorce this morning,
and”—
"Ob.” she ewlalmed, with a happy
sigh, “why didn’t you let me know that
before? Were you going to say some­
thing about love?"—Chicago Record
Herald.
WALKINU SKlllT.
the material Is nut brown broudclotb,
but all suitiug and skirt materials are
appropriate. The full plaits below the
pointed straps give fullness aud flare
that mean perfect grace, while the snug
fit of the upper portion preserves the
outlines of the figure.
The quantity of material required for
the medium sizes Is ulne aud three-
quarter yards twenty-seven, five and
one-half yards forty-four or four and
thrc-e-quarter yards fifty-two Inches
wide.
Tack« In Vogue.
Tucks In a variety of different
widths, from the minutest “pin tucks,"
are very much employed to trim the
gowns of today. The wide rellgleuse
tuck Is to be seen on a number of the
taffeta gowns, being even more popu­
lar than heretofore, and In cases where
the gown is composed of changeable
taffetas the fact that tlie tucks are ap­
plied to the gown aud cut on the cross
gives them a different shade, as It
were, to tlie rest of the dress, which
has a striking and rather bizarre effect.
“She Is always jumping to conclu­
sions.”
“Yes, I know she Is u great reader of
Cuff« nnd Collar«.
Broad white band embroidered bands novels.”
are sold by the yard for cuffs and col­
Foxy Ma and Pa.
lars. The linen is heavy, and there Is a
Edith—They say Grace’s parents are
center design and scallop ou each edge. opposed to her match with Charley
In making it Is only necessary to hem Jones.
tlie ends nnd finish with tiny buttons
Gertrude—Yes, that’s what they say,
and loops. Half a yard is big measure
but I guess they only pretend to be op­
for a thirteen Inch collar.
posed to It so as to keep Fred from
A Safe Enterprise.
A Bold Man.
Their Only Value.
“Y’es,” said Mrs. Woodby, “the fire
destroyed all our family heirlooms.
The loss was quite irreparable.”
"The Idea!” exclaimed Mrs. Wise,
who knew a thing or two. "Didn’t
you have them Insured?”—New York
Times.
THE BEGGAR TRUST.
Ambition Gratified.
A Scheme Thnt For a Time Was a
SncceaB In New York.
Several years ago a one legged youth
named Kempton, who bad left a com­
fortable home to engage deliberately in
begging, conceived the Idea o. organiz­
ing a community of interest among
panhnndlers In the Park row district, in
New York. He picked- out strategic
spots throughout the city and selected
a man to beg In each. These men were
always particularly well adapted to
their posts—a blink (blind man) here, a
crust thrower there, a maimed youth
somewhere else. In order that the beg­
gars might not be molested by the po­
lice a lookout was appointed for each,
and In order that the syndicate's inter­
ests might be conserved Kempton em­
ployed roundsmen to observe bow
fnlthfully the beggars attended to busi­
ness nnd to collect hourly the earnings
of each. In cnse of arrest each mem­
ber of the band was assured of legal
representation, to be paid for out of
the earnings of the pool.
The scheme thrived for many months,
nnd at one time there were thirty men
In the combination, which became a
cl -e corporation of profit and power.
There is no knowing to what extent
It might have expanded nor how Influ­
ential It might have become at last had
not the nature of the organization
given It undue prominence and caused
It to fall directly under the ban of the
mendicant squad One b, one the mem­
bers were captured and sent to the is­
land. nnd in the end the gang was
broken up Theodore Waters in Every­
body's Magazine.
royal blue cheviot, with collar and cuffs
of velvet, edged with cream broad­
cloth, but Innumerable others are equal­
ly appropriate. The touch of velvet Is
exceedingly smart this season, but Is
Ly ao mean* obligatory, as the collar
and cuffs can lie of the material or con
trastlng cloth If preferred. The quan
tlty of material required for the me­
dium size Is for the coat three and
three-quarter yards twenty-seven, two
snd three-eighths yards forty-four, one
and seven-eighths yards fifty-two inches
wide, with one-half yard of bias vel­
vet; for the skirt eight and one-half
yards twenty-seven, four and one-half
yards forty-four or three and one-bulf
yards fifty-two Inches wide.
A Thouahtful Empreaa.
One evening Catherine II. of Russia
had dined In one town and was to re­
turn to her palace in another some
miles distant. These journeys were
made with much ceremony and mag­
nificence. The great sleighs were ready
to start for home. Catherine sat alone
In the Imperial sleigh. She inquired If
the drivers and the footmen bad bad
dinner. Receiving a negative reply, slie
at once left her sleigh. “They have as
much need of dinner as we," sbe said
to her party. And sbe waited patiently
until the servants had dined.
The room clerk In one of the big ho­
tels of the city found difficulty in hear­
ing patrons of tlie hotel and thought
that he was becoming deaf. He con­
sulted a specialist, who told him that
he could detect no defect In his ear. He
then decided upon a closer observation
aud discovered that his inability to
hear was most pronounced when he
stood In a certain place behind the ho­
tel desk. Patrons would come up to the
desk to get Information and the clerk
could catch only a few scattering
words and would have to lean forward
with his band to bis ear to hear his in­
terrogator. A closer investigation dis­
closed the fact that the cold air coming
through the revolving doors into the
steam heated building crenti*d a cur­
rent which was deflected by a large
board behind which the clerk worked.
This draft passed between the clerk
and patrons as they stood in front of
the desk and diverted the sound of
tbeir voices.—Philadelphia Record.
The Poor ot Tarl«.
Depression reigns In Paris owing to
getting lukewarm In bls attentions to the poor men in society who have to
Grace.—Boston Transcript.
make presents to the rich at the new
year. Says one unfortunate: “For two
Motherly Windom.
months after New Year's day I hesitate
Pretty Daughter—Tom says that aft­ to buy a pair of gloves or take a cab
er we are married be Is going to try when it rains. Cigars are forbidden
bls best to make my life one long luxuries, and at home I smoke n pipe.
dream of bliss.
What has become of my money? It
Practical Mother—In other words, he has been sj«eut on flowers and bonbons
is going to try to keep your eyes closed for the wealthy hostesses whose Invita­
to a lot of the things he does.—Cleve­ tions to dinner my social position forces
land Plain Dealer.
me to accept. And they are not amus­
ing, those dinners! Observe that I am
Hard Line«.
invited by these ladles solely because
Ascum—What’s the matter with you they know I shall have to send them
this morning? You behave as If your presents, and when their salons look
breakfast bad disagreed with you.
like the sweetstuff shops or the flor­
Grump—So It did. The carrier neg­ ist's, they have to give most of the
lected to leave my newspaper this things away and run the risk of letting
morning, so I had to talk to my wife the donor recognize his gift In another
through the entire meal.—Philadelphia bouse!” Truly Parisian society Is very
Press.
complex.—London Chronicle.
"Why do so many actors insist on
playing Shakespeare?”
"I suspect,” answered Mr. Storming­
ton Barties, “that It's because they can
tuke all the credit If they succeed and
blame the public’s lack of literary taste
if they fail.’’—Washington Star.
A handsome English girl recently re­
turned from Spain was recounting her
experiences to a circle of friends,
among whom was a Spaniard. "The
thing that delighted me most,” she
said, “was that charming practice they
have In Spain of offering you instantly
what you may chance to admire.” "Do
you approve of the custom ?” asked the
Spanish friend. “Oh, yes!” was the
reply. “Señorita, you have very beau­
tiful lips!” exclaimed the Impulsive
Andalusian.—London Chronicle.
River« Do Xol Draw Map«.
Why a Hotel Clerk Couldn’t Hear.
Spa iiffle Trimming«.
Fashionable Costume.
The I «etui Gum Shue.
The supreme court has decided that
To Get the Good ot It.
a river cannot draw a map. The ac­
When Edna, aged seven, taw a fu­ tion arose from a question whether the
neral procession pass the house she shallow upi*er Missouri by changing Its
turned to her mother and asked, "Do bed could transfer a number of citizens
all funerals have carriages?”
from Nebraska to Missouri. It cannot.
"Y'cs. dear,” answered her parent.
The boundary follow s the old channel.
“Then," said Edna, "when I die and
This question doesn't matter so much
go to my funeral please, mother, may I with states in tlie same union, though
sit on top with the coachman aud do a man hardly likes to go to sleep lu
the driving?”—Lippincott's Magazine.
one state and wake up with his farm
In another. But along the Rio Grande,
Quite Hlltht.
between Mexico and the United States,
He was very witty, and one day the shifting of the river channel might
when he and I were speaking to each make trouble. Recently tlie stream got
other he suddenly put the following on the northern side of several thou­
query, “What is nothing?”
sand Texans, who would have objected
After several fruitless attempts to to being made Mexicans thereby. But
solve It lie volunteered an explanation. the United States and Mexico always
Said he, “It Is a bunghole without a malntnin the old boundary, whatever
barrel round it.”—Birmingham (Eng­ the river may do.
land) Post.
If rivers could make maps there
might be trouble almost any time be­
Her Fault.
tween Argentina and Paraguay or be­
tween Bavaria and Austria, not to
mention other cases.
The new spangle Is the pear shaped,
although the oval, round, square, trian­
gular and other forms are shown. AU
of the uew iiendeut spaugles have fine
wire passed through the top, so thut
the spangle may move freely instead
of being sewed to the garment through
a hole at Its top. The glittering and
also the graceful effect of these pend­
ants is therefore increased immeas­
urably.
No model suits the runabout suit so
perfectly as the short coat that allows
of perfect freedom of action. This one
Is exceptionally becoming because of
the seams which extend to the shoul­
ders and give tapering lines to the
figure and Is combined with one of the
best liked skirts of the season that is
plain and smooth above the box plaited
flounce. As Illustrated, the material is
.
When the teuiperatuat goes up an*
• general thaw comes in winter after
big suowstorms and a bard freese
there is ug standby like the gum shoe
aud his big brother, the gum !»srt. No
trust has yet tanned leather capable
of standing long service in slush and
mud without discomfort to the wearer.
The gum shoe stlcketh closer than a
brother and is warmer than a sealskin.
Not beautiful to look at, although
glossy and cozyllke, be tills the bill and
saves repairs ou shoes. He goes alsiut
silently and unobtrusively aud is al­
ways on the side of the drys as against
the wets.
It was an unappreciative man who
manufactured tbu term "gum shoe pol­
itics." The gum shoe, tlie original ben
efactor of the race, has nothing to Is*
ashamed of and Is not afraid of the
light of day. lie meets his enemies,
slush and the others, und crushes them,
saving doctors' bills and helping along
the Insurance companies, providing gen
erally against coughs and colds and
staving off the purchase of coffins aud
tombstones.—Baltimore lleruld.
Climate and Coaaumptlon.
We are gradually abandoning the
idea that the cure of tuberculosis Is
dependent on certain climatic condi­
tions. Experience Is proving thnt abun­
dant food, fresh air nnd rest are the
essentials of such a cure and that they
can be applied in practically all cli­
mates. The Carolinas. California, Colo­
rado, Arizona and New Mexico, as any
physician in these states will testify,
are filled with pitiful wrecks of human­
ity who should never have been allow­
ed, much less encouraged, by tbeir phy­
sicians to leave home in the last stages
of tuberculosis, with no prospect of be­
ing able to obtain proper treatment aft­
er their arrival at their destinations.—
Journal of A. M. A.
First Bookworm—Well, I’m working
on a file of newspapers now nnd am en­
Honorin* an lnda«trlou> Hen.
tirely satisfied.
Ganderwlieim, a German village, some
Second Ditto—You always did have a
sneaking ambition to get into ths pa­ time since was en fete. The occasion
was the honoring of a hen which had
pers.—New Orleans Tlmes-Democrat.
laid its thousandth egg. Mnny of the
bouses were decorated with flags, while
Cartain Lectares.
Her—I understand Miss Strongmind In the evening the proprietor of the
Is going to give r. sorten of larturns. hen entertained his friends nt supper
at which the principal dish was a gl
this winter.
Him—Yes, I guess that's right; at gantlc omelet. The function was a
lenst she is to be married to young splendid success, and the health of the
hen was drunk with great enthusiasm.
Meeks next month.—Chicago News.
At the White Hoose.
Japan*«« nnd American General«.
The Japanese have failed to produce
generals of genius, whereas the Amer­
icans, though not a martial people,
were conspicuous for their production
during the civil war. The reason, we
believe, Is that the America of the for­
A rretereace.
ties and fifties was a backwoods coun­
“Do you think Brownson has a good try, while Japan for over a thousand
voice for speaking?”
years has uot been a backwoods land,
“After hearing him sing I think he but rather a land of ordered civiliza­
has.”—Boston Herald.
tion.—Spectator.
"What is the matter? Why have we
been kept waiting here so long?”
“The doorkeeper Is announcing the
name of a Russian diplomat”—Col­
lier’s Weekly.
Mlaht Have Been Wane.
A Wnahont Vietlm.
Church—I bad to walk the floor all
"Say, mister,” said tlie tattered
night with the baby. Can you think tramp, "can't youse stake me to er
of anything worse thnn that? Gotham dime? I’m de victim uv er washout”
—Yes; you might have married out In
“Victim of a washout!” echoed the
Greenland, where the nights are six portly citizen In evident surprise.
months long.—Yonkers Statesman.
"Dst's wot” rejoined the tramp.
“Honest, I ain't had nuthin’ but Water
The Best Mau nt HI« Wedding.
ter drink fer more'n ten days.”—Cbl
Haskins—By the way, who was the cafo N«ws.
best man at your wedding? Wlllowby—
If the musket value of advice were
The parson seemed to be feeling the
best. Tou see. It was sll profit for him to take a rise the whole world would
and no risk whatever.-Boston Tran­ be rolling in riches.-New Orleans I’fca
yuns.
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