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About Bohemia nugget. (Cottage Grove, Or.) 1899-1907 | View Entire Issue (March 14, 1902)
CHAPTEH XVI.-(ContInucHl. That night Is still ns death llself. and tlu sparkling brilliance of the slow mov ing waters contrasts with It In tender fashion. Strangely nttraetcd by it. Vera goes forward. moves ilown tho stone steps that lead to the garden, ami with eager footsteps Rains the little pathway, steep ami sudden, that leads to the beach. Suddenly she draws In her arms, and a shiver runs through her; she turns her head to see Dysnrt. "Yon are going to marry Lord Shol ton?" he says, his tone more assertive than questioning. "It Is au impertinent question," Bays Miss Dysart, calmly. "You arc disingenuous. If he has not jet asked you. you know he only wuits the opportunity to do so. When he ,0Cft " He ehecks himself abruptly. knowing he has cone too far. A little flame leap Into Vera's eyes. "Has It occurred to you that I am very forbearing?" she asks, with a curious mile. "Does It not strike you as very remarkable that I do not on my part question you back again? that I do not ask you whom you are going to marry?" He looks ns If he was about to make her an angrv rejoinder, but she checks him. "No don't be afraid, I am not going to put the question." she says, coldly; "and after all, why should I?" "Do you mean." he goes on. "that you know of someone I want to marry?" "Let there be an end to this hateful hypocrisy," cries she, turning to him with a buret of passionate anger. "You acted your part for Grhelda this morning most admirably." "Vera!" cries he, hoarsely. She turns as if startled by that impas sioned cry, and then, he hardly knows how It is, he hardly dares remember af terward, but somehow she is in his arms, and he is looking down into her frighten ed eyes with a terrible entreaty in his own. "Do you know what you are doing?" he says, his miserable voice scarcely above a whisper. "My darling, my soul, bare pity!" More closely bis arms bind her. lie bends his face to hers nearer, nearer still, and then, suddenly, a great loathing of himself fills him. He draws back with a sharp shudder, and almost pushes her from him. "Go!" he says, ve hemently; and in another moment she has turned the corner of the winding stairs, and is gone. Gone! t , With a' heavy groan he flings himself face downward on the cool sweet, shift ing sands, that moon-smitten lie trem bling, waiting for the dawn. , CIIAPTEK XVII. As Mr. Dysart takes bis way slowly around the house, the sound of running footsteps coming toward him from a side walk attracts his attention. It is Grunch, wild-eyed, haggard, her thin gray locks, unbound through her unusual haste, flying at each side of her lean, for bidding fnce. "More baste, worse speed," says he, carcastlcally. "Is the house afire, or my precious nieces dead, that you rush upon me with such indecorous abandon?" "Hush," says she, sternly,' with a glance behind her, "this is no time for words like those. Think only of this, Dysart," pausing and panting for breath, "that I have seen a ghost." , The old man laughs. "Be silent!" hisses the woman savage ly; "cease your gibes, I tell you. The ghost 1 have seen is Is " "My worthy father, for example," sug gests he, with a sneer. "No? Well, come, who, then?" "Michael Sedley!" The words fall from her as though they burn her lips in pass ing. , The sneer dies from Mr. Dysart's Hps; a dark flush suffuses his face, turning it almost black for the moment, to fade presently beneath the ashen hue that makcH him look like a corpse a corpse .With eyes of fire! He staggers back against a tree, and his hands catch con vulsively at the bark of it "You are mad, woman!" he says, in a terrible voice. I "Ay, may be. So I say. Mad I am, If it was his ghost I saw. But if I saw him in the flesh, how then, Dysart? Why, sane. Well," with growing excitement, "shall it be mad or sano?" "Mad, mad, mad!" shrieks he, furious ly. "All my life you have been my bane, my curse, and now, now .what is this news you would tell me? Sedley! Why, he la dead, woman dead, I tell you! Where have you seen him? Speak, I command you," cries he, seizing her arm and shaking her violently. "On the avenue. I was there watching Miss Griselda, as you told me to, lest she should go into the woods again, when he came slowly toward me through the trees, prowling about. He's changed, he's gone to bone a deal; but I'd know him still among a thousand. Ay, and yonll know him, too." It Ih characteristic of the iron nature of the man that rose above all petty cringings to a miserly fear that as he enters the presence of the one creature whom on earth he dreads, he does so with a calm visage and one expression less. His step is slow, methodical as. usual; bis face, gray In its pallor, a very mask. His brilliant eyes alone betray the keen life that still lingers In the gaunt old frame, and they look through and through the unwelcome visitor with an unblinking gaze. "You!" he Hays, softly, nay smilingly, extending a graceful hand, with a good deal of languid Indifference. "Just that," says Sedley, In a tone bo loud and common as to contrast painfnlty with the polished accent that had gone before. "Years since we met, mate," "Many," says Mr. Dysart, sinking care fully Into a rickety old chair near him. "And yet It seems like yesterday that we parted. "Take it like that! It shows what a downy uost you've boon ly In' In." says the largo. coarse-looking man. with u distinct!) aggrieved air. "There's the in justice of It. You've a much right to this phuv us I have, when all's told. And if I oau t got my sharo " " 'Sli !" breathes Mr. Dysnrt, softly, lifting one hnnd. "And well. so you have come back? Titling for the old country, eh?" "lo look you up," doggedly. "To see whether you were in the gruvo or out of it. partner." "Partner?" repeats Dysart, as If In gentle Interrogation. "In crime!" roughly, as If angered by the other's tone. "That's what they'd call it, Dysart, at the Old Bulloy. or whatever court it might come before, rut not particular." "No no." assents Mr. Dysart, with gentle encouragement. "I never blauicd you. mind you that. But a lawyer's a worriting sort o' var mint. A man should stick to his word, soi 1. and when the old gov-nor refused to stick to his. after all his promises to you, why, if you kept him to it, In spite of him, when he had no longer power to kick well, who's to say you were wrong, eh?" "You are very good; very sustaining," says Mr. Dysart, slowly. His tone Is, perhaps, a little fainter. "Ay. that's what I am to them ns stands by me. And you nnd I are in the same boat, Dysart; never lose sight of that. I don't. I'll back you up as fresh as though It was only yesterday we'd agreed on on you know what. Ha, ha, ha!" The old man suddenly stiffens himself, and looks straight at Sedley. "And now what is It you want?" he asks, tersely, his tone ringing cold and clear through the room, though very low. "Now, I like that. I want part o' the swag. Five thousand pounds," says the other, coolly. "Five thousand pounds! You must be mad." "Not one penny less. My silence Is worth that and more. Come, don't Im agine you can impose on me. I tell you, I would think as little of going Into that room out there and telling your nieces of that first will, as " "Hush hush!" says Dysart, In a sharp tone, wild with fear. "Not another word, not a breath on that subject here. Walls have ears. You know the old ruin at the end of the far garden? Meet me there to-night, and I shall sec If we can come to terms." With a last word or two he succeeded in getting Sedley to the door, and there summons Grunch, who In truth is mar velously handy. "Grunch! Will you see to Sedley? He Is as old a friend of yours as of mine, I think,'' snys Mr. Dysart, in so genial a tone for him that Grunch involuntarily glances at him. "He is tired, and no doubt hungry. Make him comfortable in every way." "Yes, sir," says Grunch, respectfully. She leads Sedley down the passage, and then, with a muttered word to him that she should get the keys of the cellar, runs back to Dysart, who stands staring after them with an unfathomable expression in his eyes. "Your will iuick!" she snys, in a low tone. "Keep him out of sight. Let no one see him, or guess at bis presence in this house," whispers Dysart, fiercely, after which he steps back into his room and flams the door, and locks It behind him in a frenzied fashion. CIIAPTEK XVIII. It is ten o'clock, and night, like a heavy shroud, lies over wood nnd garden. Tom Peytom is treading with cautious steps the upper part of the garden on his way to the ruin. Safely he makes his way to the old house, to get the letter ho knows will await him there. Poor darling, what will be In it? Further vexutlons? With a desire to avoid all risks, he elects to enter by the back, where a large rent in the dilapidated walls will enable blm to squeeze through the room where the letter from Griselda will be. Voices decidedly, and in the next room. The speaker at this iustunt is Mr. Dy sart. The second voice is strange to bim coarse, vulgar and dictatorial, and very threatening. The voices grow In wrath; the un known one being loud in vituperation. And now, all suddenly as it were, the voices cease; there Is a strained silence, as If each man waits with drawn sword for the other's next word, and then a sickening sound. A dull, awful blow, as of oak meeting flesh and blood, a ghastly groan, and then silence. Great lteuven! What has happened? Has be killed that old man? Peyton springs forward, looks upon the inner room, he stops short, as if shot, to stare aghast upon the scene before him. Upon the earthen floor lies a huge fig ure, apparently dead, while stundlug over it is Mr. Dysart, bis fuce alight with u ghastly hope, his wild eyes gleaming. A heavy oaken stick Is la his hand. The murderous bludgeon is uplifted to com plete crime nlrcady begun to finish his work, to make sure of the helplesi vic tim at bis feet, when Peyton, uttering u loud cry, rushes from the spot where until now he lay concealed. There Is an Instant's hush, a strange hush, and then a convulsive shiver runs through the old man. An ashen grayness has risen from chin to brow. He flings np his arms, for a second or two, clutches foolishly at the air, and then falls with a dull thud acrocs the body of his enemy. Peyton runs through the garden, never pausing or drawing breath until the house is reached. Knocking Impatiently with his knuckles and receiving no an swer, he so far gives way to the agi tation that la consuming htm as to smash a pane with a stone. This bring Heatea to the window la a minute or two, cur Ually dressed., "It Is I, Dysart Tom Peyton. Coins out, come out quickly. Your falltor," panting, "Is hurt Is u'iy 1111" "My father!" says SoiUott, ns If tot believing. "But where how?" "lit the garden up thoio In the old ruin. Oh, hurry, man, hurry; you can hoar all afterward!" Soaton hardly dares to UMituro a re mark, but, having with trembling lingers clothed himself, follows Peyton out through the window lit the chill night nlr, mid soon the two joiiiir iiumi are touting like hunted things through the gardens to that fatal old ruin at the end of them. Here everything Is Just ns Peyton loft It. Tito old itittti lying dead, with it more poaoofttl expression 011 tA,v 'I"111 had over boon there while ho lived- the nth or. the stranger, almost as motionless as his enemy, save for n faint quiver of the lips and nostrils oory now and then. Who wits ho? What hail brought hint hero? Peyton turns to Soaton with those questions on his lips. It Is Imperative that something about the stranger be dis covered and tit olioo; Soaton Is still holding his father's body In his arms, Inoxptossiblo grief upon his countenance. The old iiuiti had boon stem, hurd. begrudging, hut ho hud loved his son well, and the son know it. Po ton tuuclics him lightly on the shoulder. "ltoue yourself," ho says. In u low, earnest tone. "You know this man?" "No not at all. 1 never saw blm be fore." "What! you oau toll me nothing? Oh, think. Dysart!" snys Peyton, with In creasing anxiety. "If you ktiow nothing we shall scarcely lo able to see how to act. Exert your memory, man." "It Is useless. 1 swear I never saw him before." He compels himself to look ugalu nt Sedley, and a shiver of disgust shakos hlui. "I know only this that he has killed my father." "You forgot." says Peyton, very quiet ly. Ho would have been thankful, glad, to be able to leave his friend ill this be lief, but Le knew it would lie IniiHisslblc. "1 saw the whole thing. There was n quarrel, alout what I did not hear, but it was your fnther who knocked that follow down." "Well, it killed him," says Soaton, ex citedly. "The excitement of that quar rel was too much fur him. I still main tain that that man caused his death." He covers his fnce with his hands. "Nevertheless, wo cannot leave him here to die. Come. Soaton, take your courage in your hands. Think If there be no way to avoid the scandal that must necessarily arise out of all this. For for the sake of your poor futher's mem ory, bestir yourself." It is a potent argument. Soaton flushes hotly, and the old touch of power returns to his face. Together they carry the two bodies Into the house, ttuder cover of the silent night. Mr. Dysnrt to his own room, aud then up the stairs, and through the end less corridors, that other groaning, senrcely living burden; up always until a disused chamber In a remote corner of the old toner is reached, where it is be yond probability that any one in th house save these three who know, will ever seek to penetrnte. (To be continued.) HATS OF OUR ANCLSTORS. Chances that lluve Taken Place In MantifficturliiK Ileuduenr. "Speaking of the lint business," said a veteran of the business to the local historian, "most wonderful changes have taken place since 1K."0. In olden times soft felt nnd derby bats were not known, und It was ns lute as 184II when silk dress bats were first Introduced in this country, this being a French In vention, and nil silk plush used for hats hi the world was, up to this time. nude in France. When Kossuth came to America he introduced the soft felt hats, wearing one himself. It did not take American batters long to take up the Idea, and in less than one year old and young Americans covered their heads with Kossuth hats. They were In shape nearly the same ns tourist hats now, only being trimmed up with a nice, long ostrich plume. Along about 1858 an English tourist came along with the derby hat, and In a very few years they beenme the general head gear In the country, nnd up to the pres ent date the demand for soft lints and derby hats Is nearly evenly divided. 'In those days nil the best claw of soft hats were Imported from France, and stiff derbies from England. This, however, has tnken a material change, afl American huts nrc now sold in all paTts of the globe, and It Is a known fact that we produce the most tasty and best hats made. Iiefore the arrival of Kossuth and the English tourist. however, the Amerlcaus dltl not go bareheaded, but contented themselves with napped otter and nnppcd beaver hats, for the moTe expensive, nnd the so-calk-d scratch-up or brush hats for the cheaper. Brush or scratch-up de rive their name from the fact that nap was rulsed on them by means of a stiff brush constructed of whalebones. The first manufacturers who made Ameri can production in those goods popular and world-renowned, and who forced French and English lints out of this market, were Blnaldo M, Waters, John B. Stetson, J. D. Bird and B. .1. Brown. "During the early periods of 1840 and 1850 a dealer was a hatter In fact, else there would have been no room for blm, as all made the hots they sold, all handwork, no machines of any kind, and one who know how to make a imp lied otter or beaver bat was an artist, earning $40 to $00 per week being nothing unusual, many making from $7G to $100."-St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Hardly So. In no situation, probably, Is the stam mering Infirmity more calamitous than In making a proposition of marriage. An exchange gives us this dialogue: Mr. Stutterly to MIbs Graco . : "M-in-m-lss G-G-G-G-G-G-Grace, M-I-I w-w-w-w-w-want you to b-b-b-b-be m-m-m-m-my " "What did yon say, Mr. Stutterly?" "W-W-W-W-W-W-Won't you b-b-b-b-be my wu-wu-wu-wu-wlfe, I-I-I-I-I-I s--s--8-ealdr "O, Gcorrce, tils la so siddear BOLD BLACK JUJtT. A PICTURESQUE HIGHWAYMAN OF CALIFOHNIA. The Jekjrll mill ll.ulr Correr of Htnue ltotilier Who Terrorized tlir Pitclllc Slope nnd Minded the, tllllelol. for .Mini) Vent" Auoln at Work, There Is good ten soli to believe that Black Burt, the boldest iiml most no torious lilgliwiiyiiinii ever known In California, Is opu tatlng again. Tim trt35iSiV I the robberies of PM I stage itml couch on loiiei.Y lliouilllllll i'oiiiIh In northern I'ltllfornlii it u d southern Arizona dining the lust few mouths have alum limit cimimrkM of tlu famous lotto lilgliwiiyiiiaii of the Sierras. Moro Until HI-UK llAltt. this, two of the passengers lit (lie hold up stages knew something of Bhtck Bart when be hold central California In terror JO years ngo, mill, from Ills speech nnd figure, are sure that their robber Is the noted Imiidll. Moreover, to one seems to know what has be come of hint since Ills release from Situ Qtiotttlti prison, where bo hail been sentenced for eight years. The trial of Itlnck Bart for highway robbery In Vlsalla, Oil.. In May. INS I, revealed u muss of Information about this unusual tmmllt. For I" years high way robberies by Black Bart had taken place nt intervals and In least expect ed localities, till the way from Port laud, Ore.. In Yiiina. Ariz. Ills arrest on me about In this way. In March. 1SSI. the singe conch (hut j traveled the rough road over (lie deso late hills and through the lonely i gulches from n gold mining enmp In 1 tho Sierras to Mnrysvllle. Oil., was ! held up by a masked, lone highway- ' man. whom the driver and nil the pus- I scngcrs recogulxcd by his manners mid siHecb as none other than Black Bart. The veteran highwayman had reduced ' his mode of robbery to n science, and ' when ho had quickly hnrvested it crop of gold watches, purses and bits of Jewelry, he shouted to the driver to go ahead. i I A MEETING WITH BLACK BAIIT. Wh'ti the coach had rumbled out of sight on the wny down the mountain side Black Bart turned his attention to splitting open tho wooden Imjx con taining the Wells-Fargo Express Com pany's treasure. Something must unvo disturbed the highwayman while, ho was gatherlug tip the money from tho treasure box, for when the stage couch passengers had armed themselves at the next station and hurried back to the scene, later In tho day. they found among the debris of papers, empty purses and wrappings of parcels a linen cuff. Tho robber evidently had dropped It In a hurried tight to his refuge. The cufT was turned over to the ex press company detectives. They found. ufter weeks of Inquiry, that the Indeli ble laundry marks were (hose of a Chinese laundry on Hush street, In Sun Francisco. When (lie dutectlvo had learned from the Chinese laundry man that the marks on the cuff Indi cated that It bcloiiged to one Charles E. Bolton, a regular patron of tho laundry, they set ubout to hunt up Mr. Bolton. It came out that Charles E. Bolton, who owned the cull, was a quiet, unobtrus've, spare man of about GO years He lived In a modest and qulot boarding house, where sedate, old-fashioned business men bad rooms, and every one thcro wag bis friend. When a detcctlvo went to live In tho same boarding house he found that Mr. Bolton was a studious man, lived a correct life, was a reader of new books, dabbled In poetry, and every few weeks went away to visit ono of tho several little mines about Califor nia In which ho bad Investments. Bol ton wns an export whist player, nnd evidently ho had traveled far and wldo Id his early life. His hobby was water colors, and bo spent whole days In painting bucolic scenes alone lu his rooms. Then when he bad dined In style along with the other bachelors In tho boarding house ho went alono to the theater, where he took the least conspicuous scat. He never got mall and never sent letters, but he devoured the dally newspapers at times. Never theless It did not tako the detective long to connect this quiet, polished gen tleman with the most dreaded outlaw In California, For 17 years he had kept half tho sheriffs and constables, a lot of detec tives, and all the United Stutcs mar shals In California ceaselessly watch fnl for a fresh deed by Black Bart. He bad many n tlmo wnlked down to a local bank carrying n snug fortuno In his grlpsack-tho proceeds of a re cent nffalr out on "the road"-past hundreds of San Francisco people, while they weie excitedly discussing Itlael; Han's latest hold-tip. The niltliiw was convicted nnd ho cause uf his confession it tit I apparent ilctctiitltiiitlnii to lend it new lire lie "'Us Miitciitcd to Sun Qtientlu prison rur only eight jours. He was it model pris oner, mid he cueneil all the oniiiinulu Hons of bis sentence for good conduct, lie was lllironteil In .Inly. t.MHl. Fur a few ilnys he lived In Siternnteiilo, wait ing, he hii Id. ilitdl lie got hiiiiio money from Eastern relatives, when he ineiinl to go in Seattle and earn mi honest liv ing. Then the until disappeared. There Is no doubt In tho minds of Hie ollleluls who participated In Black Hurt's capture before, lint that the no couipllNlieil stage robber Is again at work mid will once inure lend the of floors of Ihe tmv a merry vhiisu before ho Is apprehended. NAQQINQ. One of (lie HIiih Unit Ik"! my Ilonin Comfort, There Is olio exceedingly disagree able Intblt Into which some people fall without seeming to notice It. Tills Is nagging. They cannot say what they have to say and then lot It alone, but keep peeking mid pocking at It on ev ery occasion and If occasions do not arise naturally, they tiitiko lltoiii, in tills nagging, sarcasm, or Irony, bear a leading pan. A tiling may be said once or twice as a pleasant raillery, In a genial biiiuor, but when repeated over and over It ceases to be fun. It thou cuts. Sarcasm Is a two-edged tool; it cuts and wounds the otto at whom It Is alined, aud It Irritates and roughens the one who uses It. 't Is a dangerous tool for one to use who wishes to be either kind or Just. It oolites easily to (he Hps and the In tellect takes a certain kind of delight In aptness, Ingenuity or sharpness. Its use grows on one. At least the hnlilt becomes so habitual thai It Is used unconsciously. However good-natured one seems lo take It, It Is almost cer tain to leave a sting; there Is a wound that hurts. Struggle ngaltist It as one will, there will often bo an Impression carried that some part of It Is mount In earnest. Too often do nil of us wound tho feelings of others by carelessness In speech. We cannot too carefully guard ourselves against the itugglug habit. It rasps and wears out the host of dispositions. Let us endeavor ever to make our speech kindly, even when obliged to Iiml fault. "A blow with a word strikes deeper than a i t.i,.,., ...m. .. .........1 iiv. .,i.ti . ,, tit, ,1 n,M,ii. i; nimu uvtrri err by speaking too kindly. Those ! naggers arc often kind at heart and would not willingly wound another. They have formed the habit uncon sciously and are not nware of how frequently they Indulge In (lint kind of tnlk. It does not occur to them (hat any one tuny take n further mean ing than they have meant, or that tiny pare of It will be taken seriously. It Is unavoidable, however, that this Is so The nagging habit Is the real reason why some women Mud It (lllllcult to re tain servants. It Is for the sharpness of their tongues that some really ex cellent people are avoided and disliked In society. People dread the tongue Inshlngs that slip ho easily from Ihe Hps nnd without real malice, hut they, nevertheless, cut deep. Let us put u guard on ourselves und sec (hat this habit of sarcastic speech and nagging Is nut ours. The Chinese have a say ing that "A man's conversation Is (he mirror of his thoughts." There Is n truth In It. If we habitually talk In a certain wny, we grow lo be that way In character. Milwaukee Journal. A Smart Man's Clover Itusr. "I saw your wife In n' car with you the other day," said a friend to the gay Wall street broker. "I thought shu was going to stay South over tho holi days." "She thought so, too," and the brok er smiled. "She was with friends down there for n long time, and kept writ ing mo not to tell her to tomo back Just yot." "How did you manngc It?" "I didn't write for her to eoroe back, I Just sent her last mouth's gas bill. It was for 11 cents. She got here two days later, aud her trunks have been coming In on every train since." Then they both smiled. Now York Press. Tunnol Under North Channel, Tho estimated cost of a submurlno tunnel from Wlgton, Scotland, to Lame. Ireland, twenty-three miles, Is $50,000, 000. There Is no Immediate prospect of its being built Hubsldlzing MnnufUotorlns. Under n law passed two years age the Hungarian government may subsi dize almost any kind of manufactory. Every kind father should drop mon ey Into tho children's bank. In order that their mother can bo supplied with "chauge," Lawyer (examining Itnessi - Whoi o was your itialil nt the tlttie? I.aily-lu my boudoir arranging my hair. Lawyer-And wore you there also? Lady (lliillguaiitl) l - Hlii-Clilcngo Journal. iiio Chicago Man -Well nluit did you think of New York? The Colorado Man-Thought it was n mining town when I II is I struck It. Homebody wtm digging In nearly every street. -Yon-Uvis SlateNinan, Mtltllice gill's note: "I must see you at any cost." Actor's answer: "All tight; buy n ticket for our next per formance,." Ex. The exact plncu; Teacher-James, you tuny tell where (he Declaration of Independence was signed. James Please, uiii'am, at (ho bottom. -In-itlalitipolls News, "Have you iiiailo any progress with your new uuvrl?" asked his friend. "Oh, yes," said (ho bustling young author; "I've selected a uiiiiio and a press agent." Htookly n Life. Cholly-Seeti Miishaw since ho cmmi from Purls? Dolly-No. douh buy I Why? Cholly-Oh, why sluco his slay tlicru ho picks Ills teeth with qtlltu a French accent, don't y' knowl-Ex. One of ninny: Mr. Olllls Surely, Miss Gray, you haven't rorgotten mo already? Why, I proposed to yu at the Hcn-shoru Inst summer. Miss Uruy (much piuzledl-Oin t you recall nutuo other Incident V-J udff. French Professor-Ah, yes. inndeinol selle, you spick zo Flench wkout tn leiiHt accent. Miss Breezy- Ileal kind of you to say so. but do I really? Uli. yesl .at ess, wlzotit zo least French accent.-Philadelphia Press. i.ndy," said Meandering Mike, "havo you any coffee or mlticu plu r " "Haven't you been beru twlco befere?" "l.udy, I have. I'm too good a judgo of cooLlu' to let such performances in yours go wlt'out nil encore." Washing ton Star. "Ignorance." remarked young Ilorcm, "they say, Is bliss." "Oh. thul prnba bly accounts for It," rejoined Miss Cut ting. "Accounts for whuff" queried the youth. "Tho contented and nappy look you usually wear," she replied. Chicago News. "Do unto others us you would lure others do unto you," said Markley. "That's the golden rule, and 1 bellevn In It. too. Don't you?" "Well." roplU'd Burroughs. "If I did I'd be offering to lend you ten dollars this mlnuto." Philadelphia Press. Turning the question: I'ltinegan Thlin trusts Is the ruin av our country. Trusts to the nation. Is lolku n bile on n moil's soldo. Trusts Is Fngan I'll wilt's the use tiilkln'? Why don't ye, put a poultice on tho bile, an' let her break?-Polltlclnn. llllklus (sulU'i'lng from a heavy cold) I met forty-live dlllerent acquaint ances this morning, and Just forty four of them told me or some euro tor a cold. Wife Didn't the furty llrth offer any ndvlco? Bllklns-No; he had a cold himself. New York Weekly. The Parson "I hope you are not go ing fishing on .Sunday, my little man." The Kid "Oh. no. sir. I am merely carry. ug this pule so that those wick d boys across the street will not stmpoct that I am on my way to Sunday school." New York .luuriial. "What makes you run your articles across two columns Instead of tho usual way?" "Hecailhe." answered tho editor, "I nni a truthful man, and I desire my conscience lo be at perfect ease when I assert that my paper Is widely read."-Washington Star. As n ninn nnd Ills wife were pnsslng a school, a (lying snowball hit the wlfo of his bosom In the neck He was en raged, and Justly, mid turning to tho schoolboys, slinking his (1st In nngor, he cried: "It's lucky for you, yon rns cnls. that you didn't hit mo."-Tlt Hits. "How can you plough straight fnr rows over Btieh nn enormous coratielii as this?" asked the Engllshinna, who had never been la Knttsns heforo. "That's easy." said the native. "Wo follow the parallels of latitude nud tho meridians af longitude." Chicago Trib une, "Too bad about the Subbub.i. They were going to hnvc n big cclohruHon last night. Inviting nil their neighbors to dinner. Hut their cook heard what the eelehrntlon was for, and she left." "What was K for?" "In honor of the fact that she had been with tbem a whole month." Philadelphia Pret, "Yes." said the Fnlry Prince, "you may have whutover you want for a Christmas present." "I will choose." said the Fortunate Person, "either a wife or nn automobile" "How fool ish!" cxclnlmed the Fairy Prhee. "Why do you net select something that yon can manage?" Haltlruoro Auverl ean, Mrs. Winks Why la theworld rtldn't you write to me while you were wny? Mrs. UlnkH-1 (lid write. Mrs. Winks Then I presume yon gave the lettrr to your husband to mall and he Is still carrying It uronntl In his pocket, Mrs. Minks No I posted the letter ntysrlf. Mrs. Winks Ah taea It Is lay hus band's pocket New York Weekks. One on him; Hardware Dealer What was old Krankey kicking atxnrt? Clerk He wauUd ten pounds of oolls. Said he'd pay for them und take tbeat heme himself. Wouldn't trust us to riV llvrr them, he said. Hardware Dealer -Hnrly old codger. I hope he'll sweat for It. Clerk-Oh, I look care of Hurt 1 threw In an extra ten pounds nnd never knew tt.-I'htlndeipbla Piew.