I The Dead Man's Boots, e LBy Holjjer DrachmannTranslated From the Danish by Hanna Astrup Larsen. W It was JuBt this way have you ny tobacco with you? It was Just the way I am telling you. I don't know If he was a Gorman or nn Ens Kshman, or ha may have been Dutch, for .he couldn't talk, at least nut that I know of." As usual tliore wore several peoplo talking at once In the little fisher man's cabin, but when OKI Yvonsnn began the others stopped to listen. One of them Bhoved hlniRclf along the bench,' saying, "Whnt la It, Ole?" "You might have listened, and you would havo known," said Olo, "hut have you any tobacco?" He had. Ole pot his tobacco and filled his pipe. Then he began at the beginning again. "It was the dead man that washed shore here, what we call a beach washer. It is a long tlmo aso, thirty years I should say, and nt that time there was codfish right outside hero. X was out. In the boat with Jons Split and a follow called Hans, who went to America and was drownd there af terward. JVns and I were standing ft and hauling at the nets, and Hans was rowing. All at once the lines tightened. " 'Now haul away,' I said. ' " 'She's heavy,' said Jens. 'What the deuce Is It?' " 'Haul away,' I said, 'and you'll find out.' "He pu'.lrd, nnd I got the trough ready, for I thought it was a very large fish. " 'Look at him, said Jens, who was pulling with all his might. I turned my head, and there was first Am.. .. . I L 1 1 ,. llie CI UUK UL nil Ml hi Willi a uanu i 1 M Ing out of the water, then the breast! and a bit of the chin with a beard un der It. Then the chin and the breast went down again, for there was an other hook that had caught the breeches, and then a pair of boots knocked against the side of the boat, " 'What became of him?' said Jens, who had loosed the lines. "I told him to pull in again, but carefully. Then the thing came up (or the second time, stiff and long, tanding almost straight up and down In the water. " 'Let him go cried Hans from, his (lace. " 'Shall we let him go?' asked Jens, Wbo was still holding the line. "I looked at him and then I looked at the boat, and I said: 'After all, he Is a human being.' "Well, we got him to the edge of the boat and pulled him In. A great deal of water ran from him, and he was a little hard to handle, rather flabby in the back like a dead fish, but we managed to prop him up In the fore part of the boat with his face turned to us. "There he sat. The sun was low, and It shone right into his face. While we were pulling at the lines and every onc in awhllo took a fish from the hook, we could not help turning our heads to look at him, sitting there With his face turned on us. "Hans, who was rowing, got a Queer Itchin? feeling In the back of his head. Ms shoved himself back and forth and every little while ho looked forward over his shoulder. " 'What are ycu looking at, Hans?' asked. ' "Hans did not answer, but began to whistle. " A fisherman doesn't whistle In ais boat,' t said. "Jens snid: 'It seems to me the fel low over there t3 staring at us.' " 'Nonsense,' I said; 'how can dead man stare?' "A little later Jens apain said that the dead man was staring at us, and Hans began to shuffle again. Then, Just as we had pulled in the last part Of the lines, Kans bent down and grabbed a large starfish from the bot tom of tho boat, turned and slapped It right in the face of the beach Washer. t " 'You shouldn't havo done that, Sans,' I said. .- " 'Perhaps not,' he said, 'but you hadn't needed to take him on board. Every time I have looked over my shoulder I havq seen him staring at me, and It isn't a pleasant sensation at all, especially not when you feel It In the back of your head.' "Well, .at sunset we got In to the landing place, and there were people tanding there, and they cried to us: What kind of a fellow have you got there?' "We didn't answer before we had turned the boat. Then we jumped out and pulled it In, and the others lent a feand, for we always help each other wnere mere is no iiaruur., vvnen we tad the keel upon the sand I said to those who were standing around: TNow you can see for yourselves.' "They all wanted to know, and old Kiel's cook asked If he had a watch r anything like that. " 'We neverthought of that,' I said, tnd tried to unbutton his jacket, but 'he pilot-master told me that I must 'tot do that before the police or any way the customs collector had been Aere. ' " 'I didn't suppose there was any duty on such a one,' said Hans, lift ing him a little. People began to laugh, and that made HanB so frisky that he began to do all kinds of mon- . key tricks with him. "'I don't like to see you do that, and I think you will be sorry for it,' I aid. : i "Then Hans left him alone. ' The controller of customs came steaming liko a horse with the coat of his uni form battoned awry over bis stomach was In sue, a hurry. It was not often that there was anything for him to stick his nose in. " 'What merchandise have you on board?' he cried. " 'You can see for yourself, sir, I said. But Jens had thrown a tarpau lin over the man In the boat when the pilot-master said that we didn't dare touch him. The controller of customs came right up to the boat, snorting like a whale, snoezlng and Bplttlng and wiping his face with the stilt red handkerchief that was always hang ing out behind his uniform. " 'Well, my men, what kind of pick ings have you got to-day?' he said quite pleasantly. " 'It is not exactly pickings, Blr,' I Bald. " 'Nonsense, Olo. I suppose you have been Btntizgltng a little, lint when the king gets what Is coming to him and you show the proper respect for the law, there Is no harm In that.' "Nor was there. So the controller of customs pulled away the tarpaulin nnd there ho stood with It in his hand looking at the stranger In the bont. The bench-washer didn't say a word. IIo had a good excuse. The man of law didn't say anything, either; ho was rather surprised. " 'The villain! He slinks,' lie kicked the tarpaulin over him again. That was not particularly polite, I thought, for ho was a human being, after all, even if he wns dend. "The controller of customs Bald we must put a watch over him and send for tho police or the town Judge or tho district Judge or tho magistrate or the clerk or thedouce knows whom else to see that tho man was quite dead and everything else as It should be, that he did not bring the cholera, and If he had love letters or mort gages by which he could tell who he was. u$uries or Necessities? t At a New England academy two mlddle-nged men met In J c class reunion. After renewing the old acquaintance, one J of them said: "I have a boy here now." J "So have I," said the other man. m "When I went through here," the first man continued, re- flectively, "I worked my way doing chores of various kinds. J My annual expense seldom ran over $200. I find things quite different here now. Last year I paid out $760 to keep my . boy here In the stylo he says he must put on in order to be anybody." "I paid over $800 last year for my boy," said the second m man; "yet when I was in this academy twenty-five year3 ago, I swept out the building, milked cows, shoveled off sidewalks, , :nd hoarded for $2. CO a week. My expenses wero less M Uar. S200." ' "DoeB your boy do any work whllo In school?" . "No. Does yours?" , , "Not a stroke. The academy hired hands take caro of tho bey's room, black his shoes, put his daily paper on the table . for "aim every morning and do all the things you and I used n to iiave to do for ourselves." "The boys of to-day are getting luxuries where wo got '' .. r.e-33Bities. Are they any bettor students than the boys of . twenty-five years ago?" , "I doubt it. Yet their education costs from thres to four 1,' tlncf; what yours and mine cost. Are they getting t'r.rso or ioa? tir.ies as good an education?" "Daunt it. Shall we take our boys out?" ' 'Jl "Where else could we put them?" , "I don't know. Civilization and progress are great tilings, aren't they?" , "Yes, great." "So we kept watch over him with I two muskets and a sword in a sheath. As evening came people disappeared from the beach. About 9.30 the con troller of customs came along to in spect us before he wont to bed. I was the oldest, so I had the sword and made the other two stand at attention with the muskets when he hove in sight, and that pleased him. I asked hiin It I might send Hans to the inn for something in a bottle. " 'In a bottle on tho watch? Are you crazy?' he cried. " 'Well, all right,' I said quietly. 'Then we won't, but the night is long and chilly at this time of the year.' " 'When you are on watch you don't feel the cold,' he said. "The minute he was out of the way Jens and Hans stuck their muskets down in tho boat where the beach washer was sitting and got ready to go. 'Where are you off to?" I said, holding out my sword in front of them. " 'Take away that butter spoon,' said Hans. 'You might know I am going for something to keep us awake.' "When he came back we divided up so that the two of us had watch below, while the third walked up and down with the sword. I took the first watch, and the other two snuggled on the lee side of a sand dune and cov ered up with a piece of a sail. It would have been more comfortable in the hoat tinder the tarpaulin, but somehow they did not feel like it on account of the stranger fellow there. "The moon rose and shone on the water and on the beach and on the tarpaulin, that covered the beach washer. I walked up and down with the sword under my. arm and my hands in my pockets. I looked out to sea and wondered about what kind of a wind we would get in the morning, and then I looked at the boat and the fellow under the tarpaulin, and I thought of the troubles of .this life, especially for the sailor, who is never sure of the end when he is at the be ginning. The more I thought of it, the more my task seemed to weigh on me. .and L was glad Haas had got the botjra filled so. I could, get something to hearten me-up."1 1' went over.to him aad pulled t9 battle out of his coat pocket. I took a swallow and was going to return when Hans opened his eyes and said: " 'Help yourself; don't be bashful.' " 'I thought you Blept, Hans,' I said. 'It's a cold night. How do you like your bed?' " 'It's confounded uncomfortable,' snld Hans, 'and It's all on account of that beach-washer. Why didn't" you let him go, as I told you to?' " 'But Lord bless you,. Hans, I've got human feelings.' " 'If he could only do us some good,' said Hans, and then he Bat straight up, and we looked at each other. 'Do you know what I have been lying here and thinking of?' said Hans. " 'May be I can guess. Do you know whnt I am thinking of, HanB?' " 'Not his boots, is it?' said Hans, lie got up and began to slap bis arms together. "We went over to the boat, and HanB lifted the tarpaulin. 'They are good boots,' he said. " 'Don't.' " 'I would take my oath that no one has noticed whether he had boots or not,' said Hans. "I went over to Jens to see If he was still Bleeping, nnd when I came buck to the bont and saw tho boots wet and shiny In tho moonlight, I don't deny that I thought they wore good boots. " 'No, it won't work,' said I. 'He Is a human being, even It he is dead, nnd his clothes are his own, and when we take them we are stealing.' " 'Is he a human being?' cried HanB. 'No, a human being Is one that Is alive liko you and me. When you're dend you're nothing dust and clay, as the minister says, and noth ing can't possibly own anything.' "I stood and pondered over this for a few moments, but I couldn't get my bearings. " 'See here,' Bald Hans. 'If we took his wntch or his papers If he has any that would be stealing. Thoso things belong to the big-hugs that are coming to-morrow to poke their noses Into all that. But a beach-washer must be burled In tho clothes he is wearing. If you don t know tnat much, I do, and why should we let the worms eat those good new boots?' "I rubbed the back of my head and then I said: 'But who should have the boots, you or I? It wouldn't do any good to divide them, surely.' "Hans looked at me. 'We might raffle them.' He picked up a handful of pebbles. 'Odd or even?' " 'No, I don't want to,' I said, and left him. " 'Then I want to,' said Hans. " 'Give me your bottle, Hans. "I took a good swallow, and then we went over to the boat and tackled him. Hans took oft the tarpaulin, and I grabbed his leg. " 'Do you suppose we can get It off?' I whispered to Hans. " 'What in thunder are you doing?' said Jens behind us. "We both jumped up and looked at Jens, who was sitting up on the sand 'It won't do,' I whispered to Hans. 'Jens is as leaky as a new tub.' " 'We are looking at the beach- washer,' I said. . "I went over to Hans, bnt he was Just as scared as I was. He lay down by the side of Jens without saying anything. When I went to put the tarpaulin over the beach-washer again the moon was shining right into-his face just as the sun had done before, and it seemed to me as if he was look ing at me and saying, 'You thief, you thief.' It made me feel very queer, for I had never in my life before thought of robbing any one of what belonged to him, ner have I done it since, but this seemed a peculiar case, for, after all, he had no use for the boots. Anyway I bent over him and I said: " 'I am sorry, shipmate, for what I meant to do. You keep your boots. and good-night to you. . It the cod- fishing is .tolerable this year I guess I will make enough to get a pair of new boots without stealing from a dead comrade.' "Then I put back the tarpaulin, and I felt somehow as if be must be rest ing better, now that he was sure of keeping wbat'beionged to him. "When my watch was over I waked Hans. 'What about the boots?;, he aid. . VjWhat God has united let no man put asunder said L And I believe that made an Impression on him, for there were no boots lost that night. When the coivtrollor of customs came In tho morning we stood at attention in the bright sunlight. 14 'Anything happened on the wntch?' he asked. " 'Nothing wonth mentioning,' I an swered, and Hans and I looked at each other with our tongues in our cheeks and one eye pinched togother. "At noon tho nmglstrnte came In n carriage with a clerk and somo gen tlemen with him. The magistrate pointed to us nnd explained thr'iwe were fishermen, and one of rcnm. tinmen took a watch Rlasniiirlntnl lis pocket and stuck 't Inl nf poind stared at ub. Tl, holes of g ed questions and ex' .' icr (Irllli'i'en- tlemen, who seem mon Indeed. I tin .Im !erC'W,tle- iiiiii' I'liiut be foreigners, since t the wire i have everything explained. j restore hpoka ey.siiry t, so I Danish Just like the' suppose they hnd novei" fisher men before. One of ' Is i- wrote something In a book, soiiinciill ose he had n poor memory, done i ' "We turned all IiUviih fools, but found nothing but a mr. her 'use so wet that It was fallln f n uln . The) magistrate put gin-, t cxle;1 ' urned It over. There ''."' bank note worth aboi -l ' dol lars, a piece o. ' ",1' ,.,t letter which the mnglHti 1 tore was no sense In nnd s. t- ih copper coins. i, t 'Thnt wnsn't j.iUi said tho magistrate, and It wnstot. Then he gave orders about the funeral nnd drove nway. "In the afternoon the beach-wash er was burled on the beach. The curi ate threw three shovelfuls of dirt at him. nnd we fishermen took our caps off and looked down and snld nothing. I remember fooling glad thnt he hud his boots, though porhnps they would not do him much good In tho place where ho was going to. Then tho curate wont away, but It seemed to me a pity that a poor shipwrecked sailor should be sent away without a word. Jens was pulling at his breeches and looking around, and I could see that ho was thinking of the same thing, so I said, 'Lift your rud der.' "So Jens stopped forward with his cap in hlB hand and said: 'Listen to me, boys. I may got In trouble for this, but I am going to Bay it any way that I think ho who Is anchored here ought to .take with him a good word from those who towed him Into harbor and from those saw him made fast to the wharf. A farmer has tho bed where he Is to give up his breath right before his eyes all his life, but a sailor or a fisherman never knows where he will He. And he who Is moored here we don't know where he came from, but we can give him a kind thought and maybe a little wood en cross and a fence around his grave It we each do our part. And when I or Hans or Ole or Per get Into trou ble and are drifted on a strange shore we hope that other sailors or fisher men will do the same to us as we are doing to him though we don't know who he Is and may never get thanks for it; for that Is the way it ought to be between fishermen. And now may God rest his soul.' " 'Amen,' said the pilot-master, and we all repeated 'Amen.' "So ho wa3 buried. And Jens al ways got along very well, and the year after HanB was drowned off tho American coast. And I have been dragging along with my rheumatism ever since. But I have often thought of tho beach-washer and his boots!" San Francisco Argonaut. ONE REASON WHY SICILIANS COME TO AMERICA. Emily Post has incorporated in her novel, "The Title Market," a true and startling description of condi tions found by an American engineer In the sulphur mines of Sicily. "Derby," she says, "had thought himself prepared, .but with the hor rors actually before him, he shud dered uncontrollably; unconsciously, he gripped the pommel of the saddle so tensely that his knuckles whit ened. The mine, of 'Golden Plenty!' From the horrible mockery of the name, the devil might well have taken notes in planning hell! "Little forms passed by him with faces wizened and wrinkled were they gnomes? or what? Surely not children! Small, narrow, stooped Bhoulders, backs bent under loads buckled to tottering legs. Ragged the creatures were, to the point of nakedness, and on their arms and legs were scars fresh and scarlet from the torches of the overseers. Women and men crawled near the caldrons, and down the ladders into the hell pits went the children up with the heavy load past the torch and lash of the devil servers, whose duty it was to see that no panting being loitered. . Day in, day out, these miserable wretches stumbled under the stinging pain of burning flesh and once in a while a child's faltering steps slipped from the lad der rungs, -his weak hands lost hold a cry, a fall, and the 'Golden Plen ty' had swallowed one more victim." Everybody's. Farm Work by Moonlight. E. L. Richards, who lives on the Ovens bottom farm, northeast of town, used the fine moonlight nights last week in preference to the day time. . The days were so unbearably hot that Mr. Riohard3 slept and let his florses rest' in daytime and cultivated corn; at night. In this way ha missed the extremethot. weather. Lebo Cor respondence Topeka Capital. f Why Spain Is Fighting V ' " In Morocco ByThomas J. Vivian, Foreign Kditor of The American. UBTHBIt Spain succeeds In A Tl tl-milltarlst revolution by the simple method of shrapnel at short yy I range, the war In Morocco remains nn unsolved problem. The causes ror mat war are muse: It Is a commercial wnr, as are all wars of aggrandizement; ene of those wars founded on the proposition: "You ljave some thing that we want; we will give you for It eitner ail cm ui button or a new stool bullet." ( The "something" which Spnln In the present case wants Is thnfrlcnes, tn mineral riches that llo In the Bun-roasted hills twelve miles to th souuieasi of Melllla, tho prlnclpnt port of the Spanish "sphere of Inlluenoe In Morocco. A group of Spanish financiers hns spent much money In digging out tnes mlnernls, and has succeeded In Interesting the Spanish Government in ino exploitation of the mines of Until Bu Fruor. The mines are rich, 1wt almost Inaccessible, and it was decided to run a railroad down to them from Me'""'' Now, a railroad to the Moors and, Indeed, to most Mohammedans is m aggravating as a red clonk to a bull. It means Interfering with their nomai 10 halblts, the seliture of some Sheik's right of way ana a onecu on pruunuu- j lieges. The proposed railway, at Casablanca, it will be remembered, was mm beginning of all the bloody trouble thereabouts. The RIITs and the Kaliylcs, llerce trinesmon 01 me iimn, m .. ;" -posed railroad with their flocks of armed horsemen; the Rultnn of Morocco refused to Interfere to protect foreigners, whom he considered 1,''er'"')PiFr;' Melllla was Invested, and tho old feud between Moor nnd Iberian that ucgan hundreds of years ago is once more being fought out. The Hole In the Ground. By W. J. Lamb. mmi "St AM glad to note that Camllle r lamniarion invors ummim 1 Tl T I l,lt0 1,10 tho boBom ot the enrth 11,1,1 fll""M ollt what betwe J A I 1,19 surface and the lowest attainable depth, nnd I hope ho will i-, mini have bettor luck In the fruition of his hopes than I have Jiad. Twenty years or so atro I began to talk and write about ins flame subject, nnd biter, wIhmi our millionaires began pourlinr th foods or tlieir weann mio mo iui m '" , ....-.. - . with a suggestion that they would hr.ttrr poor some of It into the bowels 01 the earth. But they would not respond, nor have they done so yet. Ji at wn I have never been able to discover, because more educntlon nlong certain 1 ne. could be got out of a hole In the ground for less money than jM means I know of. Just what It would cost to sink a shaft twenty feet squara Into the earth as far as Interior conditions would permit I am not VV? V' state, not being an engineer or contractor, but if it cost as n""8. l.M;tt! Wile, $1,000,000 would Bhove It down ns fur as ten miles and It Is fP" safe guess that at that depth an appropriation for Ice would be In order lor tn comfort of the diggers. ,!.. .hurt wmilA But wfoo knows what? Who knows anything about what a snatt wowa bring forth from those mysterious Inner recesses? Mines have toeen sunk to . - .. . .. . i i. iui it,n f.nnf Jsnva tha mlnpfH nut. 'Dill in anrn rtpfiftin in inn hoc.kv jviomiiunm . . a -1 1 .i,nn .infti.winrri 11 nra rn 1 n mi ui Kin mi tii u u wv - Rockefeller ana Mr. uarncgie nv earth; why should they quit nt that? money bock there and see what riches ha nroduced? t .1. ti, . . . 1. un1A (n Vh- nr - nnwn inRir ttw iirv. wiiv win buiiio . . . i 1. Ml .-,, ... tti 1 1 1 inn . rn nn or Hnv mner vuiue iu Q-hoft? mvon if hn should fall into tne cjone more tnan u ne nau never uibsbu Don't Be An Imitator. n-tr flrlann Hwptt Marclen. HE Imitator ruins his "sr- , i ,,hvo ff.nwor. I I are never developed. In originate, 10 uo iiiiubh i ncmu,,., . , -h iiia oiTnrfa in Imitate some one else. . . , . .ii No human being ever noay eise, no niniier uu s" --.... --- . ..j be. Success can not be successfully copied; It Is original; It Is self-expresslosj . ... n f rnITi himself. I A man is a ranure usi in pruporuun us no 6""- Qii,f When Henry Ward Beecher and Phillips Brooks were at the height .. . . . in,,.n,on pi,i in fnnv their style, tneir ma we r lame, nunureus n juuug ti.iifiJ...cu ---- - - - . h .. ... j ..,, iron huh la hut theV fell 88 far BnOI ner sms, ineir mono 01 in ... . i l. . .1 i- or tne power or euner 01 im-so k""' - --- .i .n hn masterpiece. Not one of these Imitators ever amounted to anything until ftn y . , v.,n,i Vila nwn fniintlni.lnns. I stopped copy ng, imitating, ana 'A greaY many clergymen to-day which they have read arm aosoruen. imitations of previous uooks writers have copiea. m xn w naturalness. Tbey do not stir tub reader. They are com, meiess All Nature Is Hv W. S. Tvladden. m Deity never made a would be no earthquakes Yiatnra'a rMtnurces. The Creator stored i of the earth which -i in lla X mm .. . io Kuminrr fho 17.19. nslns nn the oil. and aestrfi ine as fast as possible the power that changing the orbit, as any person can erepu lur xn'iiicj m un...... weatner conaii on ..A You may rememuei mi ver a regular spring, a regular fall, year, a regumr iV There is notnmg Teguiar nuuuv wo count mil o)i K Jg because hrln the elobe out of collapse Hi tapping its gas. so will the longer time. THIS DOG AN EXPLORER. Fox Terrier Covers 20,000 Miles in Asia In Three Years. A wonderful record as a traveler has been achieved by Dash, the smooth haired fox terrier which ac companied Dr. M. A. Stein, the arch aeological explorer, throughout his great Journey of 10,000 miles, under taken on behalf of the Indian gov ernment, through Central Asia Into China and beck. Though the aggregate of the marches amounted roughly to 10,000 miles in two years and eight months, the actual distance covered by Dash, taking into account his canine habits of progression, may bo estimated at well over 20,000 mllc. Dash made that Journey on foot practically the whole way, except when he went "pony back", for short distances at times of great heat. When in the Taklamakan Desert Dash, like th rest of the party, had his watnr al lowance strictly limited. It came from the supply carried on camels In the form of ice. Dash went ver mountain passes as high as 16,000 feet above sea level. Throughout the Journey the dog kept well, and his menu was made up of crushing completely Its snafchlcal an mux i min. uiw - ; . ; ... nnii.. fiMiari in Tmra i 11 1 r ('tin 111 iih l unniaiin y - - . . . . j m u ... . iinnrnH rtr i.uh i n..:ir "" , fha Why shouldn't they put some of WM of knowledge for the whole world raign ... nun.1 7 If 1 r It. fir ul r. Ij. win i'" - ..niiniT fnllnitf Willi 1 1 1(1 III K 1 V ihud,.. jwb ........ . - . uiuinuii ui lhu - --. . . lime mai ne una uib&c ui n. capacity for originality; ior .niuaiivo, u li lnven f lveness ana rouin'' fact, his executive ablllty-the ability M i. .n. nnH . snrii n ir mil. ulluiit u yet made a success trying to be somen - --- - . , th ... tlio .nmmnn rhromo falls Short Of lal iu - M.1lrtfll merely echo other he s sermon. me - v i - V vnmv. fo,7 - fhB h" uhjuu ui 0 0 Perfect. mistake. All nature is perfect, ana me If man did not destroy the effects vast reservoirs of gas and oil In the cH was intended to keep this great nan ano nrhlt nnd nn its axis, hut man In li v , . -.- - gives the earth its .buoyancy, mere notice by tha great change of t .hJw months of sleighing eve ------ -- nutumn, in rotation. How Is it nov .n,., iu wonthw Ttureau cannot :i w. - oi...., i - of tapp,C!? of the earth of ju p., a Its equilibrium, just as a na.iuou earth collapse, only it will take a lit scraps from the .camp larder. E?1 night he slept In Dr. Stein's tent, a on occasions proved himself a vtj useful watchdog. On the high Tibet UDlands his chief recreation w chasing wild donkeys, yaks, and lfJce. He managed to kill sere hares and bring them in to sup ment the store of food. Upon many Journeys along the dlan northwest fron'ier Dash h also been the comrade ct his r:as and he has probably seen far m of the world than most .people, has true British terrier blood in veins, although India was his hii place. The dog is now in qu.irant' after having come from India. I don Daily Mail. Not His Fault Irate Woman These photogra; you made of myself and husband not at all satisfactory and I ref . to accept tnem. Photographer What's wrong them? Irate Woman What's wrong! W my husband looks like a oaboor Photographer Well, that's no f: of mine, madam. Tou should h thought of that before you had 1 J taken. Chicago News.
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