6
A SUMMER ROMANCE,
They met to-day at luncheon, and immense
was their surprise;
*Twas hard for them to comprehend the
scene before their eyes.
For only just a week ago they parted with
a tear,
And neither dreamed of meeting, face to
face, the other, here.
'Twas at a clieap seaside resort their
friendship first begun;
Bhe was a cultured heiress, he a wealthy
nobleman. «
And side by side they strolled about the
happy, wave-washed sands
Till fate or foTtune calli>d them home to
widely different lands.
He o'er the sea to sunny France must sadly
sail away.
Through California's orange groves she
all alone must stray;
But since vacation days are o'er—be still,
oh, troubled heart!—
They're clorklng in department stores
about a block apartt.
—Nixon Waterman, in L. A. W. Bulletin.
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PART 11.
TOE SEA COOK.
CHAPTER VII.
T GO TO BRISTOL.
It was longer than the squire im
agined ere we were ready for the sea,
and none of our first plans—not even
Dr. Livesey's, of keeping me beside him
•—could be carried out as we intended.
The doctor had togo to London for
a physician to take charge of his prac
tice; the squire was hard at work at
Bristol; and I lived on at the Hall un
der the charge of old Redruth, the
gamekeeper, almost a prisoner but full
of sea dreams and the most charming
anticipations of strange islands and ad
ventures. I brooded by the hour to
gether over the map, all the details of
which I well remembered. Sitting by
the fire in the housekeeper's room, 1
approached that island in my fancy,
from every possible direction; I ex
plored every acre of its surface; 1
climbed a thousand times to that tall
hill they call the Spy-glass, and from
the top enjoyed the most wonderful
and changing prospects. Sometimes
the isle was thick with savages, With
whom we fought; sometimes full of
dangerous animals that hunted us; but
In all my fancies nothing occurred to
me so strange and tragic as our actual
adventures. •
So the weeks passed on, till one fine
day there came a letter addressed to Dr.
Livesey, with this addition: "To be
opened in the case of his absence by
Tom Redruth, or young Hawkins."
Obeying this order we found, or rather
I found —for the gamekeeper was a
poor hand at reading anything but
print—the following important news:
"Old Anchor Inn, Bristol, March 1, 17—.
"Dear Livesey: As I do not know wheth
er you are at the Hall or still in London, I
send this in double to both places.
"The ship is bought and fitted. She lies
at anchor, ready for sea. You never im
agined a sweeter schooner—a child might
call her—two hundred tons; name, 'His
jjaniola.'
"I got her through my old friend, Bland
ly, who has proved himself throughout the
most surprising trump. The admirable
fellow literally slaved in my interest, and
ao, I may say, did every one in Bristol, as
soon as they got wind of the port we sailed
for—treasure, I mean."
"Redruth," said I, interrupting the
letter, "I)r. Livesey will not like that.
The squire has been talking after all."
"Well, who's got a better right?"
growled the gamekeeper. "A pretty
rum go if squire ain't to talk for Dr.
Livesey, I should think."
At that I gave up all attempts at com
mentary, and read straight on:
"Blandly himself found the 'Hispaniola,'
and by the most admirable management
got her for the merest trifle. There Is a
class of men in Bristol monstrously preju
diced against Blandly. They go the length
of declaring that this honest creature
.would do anything for money, that the
I'Hlspanlola' belonged to him and that he
eold It me absurdly high—the most trans
parent calumnies. None of them dare,
however, to deny the merits r,f the ship.
"So far there was not a hiictj. The work
people to be sure—riggers what not—
•were most annoylngly slow; but time cured
that. It was the crew that troubled me.
"I wished a round score of men—in case
of natives, buccaneers, or the odious
French—and I had the worry of the deuce
Itself to find so much as half a dozen, till
the most remarkable stroke of fortune
brought me the very man that I required.
"I was standing on the dock, when, by
the merest accident, I fell In talk with him.
I found he was an old sailor, kept a public
house, knew all the seafaring men in Bris
tol, had lost his health ashore, and want
ed a good berth as cook to get to sea again,
lie had hobbled down there that morning,
he said, to get a smell of the salt.
"I was monstrously touched—so would
you have been—and, out of pure pity, I en
gaged him on the spot to be ship's cook.
Long John Silver, he Is called, and has lost
aleg; but that I regarded as a recommenda
tion, sinco he lost It in his country's serv
ice, under the immortal Ilawke. He has no
pension, Livesey. Imagine the abomin
»ble age we live in!
"Well, sir, I thought I had only found a
cook, but it was a crew 1 1 had discovered.
Between Silver and myself we got to
gether In a few day3 a company of the
toughest old salts imaginable—not pretty
to look at, but fellows, by their faces, of the
most Indomitable spirit. I declare we could
Cght a frigate.
"Long John even got rid of two out of the
six or seven I had already engaged. He
showed me In a moment that they were
Just the sort of fresh-water swabs we had
to fear In an adventure of importance.
"I am in the most magnificent health and
spirits, eating like a bull, sleeping like a
tree, yet I shall not enjoy a moment till I
hear ir.y old tarpaulins tramping round the
capstan. Seaward ho! Hang the treasure!
It's the glory of the sea that has turned
my head. So now, Livesey, come post; do
not lose an hour, If you respect me.
"Let young Hawkins go at once to see
his mother, with Redruth for a guard; and
then both come full speed to Bristol.
"JOHN TRELAWNEY.
"P. S.—l did not tell you that Blandly,
•who, by tho way, Is to send a consort after
us If we don't turn up by the end of Au
gust, had found an admirable fellow for
Bailln,g-master—a stiff man, which I regret,
but, in a'l other respects, a treasure. Long
John Silver unearthed a very competent
jnan for a mate, a man named Arrow. I
have a boatswain who plpefc, Livesey; so
things shall go man-o'-war fashion on
board the good ship 'Hispaniola.'
"I forgot to tell you that Silver Is a man
of substance; I know of my own knowledge
that he has a banker's account, wtich has
never been overdrawn. He leave* his wife
to manage the Inn: and as she Is a woman
of color, a pair of old bachelors like you and
I may be excused for guessing that it is the
wife, quite as much as the health, that
j»nds him back to roving. J. T.
'P P. S.—Hawkins may stay one nigh?,
with his mother. J. T.'
You can fancy the. excitement into
which that letter put me. I was half
beside myself with glee; and if ever I
despised a man, it was old Tom Red
ruth, who could do nothing' but grumble
and lament. Any of the under game
keepers would gladly have changed
places with him; but such was not the
squire's pleasure, and the squire's pleas
ure was like law among them all. No
foody but old Kedrutli would have dared
so much as even to grumble.
The next morning he and I set out
on foot for the Admiral Benbow, and
there 1 found my mother in good
health and spirits. The captain, who
had so long been a cause of so much
discomfort, was gone where the wicked
cease from troubling. The squire had
had everything repaired, and the pub
lic rooms and the sign repainted, and
had added some furniture—above all a
beautiful armchair for mother in the
bar. He had found her a boy as an ap
prentice also, so that she s.hould not
want help while I was gone.
It was on seeing that boy that I un
derstood, for the first time, my situa
tion. I had thought up to that moment
of the adventures before me, not at all
of the home that 1 was leaving; and
now, at sight of this clumsy stranger,
who was to stay here in my place beside
ruy mother, I had my first attack of
tears. I am afraid I led that boy a
dog's life, for he was new to the work.
I had a hundred opportunities of set
ting him right and putting him down,
and I was not slow to profit by them.
The night passed, and the next day,
after dinner, Redruth and I were afoot
again and on the road. I said good-by
to mother and the cove where I had lived
since I was l>orn, and the dear old Ad
miral lien bow —since he was repainted,
no longer quite so dear. One of my last
thoughts was of the captain, who had
so often strode along the beach with his
cocked hat, his saber-cut cheek, and his
old brass telescope. Next moment we
had turned the corner, and my home
was out of sight.
The mail picked us up about dusk
at the Royal George, on the heath. I
was wedged in between lledruth and
a stout old gentleman, and in spite of
the swift motion and the cold night air,
I must have do/.ed a great deal from
the very first, and theri slept like a
log uphill and down dale through stage
after stage; for when I was awakened,
at last, it was by a punch in the ribs,
and 1 opened my eyes to find that we
were standing still before a large build
ing in a city street, and that the day
had already broken a loijg time.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Bristol," said Tom. "Get down."
Mr. Trelawney had taken up his resi
dence at an inn far down the docks, to
superintend the work upon the schoon
er. Thither we had now to walk, and
our way, to my great delight, lay along
the quays and beside the great multi
tude of ships of all sizes and rigs and
nations. In one, sailors were singing
at their work; in another, there were
men aloft, high over my head, hanging
to threads that seemed no thicker than
a spider's. Though I had lived by the
shore all my life, I seemed never to
have been near the sea till then. The
smell of tar and salt was something
new. I saw the most wonderful figure
heads, that had all been far over the
ocean. I saw, besides, many old sailors,
with rings in their ears, and whiskers
curled in ringlets, and tarry pig-tails,
and their swaggering, clumsy sea-walk;
and if I had seen as many kings or arch
bishops I could not have beeu more de
lighted.
And I was going to sea myself; to
sea in a schooner, with a piping boat
swain, and pig-tailed singing seamen;
to sea, bound for an unknown island,
and to seek for buried treasure.
While 1 was still in this delightful
dream, we came suddenly in front of
a large inn, and met Squire Trelawney,
all dressed out like a sea officer, in
stot.it blue cloth, coming out of the door
with a smile on his face, and a capital
imitation of a sailor's walk.
"Here you are," he cried, "and the
doctor came last night from London.
Bravo—the ship's company complete!"
"Oh, sir," cried I, "when do we sail?"
"Sail!" says he. "We sail to-morrow."
CHAPTER VIII.
AT THE SIGN OF THE SPYGLASS.
When I had done breakfasting, the
squire gave ine a note, addressed to John
Silver, at the sign of the Spyglass, and
told me I should easily find the place
by following the line of the docks, and
keeping a bright outlook for a little
tavern with a large brass telescope for
a sign. I set off, overjoyed at this op
portunity to see some more of the ships
and seamen, and picked my way among
a great crowd of people and carts and
bales, for the dock was now at its busi
est, until I found the tavern in question.
It was a bright enough little place of
entertainment. The sign was newly
painted; the windows had neat red
curtains; the floor was cleanly sanded.
There was a street on either side, and
an open door on both, which inad,e the
large, low room pretty clear to see in,
in spite of clouds of tobacco smoke.
The customers were mostly seafar
ing men; and they talked so loudly
that I hung at the door, almost afraid
to enter.
As I was waiting, a man came out of
of a side room, and at a glance, I was
sure he must be Long John. Ills left
leg was cut off close by the hip, and un
der the left shoulder he carried a
crutch, which lie managed with won
derful dexterity, hopping about upon it
like a bird. He was very tall and
strong, with a face as big as a ham —
plain and pale, but intelligent and smil
ing. Indeed, he seemed in the most
cheerful spirits, whistling as he moved
about among the tables, with a merry
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JULY ai, 1898
word or a slap on the snoulder for the
most favored of his guests.
Now, to tell you the truth, from the
very first mention of Long John in
Squire Trelawney's letter, 1 had taken
a fear in my mind that he might prove
to be the very one-legged sailor whom
I had watched for so long at, the old
I Sen bow. Cut one look at the man be
fore me was enough. I had seen the
captain, and lilack Dog and the blind
man Pew, and I thought I knew what a
buccaneer was like — a very different
creature, according to me, from this
clean and pleasant-tempered landlord.
I plucked up courage at once, crossed
the threshold, and walked right up to
the man where he stood, propped on
his crutch, talking to a customer.
"Mr. Silver, sir?" 1 asked, holding out
the note.
"Yes, my lad," said he; "such is my
name, to be sure. And who may you
be?" And when he saw the squire's
letter, he seemed to me to give some
thing almost like a start.
"Oh!" said he, quite aloud, and offer
ing his hand, "I see. You are our new
cabin-boy; pleased I atn to sec you."
And he took my hand in his large
firm grasp.
Just then one of the customers at the
far side rose suddenly and made for the
door. It was close by him, and he was
out in the street in a moment. But his
hurry had attracted my notice, and I
recognized him at a glance. It was the
tallow-faced man, wanting two fingers,
who had come first to the Admiral Ben
bow.
"Oh," I cried, "stop him! it's Black
Dog!"
"I don't care two coppers who he is,"
cried Silver. "But he hasn't paid his
score. Ilarry, run and catch him."
One of the others who was nearest the
door leaped up and started in pursuit.
"If he were Admiral Ilawke he shall
pay his score," cried Silver; and then,
relinquishing my hand, "who did you
say he was?" he asked. "Blaek what?"
"Dog, sir," said I. "Has Mr. Trelaw
ney not told you of the buccaneers? lie
W«cs one of them."
"So?" cried Silver. "In my house!
Ben, run and help Harry. One of those
swabs, was he? Was that you drinking
with him, Morgan? Step up here."
The man whom he called Morgan—an
old, gray-haired mahogany-faced sailor
—came forward pretty sheepishly, roll
ing his quid.
"Now, Morgan," said Long John, very
sternly; "you never clapped your eyes
"Oh!" I cried; ** »top him! It's Black Doar."
on that Black —Black Dog before, did
you, now?"
"Not I, sir," said Morgan, with a
salute.
"You didn't know his name, did you?"
"No, sir."
"By the powers, Tom Morgan, it's as
good for you!" exclaimed the landlord.
"If you had been mixed up with the
like of that, you would never have put
another foot in my house, you may lay
to that. And what was he saying to
you ?"
"I don't rightly know, sir," answered
Morgan.
"Do you call that a head on your
shoulders, or a blessed dead-eye?" cried
Long John. "Don't rightly know, don't
you? Perhaps you don't happen to
rightly know who yt>u was speaking to,
perhaps? Come now, what was he jaw
ing—-v'yages, cap'ns, ships? Pipe up?
What was it?"
"We was a-talkin' of keel-hauling,"
answered Morgan.
"Keel-hauling, was you ? and a mighty
suitable thing, too, and you may lay to
that. Get back to your place for a
lubber, Tom."
And then, as Morgan rolled back to
his seat Silver added to me in a confi
dential whisper, that was very flatter
ing, as I thought:
"He's quite an honest man, Tom Mor
gan, ouly stupid. And now," he ran on
again, aloud, "let's see—Black Dog?
No, I don't know the name, not I. Y'et I
kind of think I've —yes, I've seen the
swab. He used to conle here with a
blind beggar, he used."
"That he did, you may be sure," said
I."I knew that blind man, too. His
name was Pew."
"It was!" cried Silver, now quite ex
cited. "Pew! That were his name for
certain. Ah, he looked a shark, he did!
If we run down this Black Dog, now,
there'll be news for Cap'n Tj-elawney!
Ben's a good runner; few seamen run
better than Ben. He should run him
down, hand over hand, by the powers!
He talked o' keel-hauling, did he? I'll
keel haul him!"
All the time he was jerking out these
phrases he was stumping up and down
the tavern on his crutch, slapping
tables with his hand, and giving such a
show of excitement as would have con
vinced an Old Bailey judge or a Bow
street runner. My suspicions had been
thoroughly reawakened on finding
Black Dog at the Spyglass, end I
watched the cook narrowly. But he
was too deep, and too ready, and too
clever for me, and by the time the two
men had come back out of breath, and
confessed that they had lost the track
In a crowd, and been scolded like
thieves, I would have gone bail for the
innocence of Long John Silver.
"Sec here, now, Hawkins," said he,
"here's a blessed hard thing on a man
like me now, ain't it? There's Cap'n
Trelawney—-what's he to think? Here
I have this confounded son of a Dutch
man sitting in my own house, drinking
of my own rum! Here you comes and
tells me of it plain; and here I let
him give us all the slip before my
blessed dead-lights! Now, Hawkins,
you do me justice with the cap'n.
You're a lad, you are, but you're as
smart as paint. I Bee that when you
first «ame in. Now, here it is: What
could I do, with this old timber I hobble
on? When I was an A B master mar
iner I'd have come up alongside of him,
hand over hand, and broached him to
in a brace of old shakes, I would; and
now—"
And then, all of a sudden, he stopped,
and his jaw dropped as though he had
remembered something.
"The score!" he burst out. "Three
goes o' rum! Why, shiver my tim
bers, if I hadn't forgotten my score!"
And, falling on a bench, he laughed
until the tears ran down his cheeks.
I could not help joining; and we
laughed, together, peal after peal, until
the tavern rang again.
"Why, what a precious old sea-calf
I am!" he said, at last, wiping his
cheeks. "You and me should get on
well, Hawkins, for I'll take my davy
I should be rated ship's boy. But,
come, now, stand by togo about. This
won't do. Dooty is doot3', messmates.
I'll put on my old cocked hat, and step
along of you to Cap'n Trelawney, and
report this here affair. For, mind you,
it's serious, young Hawkins; and
neither you nor me's come out of it
with what I should make so bold as to
call credit. Nor you, neither, says you;
not smart —none of the pair of us smart.
But dash my buttons! that was a good
'un about my score."
And he began to laugh again, and
that so heartily that, though I did not
see the joke as he did, I was again
obliged to join him in his mirth.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
AN ENGLISH GALLANT,
A Man of Fanlilon of the lCllznlirtli.
nn Kra.
Glancing across the surface of every
day life in the Elizabethan days of ro
bust manhood, it is interesting to no
tice the lively, childlike simplicity of
manners, the love of showy, brilliant
colors worn by both sexes, and to com
pare these, charming characteristics
with the sober halbiliments and re
served manners of the present day.
Here is an example of the man of fash
ion, the beau-ideal of the metropolis,
as he sallies forth into the city to parade
himself in the favorite mart of fash
doniable loungers, St. Paul's church
yard. His beard, if he have one, is
on the wane, but his mustaches are cul
tivated and curled at the points, and
himself redolent with choicest per
fumes.
Costly jewels deeoravs his ears; o
gold brooch of rarest workmanship
fastens his bright scarlet cloak, which
is thrown carelessly over his left shoul
der, for he Ls most auiious to exhibit,
to the utmost advantage the rich hatch
ings of his silver-hilted rapier and dag
ger, the exquisite cut of his doublet,
(shorn of its skirts) and trunk hose.
Bis hair, cropped close from the top
of the head down the back, hangs in
long love-locks on the sides. His hat
which was then really new in the eoun
try, having supplanted the woolen cap
or hood, is thrown jauntily on one side,
it is high and tapering toward the*
crown, and has a ba«d around it, richly
adorned with precious stones, or
goldsmith's work, «.nd this gives a
support to one of the finest of plumes
—Nineteenth Century.
What Wan Hurt.
Many stories are told of tie witty re
torts made by a certain- judge who died
a few years ago, owl among them is
one which proves that his wit did not
desert him in. tflie most tryitag circum
stance®. One day as he was walking
down the steps which led from liis town,
house he slipped, lost h.iis footing and
fell with many thumps and bumps to
the bottom. A pas®e»-by hurried up to
the judge as the latter slowly rose to
his feet. "I trust your honor is not
seriously hurt?" besaid, in anxious in
quiry. "My (honor is not at all hurt,"
returned the judge, with, a rueful ex
pression, "but my elbows and knees
are, I can assure you!"—Tit-Bits.
A Tli l>m to lloawt Of.
Schoolfellows learn each other's fail
ings, if nothing else, and recall after
years of separation the characteristic
things about an old seatinate.
Two men who bad been at school to
gether when they were boys met and
talked of old' times.
"By the. way," said'one, "I saw Smith
when I was out at Seattle."
"Did you? And' what was he brag
ging about whcin you faw him?"
"He was bragging about his mod'esty
just at that moment."
"Dear old Smith! Just like him!"—
Youth's Companion.
No Monotony.
According to the statement of th®
ten-year-old daughter of a Massachu
setts clergyman- there are ways of mak
ing an old sermon seern almost mew
"Molly," said 1 one of the friends of this
young critic, "does your father ever
preach the same sermon twice?" "I
think perhaps he does," returned Molly,
cautiously, "but I thSfc l«e talks loud
and soft in. ♦"fferent places the second
time, so it doesn't sound the same at
all."—Youtih"s Companion'.
Knew Ills Wnya.
"Why do you say we are perfectly
safe if we elope on a railroad train."
"Because papa won't pursue us until
he can get a pass." —Chicago Record.
—Suffering loses all its charms foi
a woman if she has to do it in silence.—
Chicago News.
A STARTLED MOTHER.
From the Freeport (111.) Bulletin.
While busy at work in her home, \fr«.
William Shay, corner of Taylor and Han
cock Avenues, Freeport, LI., was startled
bv hearing a noise just behind her.
Turning I ,
quickly |
creeping Jipv
toward 112 f/f \
her her
olddaugh- Vv
trice. The !!_- W
child 6 I
move d [ M JO J&jfap.
over the I U
Hoor with J iSi y/
seem'ed Mrs ' Shay Startled.
filled with joy at finding her mother. The
rest of the happening is best told in the
mother's own words. She said:
"On the 28th of Sept., 189fi, while in the
bloom of health, Beatrice was suddenly and
severely afflicted with spinal meningitis.
Strong and vigorous before, in five weeks
she became feeble and suffered from a para
lytic stroke which twisted her head back to
the side and made it impossible for her to
move a limb Her speech, however, was not
affected. We called in our family doctor,
one of the most experienced and successful
practitioners in the city. He considered
the ease a very grave one. before long lit
tle' Beatrice was compelled to wear a plaster
paris jacket. Prominent physicians were
consulted, electric batteries were applied,
but no benefit was noticed until we tried
Dr. Williams' Pin'.: Pills for Pale People.
"Busy in my kitchen one afternoon I was
startled by th? cry of 'Mamma' from little
Beatrice who was creeping towards me. I
had placed her on an improvised bed in the
parlor. She became tired of waiting for ma
to come back and made up her mind togo to
me, so her story 'My Pirik Pills made me
walk,' which she tells everyone who comes to
our house, was then for the first time veri
fied. She has walked ever since. She has
now taken about nine boxes of the pills and
her pale and pinched face has been growing
rosy, and her limbs gained strength day by
day. She v!eeps all night long now, while be
fore taking the pills she could rest but a few
hours at a time." Dr. Williams' Pink Pills
for Pale People are sold by all druggists.
POINTED PARAGRAPHS.
Some Short Sentenced Which Contain
Some Truth nn<l More Tliau
u JLittle Wit.
It's easy for the man who lias no credit to
keep out of debt.
A defective hammock has caused many
fond lovers to fall out.
Some men manage to talk a great deal
and without saying anything.
Every dog has his day—but the eat has a
monopoly on the nighis.
The turtle may be slow, but he usually
gets there in time for the soup.
A woman seldom cares anything about the
answers to questions she asks.
The man who seeks damages in court is
sure to get what he's looking for.
Nothing makes a woman so mad as having
something to say and no one to listen.
An old maid says she never married be
cause she couldn't find a man to suitor.
Taking time by the forelock causes lots of
worry about things that never happen.
About two-thirds of the credit a man gets
for doing things rightly belongs to others.
When a man proposes to a woman in fun
and is accepted for a joke the foundation for
real trouble has been laid.
The average man's head contains about
128,000 hairs. A woman often has more, but
many of them are not indigenous.—Chicago
Evening News.
A TARDY RECKONING.
The Frtujal Housewife Falls a Vic
tim to the Wiles of the Crafty
Street Vendor.
"Ste raw-berries, nice ripe ste-raw-ber
ries," shouted the street vendor as his
horse jogged slowly through Bagley ave
nue.
"How much are they?"'asked the pretty
young housewife who had hailed the ped
dler by waving a towel.
"Ten cents a quart, mam. All Michigan
strawberries, and the dew's on 'em yet,
mam."
"But I want a bushel. I'm going to have
a sort of a strawberry festival just amonjj
my relations, and I wouldn't run out of
them for the world. How much for a
bushel
"Three and a half, mam."
"Too much. You'll have to do better than
that or I'll try some one else."
"I'll throw off a quarter," he said, and
she nodded so that her voice might not
betray her exultation. Then he carried in
32 of the little measures that have the waist
band about two inches from the bottom,
received his monev and did not linger.
Three minutes later the little woman rushed
in the street, her eyebrows knitted and her
dimpled hands clenched, one over a lead
pencil and the other over a crumpled piece
of paper. Bjt the peddler had vanished. —
Detroit Frej Press.
A YOUTHFUL REASONER.
lie Applies Ills Study of Natural His
tory to the Solution of a Sci
entific Problem.
"Johnny," exclaimed Mr. Blykins, "what
are \ou doing?"
"I'll,nkiog, sir."
"How dare y.u waste your time thinking,
when you ought to be studying your les
son?" M
"I was thinking about my lesson."
"What book are you engaged in perusing
at this time?" inquired the old gentleman.
"Natural history."
"Ah, a very useful and interesting study.
!t broadens the ideas and assists in taking
the mind from the customary cares of life
without the danger of demoralization which
sometimes attends frivolous forms of diver
sion/'
"Yes, sir."
"How far along have you proceeded in
the study of natural history?"
"I'm learning about amphibious animals
now."
"And a highly interesting branch of the
animal kingdom. Can you name an am
phibious animal —one with which we are
all familiar?" And Mr. Blykins folded his
hands before hhn and gazed at his son with
a look of wise expectancy.
"I think so. Is man an animal?"
"In the scientific sense, yes."
"And an amphibious animal is one that
consumes both air and water?"
"Yes "
"Then a man is one. Tf he weren't, what
would be the use of having any soda foun
tains?"—Washin^"*l
Many I'eiiple Cannot l>rln»t
coffee at night. It spoils their sleep. You
can drink Grain-O when you please and sleep
like a top. For (iratn-O doe.- not stimulate;
it nourishes, cheers and feeds. Yet it looks
and tastes like the best coffee. For nervous
persons, young people and c! ildren Grain-O
is the perfect drink. Made from pure
grains. Get a package from your grocer to
day. Try it in place of coffer. IS and 25c.
Ready to Correct All Rrror*.
Old Skinflint (grufHv)—Fifteen dollars for
those opera glasses? I can't see it. sir.
Optician (blandly)— Perhaps 1 should first
fit you wit 1; a pair of my $lB gold spectacles.
—Jewelers' \\ eekiv.
"Were you a guest at the hotej while you
were away, Blodgett?" "Guest? Not much.
I paid cash.''—Chicago Record.
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Bottler aad Shipper a*
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Aailjr tf de*ir*d.
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