SI WHO 18 MINL.
fhe who is mine, whose soul is all my awn
48 mine 1s hers, long loved and curly
known,
With what warm havds, with what a lov
ing face,
Bhie gives me welcome to this quiet place.
This cottage hearth, where we two dwel
alone.
Conteut with slmpls duties simply done;
And she, at least, of ny» ambitious race,
She who is mine.
Ab, ves; Life's va u results have come and
gom;
And the dry heart, like a cold kernel stone
Within its withered pulp and shrunken
cave,
Might well have lost such fulness and such
grace
As ovrce it had, but for this love, Mill grown
And resolute and pure, that she inth shows,
Bhe who is mine,
[The Academy.
rs
POPPIES DILE MMA.
A biting wind has everything its own
way out of doors to-day. It whirls aw uy
in trinmph tho few brown leaves that
v »
anything now, since you have refused
hin,” and I end with a regrotful sigh.
Poppie gets up from the floor and,
“Susan,” she “1 want to ask
your advice,”
I do my best to suppress my astonish.
ment at this remark, for never before was
BOYS,
at any rate, of mo-—uand respond inquir.
* Yes, dear?”
“1 did not exactly refuse Mr. Harris -
wait a moment until 1 have
please!" —as | prepare to give vent to a
“I said
*No' over and ever again when he asked
me; but—I don’t know why it was
would not take ‘No’ for an answer per.
haps''—-smiling a little —* ‘he was too con-
honor he wished to confer
He declared that a woman's
shivering branches of the big copper
beech opposite to the library window; it
moans dismally in chimneys, whistles
shrilly through loose fitting window
frames, and, in short, makes itscif as
disagreeable as possible. Bat I, sittiog
in my favorite chair in the snug library,
and with a new and exciting “‘vellow.
back” in my hand, bid defiance to the
weather, congratulate mysell that I have
and need not go outside.
I have reckoned without my host, how.
wer, for before I have read more than
two chapters of my book, I hear a door
opencd behind me and a voice say in-
quiringly;
“Susan!”
It is Poy
pie, and I know she will want
to talk.
bend lower down over the fire,
tend not to hear; perhaps she will go
away agnin. Vain hope! She closes the
door and comes toward me.
“Susan!” she says again.
“Wali?” 1 reply unwillingly and with-
out turning or raising my eyes.
“I want to talk to you,” says Poppie,
coaxingly.
“1 know did,” is my inward re.
mark. “Well,” I repeat aloud, “what is
is it about?” And still I keep my eves
fixed on the page, devoutly praying that
Poppie will repent of disturbing me when
she sees how engrossed 1 am, and will
ieave me in peace. But she does no such
thing; on the contrary she kneels down
upon the hearth rug beside me and lays
her two hands upon my book.
“Don’t read, Susan,” she says, in her
pretty imperative way?! “I really have
something to say to you.”
YOu
to take a week to think over the matter,
and at the end of that time to write and
give him my final answer. The week
will be up to-morrow, so I must come toa
speedy decision. 1 told him at the time
difference, that my must
: but now--|
know-—porhaps he was right--I have
thought and rethought until I am half
distracted, and I don’t know in the least
what to say to him, after all.
now
reply
Susan, and I want you to help me.”
“It is hard for me to advise you, Pop-
pie,” I say slowly, after we have sat for
some time in silence. ‘You see, | have
never seen this Mr. Harris, and never
What kind of a man is he?"
“l don’t think he is anvthing out of
my
sister answers reflectis ely. “He is good-
natured and generous after a fashion: he
has an exalted opinion of his own merits
his money; and-—yes,
“But he is fond of you?" I
Poppie smiles slightly.
“Wall, yes, | think 80.” she replies;
at any rate, he wo doubt considers that |
should suit his purpose very well.
wants some one to wear his diamonds for
him, drive in his carriages and ll his
great houses with smart people—in facet,
to help to show off his woalth; and all
that I could do very well.”
“It would be nice to be rich,
very
and tarn to my sister. I do not know
why or how it is, but [ always find my-
self obeying Poppie with most exemplary
meckness,
“What have you to say?”
signedly.
“It is about something that happened
while | was at the Nugeats,” begins Pop.
pie
‘Oh, I'm sure you must have told me
everything about that visit!” I interrupt
impatiently.
“Did I ever say anything of a Mr.
Harris?’
“No, I think not
I reply doubtfully.
“Well, then, you must know he was
staying there, too, nearly all time
that I was,” says Poppie, sitting on the
floor beaide me, her hands clasped round
her knoos and her face turned towards
the fire. “Hoe is a youngish-oldish man
~you know what I mean—no particular
age—very tall and big, with a large
round face, like a red moon more than
anything elso. He is a retired merchant
or manufacturer, and has Leaps of
money, which be bas made in business.
He hus a lovely place somewhere in the
lake country and a splendid house in
Park lane; and Mrs. Nugent told us he
I asked re-
-I don’t remember,’
ne
i
|
year.” She pauses, and, taking up the
poker, beging most unnecessarily to st.r
the fire.
“Well, is that all?” I ask after a short
silence.
‘*Not quite all.” replies Poppie calmly,
the poker upon a sputtering, fizzing log.
“He aske? me to marry him.”
She speaks with such utter unconcern
“You are joking,’
taking up my
“and I oh
you care for my opinion on the subject.”
“It isnot n jok
truly it is not!” declares Poppie, drop-
ping the poker with a clatter into the
fender and turning round to me, “I am
quite in oarnost, I assure you!”
For a fow seconds I stare at her in
silent amazement. Then she begins to
laugh.
“Is it then so surprising?” she asks,
putting her lovely face close to mine and
slancing saucily up at me. “Susan, do,
or pity sake, shut your eyes and
mouth! You look so utterly absurd!”
“Well,” 1 ejaculated, ‘I must confess
Iam surprised; 1 have not quite taken
itin yet. But why did you not tell me
of it before?” I add repronchfully. “You
camo home on Monday last, and this is
Thursday-—1 call it a shame!”
“Bat, now that I have told
do you say?”
“I thirk it is by far the most delight-
ful pieco of mews 1 ever heard!” | an.
swerod excitedly. “To think that you
will have twenty thousand a year and a
house in Park lane and"
“Stop, stop!” cries Poppie. “Yon
are running on much too fast, Susan, for
1-1 did not ncoept him,”
“Didn't ncoept him?” I echo blankly,
“My poor susan,” says Pop io, langh-
ing again as she puts her soft little hand
upon mine, “are you terribly disap-
pointed?”
oo] am,” 1 re
fully-—*‘dread
' 1 ery weathfully,
“yellow back” again;
you, what
lied solemnly and mourn.
ully disappointed! It
would be, oh, so 9 Dies if iy: ware mur-
rT such a ightfu man as
this Mr. Harris sooms to be! Bat,
¥
\
|
“Yes, | know that: but
everything?” says Poppie.
“Of course you could not be expected
love him,” I begin hesitatingly.
What an idea!”
“But so many people marry for money
nowadays; and voa don't—" | pause for
a fow seconds, and then continue ner.
“you don't love aay one else, |
MOR, Poppie? : ’
suppose not.” she returns
is money
to
“Of course not.
sup
.“
cause’
“Because
sharply.
“Becauss I once fancied I may have
been wrong, and you must not be vexed
with me if | was—but I did fancy there
was something between vou and Jack
Neville,” I blurted out desperately.
scarlet and
then she asks quietly:
“What made you think so?”
“Oh, I don’t know-—lots of things!”
Ireply. “Yonhave been a great deal
together all your lives, and—— Bat |
suppose there was noth-
what?’ she savs a little
Poppie flushes frowns:
n
iT a
i I was wrong;
ng
' * Ng
thing whatever —vou are quite
wrong!’ sh
but a
my glance and moves restlessly in her
chair,
“Il amsorry,” | say stupidly, “I should
have liked Jack for my brother in-law,
and _
I come to a sudden stop, for Poppie
has risen quickly from her seat and
stands before me with angry oyvos and
flushed cheeks. The next minute, how-
ever, she presses her quivering lips to-
gether and turns away,
‘You have wandered
@ Gnawers, she oiia
fro
m the point
“Wo
were discussing Mr. Harris, not Jack
Neville, and we do not seam to be get-
ting any nearer to a decision.”
“Suppose you write a letter and see
tit fooks like!” | suggest,
She walks over to the little writing
pen into the ink.
“Which ought I to put, Susan, ‘Dear
oh Ee
““I'bat will depend, I think, on what
I reply. “Try
‘Dear’ first,
“What comes next, supposing this to
prompt glibly, * ‘i
regret that I must adhere to my former
decision.”
“It sounds just like a Polite Lotter
Writer,” objects Popple; but I suppose
1 must put something like that;" and she
writes it down. “It looks perfectly hor-
rid, Susan!” she goes on plaintively.
“Oh, why did I ever say that I would
write? | had no idea it would be so dif.
ficalt. If one could put just plain ‘Yes’
or ‘No,’ and sign one’s name to it, how
much easier it would be!"
“Try something else then; see what
it would look like if you said ‘Yes.'”
She takes a fresh sheet of paper,
“] suppose it must be ‘M Doar this
time,” she says, sighing. Well, Basan,
I've committed i J far; but it
seems more hopelessly hard than the re.
fusal. How in the world am Ito word
it?”
WhileI rack my brains for a suitable
sentence Popple gazes disconsolatoly
out of the window. Suddenly the pen
falls from her fingers and she pushes
back her chair with a sappressed ex-
clamation ns some one on a brown cob
rides swiftly past the window,
a “Who was it?” 1 asked eagerly, got-
ng up.
“It was Jack,” replies Poppie slowly.
She has risen to her feet and stands with
her hand on the back of the chair.
“How nice of him to come over and
seo us! I don't believe he jas bon here
*
upon the fire in anticipation of our |
i visitor. But when I turned again toward |
my sister I perceive that she has hurried
| to tho door and is in the act of turning
{the handle. “Poppies,” I ery, flying |
| neross the room to her side, “where aro |
| vou going?”
{. “I have a headacho—I Oh, Busan,
{let me go! You can tell Jack I was
i
{
i
i
i
sorry not to see him-~anything you like;
but She pulls her arm from my de. |
{ taining grasp and opens the door for
| flight; but she is too late—Juck Neville
{ is ulready standing on the mat outside.
“How are you?" I say choerfully, as 1
hold out 8 welcoming hand to him. I
have not seen you for so long that [ had
olmost forgotten what you were like!”
He laugh« a little as he shakes hands i
| with me, and then turns quickly to Pop- |
| pie, who is standing silently beside me
with her eyes fixed on the carpet.
“So you have come back at last!" he!
BOYS,
“It appears so,” sho returns, still with- |
out looking at him.
“Before you went away we quarrelled,
Poppie, didn't we?’ ho goes on hastily.
“Are we friends aguin now, or are we
enomies?”’
Slowly Poppie looks up from the floor |
to his fuce; then she colors o little as
{ she puts her band into his and answers
nervously:
“Let us be friends.’
“Well, Susan,” says Jack a little later, |
a8 he stands with his buck to the fire sip- |
ping hot tea, “*have you any news to tell
me?”
“No,” I reply, shakinz my head ns 1
{ shut the lid of the teapot with a bang;
“but | might have if
“What an enigmatical remark!” he
exclaims, laughing. “What does it
mean? You might have if —what?
“I am not sare if 1 may tell you" 1
| answer, casting a doubtful look at Pop-
He,
‘Oh, then it concerns Poppie,
this mysterious piece of news?”
glances at her too.
“May I tell?” I ask persunsis ely.
“Certainly, if you wish to do 80,” re.
turns my sister
“Well, then, Jack, Poppie has had a
proposal from a very rich man, and she
| can’t make up her mind whether to ac-
cept him or not. Isn't it odd?”
“lun't what odd?’
“That she is not able to decide wha
say to him,
|
§
!
i
does it,
and he
to
Of course it would not be
but then have
h, everything she could possibly want;
and, if that ber and
make her happy forever after, as the
story book says, what would?
“What, ind 8 Jack slowly an
thoughtfully,
o
love mate she would
O
sntiuf
would not satisfy
o.4
‘As y
82%
Ou say, dusan, i
ery odd ”
Ihave known Jack Nevi
still I do aot Jui
mn for
childhood ;
him. He has an
sooming to agree with
te 4
une
one,
an indescribable something
and
Wises a suspicion that
quietness of face
Bri
nt
he is
one all the time, “* Ja k. I nin
earnest,” I say, a little reproachfal
He tarns to me quickly.
“So am 1, Susan.”
And as I look search im I ean.
not detect the faintest glimmer of a laugl
i on his g handsome f
stoady eves
{in
gly ath
ye Ce
“Well, then, I wish vou would |
Of course
be for her
to decide for Poppie.
want to do what will
ness
“Of course.’
‘but what way do
Lio: :
At this Poppie
wd, coming over to the i
down her empty cup and tarns to Jack
‘I assure vou l have no inclination
one way or the other, she savs hurrie ily,
with a faint. is little laugh: “I
stand on perfectly neutral ground; it
a matter of absolute indifference to me
“That being the case, would it not
the fairest and simplest way
lots?" Jack quietly suggests
“Uf course it would! How stupid
to have thought of that before,” | ory,
rising quickly and ronning over to the
writing table. “I will just write ‘Yes’
on one piece of paper and ‘No’ on an.
other, and then fold them in exactly the
{ same way.”
When I return withthe neatly folded
slips of paper in my hand | notice with
some surprise that my sister is flushed
{ and that her oyes gleam excitedly, which
soems strange in a person who hardly |
five minutes ago declared herself por.
fectly indifferent as to the upshot of the
affair.
‘‘Now, then, Popple, will you draw?’
I say briskly. “I myself do not really
{ know which is which.”
Quickly drawing back her dark head,
| Poppie steps forward. Jack is standing
| at a little distance bohind her, intently |
8 lin?
rises from her
ten table,
noeryo
in
ha
fo draw
not
watching as sho stretches out her hand |
toward the paper that is to decide her |
| fate. She on for n moment, touch. |
ing the slips irresolutely, then her fingers |
i close firmly upon one.
| “I will take this,” she says, alittle ex- |
| citedly, i
| “Very Well. Now bo quick and open
{it for I do not know which itis!” I cry
{ eagerly.
| As she stands before me without mov-
i ing all the pretty eslor fades out of her
| face,
“I am afraid to look,” she says, in a
tone that is only a little louder than a
whisper; then she tarns round suddenly
| to Jack. “Will you read it for me?” she
| says, putting the paper hurriedly into
his hand and drawing a deep breath.
Slowly oh, so slowly!-<Jack unfolds
the little slip and roads the one word
written on it. Poppio is trembling all
j over, and hor eyes aro fixed on his face,
- which wears a carious expression, such
| ns I never saw there bofore.
There is a short silence, and then Jack
looks up, his eyes meot Popyie's eager
ones and he laughs a little,
“The Fates have proved themselves
kind for once, at any rate,” ho says. “I
must congratulate you, Poppie.”
“You mean—what?” she says, and
then stops, unable to my more.
“You have drawn ‘Yes,'” says Jock,
slowly,
“Oh, how,” I begin eccsoatioally, bat
got no further. What on earth has hap
pened to Popplo and Jack? She has
started forward with a sudden ery, and
they are now staring at each other in the
most oxtr way, while his face
han become al as pale as hers. :
across, ard then, throwing away the
pleces, bursts into tears.
“Poppie, Poppie,” I ery, dismayed at
this most unexpected turn of affairs,
‘why, how can you be such a baby? Of
SOUTRE YOu nea n't" " ’
But here Jack gently puts me aside
and, coming close up to my sobbing sis-
tor, calmly takes one of her hands in his
“Poppie,” he says kindly, “do not dis-
tress yourself, do not ery so. Did vou
marry that man? And you sctually
dared to say it was a matter of indiffer-
ence to you when vou knew that I loved
you, and when I knew Oh, Poppie,
my darling, did you think I did uot
know?”
He is not satisfied now with holding
her hand; he puts his arm around her
and draws her pretty head down upon
Lis shoulder.
At this juncture it dawns upon me
that my presence is most UNNECessary,
And I am very certain that poor
Mr. Harris will have to look out for an-
IN MORTAL COMBAT,
A Hunter Witnesses a Battle Be.
tween Two Big Grizzlies.
Professor Dyche, of the Kansas State
University, is a great hunter and spends
his summers among the wilds of the
Northwest getting for the
museum of the institution, During thefs
trips he gots acquainted with all the
guides and hunters the region in
which he is hunting, and the result is
that when any of these mon get to civil
ization they cndeavor to call at the uwi-
woimens
of
Oue of these men is now iu Lawreno
on such a visit and tells a story of an ad
venture which he
of Washington
had in the 10ountains
which borders the
which he is willing to
lition he has
evidenco that his story is incontroverti.
The
and his occupation is hunter and
He lives in a where the gr
bear grows to size 6
040
such
! § . A
ble geatleman is George Ayres
€ tiles
guide.
COUNTY 122
iv
ni enormous nd
} % . £.:1
er Deen success nas
hunter of the animals he bas killed two
ur thiree
The story he tell
while he has nos i
at between
$CE he wit.
refroat of tall
i from the approach
Aye
ind =
from n
ore he bh
f th
gran
0 rs tells the
Vv most ive it lasted
atl about
He was suprised
zzily right in his
to reach up at
ing on Ayers }
and there
veard Bl Hosp
ip
another bear coining
He thought he
ne the two would
starved
own
in
ke ¢ Pp
BAW
toward hi ©.
for a night of
iim tl
in
it,
y
itil he
his
ora w Or some
He
fwn bears
§
one of
is
assisinnee
for the
not friendly
We
one came to was
mistaken, h
3 '
were evidently
them
was poaching on
Waroer,
i
Ha
the other
indoabtedly ight that
i118 preserves for the
animals mw vr each
thy ¥ roare
bent on fig
hen ens
witnessed
¥
Us
of the wildest #soones
«1
the
u battle be
The an.
showed
in soriintaine
tween the kings of the
fought with a skill
wm both to be the victor
previous conflict. They fore
position and boxed with the de xterity of
trained pugilists
Suddenly one made a sara rosh
the other and they were locked in an em
brace that was terrific. They roared and
howled and bit and clawed each other
a most horrible manner, The wi
was torn up, snall trees being
in the struggles of the enraged
By an awtul effort one tore away from
the other, 1 then they begun their
sat
OG
nh
«¢ fie
yo
i
3
in
wile place
:
uprooted
brutes,
ana
sparring tactios again, but it was evident
f the tackle. Round and round they
went again until a second rash was made,
It was evident that one
They fought savagely, and
biting
After biting and clawing the fallen
i
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THE JOKER'S BUDGET.!
JESTS AND YARNS BY PU
OF THE PRESS.
NXY MEN |
A Futile Ex.
periment—Not the Office He!
Wanted —Had Seen Better Days— |
Often Longed For, Ete., Ete,
A MAX OF THE WORLD, =-
BDeggar-—Please, sir, will ye lend me o
Gentleman-—You've got a quarter in |
What's that for?
Beggar That's ter tip th’ waiter.
A FUTILE EXPERIMENT, i
When I proposed to her | thought |
hole in his ham and ate away a great por.
tion of the Hesh.
mountain, leaving Ayers alone.
Ayers got down and skinned the dead
grizzly, and now has the hide with the
was true. The skin measures
story
soven feet across its broadest place.
Ayers says it weighed not less than
2,000 pounds and was as large as the
largest bull he ever saw. He has had
the skin prepared for a rag with a hole
in it, and this hole
opportunity of telling his story.— [New
York World.
How to Eat an Egg.
Let the lover of a good egg-—the one
who can eat eggs every morning all the
year round, and who rejoices in the real
egg flavor--stand the beloved article on
end in a small egg-glass and then, ever
80 cautiously, tap on the other end until
a hole is made. Lot him, still proceed.
ing cautiously, take off the broken shell
until there is a bare white surface ex-
about the size of « five-cent ploce.
Now, with an egg spoon or nn after-din.
itor coffee » ¢ puncture the urfaos of
the egg, and, after dropping in a piece
of a about us gt » : white bev
let him chop up the entire egg until it
rests in its shell, all cut up and ready to
be eaten, It is still deliciously hot, and
has parted with none of its b Jriatine love-
liness. Just as soon us well Piopared it
should be eaten, befure it has had time to
Those who eat in way
to their gl 4 who
the paper we is hol
them ald do well to
:
I didn’t get it: {
After deseribing my condition and
prospects I said: “Will vou have me?
“Yes,” she said.
“Thank you,” said I.
“You're welcome,” said she
“You are very kind to s iy 80," I said
“Not at all,” she answered
“I am very grateful,” I add
“Don’t mention it,” she said.
I let it go at that, | it was
[New York Press.
NOT THE OFFICE
ed,
saw no
use,
HE WANTED,
“What's the matter with Glumm these
days that he looks so sour?”
“Things have gone wrong with him
lately. He has been trying to get up a
benefit club for some time and it
ganized the other night, and they
him president.’ ’
“Well, wasn't that
No, wanted to
[New York Press,
Wis Or-
made
what he wanted?"
be treasurer.”
T
he
HAD BREEN
Mr Well
are gettin’ along !
lL 'ncle Eph Oh, 1 m goitin’ als ng fine
Its a mighty poor day | don’t make
two or three dollars,
Mr. Seliit
You
PAYS
.ph,
!
Sel how
it
You must be
"Si pay me that
HIRO
$
OWE me
Unole Eph--Well
to-day Mr. Sellit
a lot
Harper's Bazar
cusa
een
ne
havin of mighty
Mr
No u
i Mamma,
skin is as smoot © papa a. parks
it at all
Mn nmns
Meeks i o
it, my pet
Little Torro But vou said the
had b Pp king hi (New
on
hear the
in
Before they wed he used to rave
Abo it her voive of bird-like piteh,
"Twas soft and mello you know,
¥ fan
But when fn
That
Ww then,
iT
s truth of
both
r she still was rich;
she k
they
bone,
3 OF 11,
soup and
" ri A 3 :
changed vitch, and 8!
talks
In rich
the i now 1
dark brown tone
{New York Herald,
and h
mvs
A BEASTLY LOW prLA
after receiving the
Let
Chappie
fare from the waiter
heah
Chollie
Rat ot
iis
What faw?
Chappie his is a beastly low place.
Chollie-—~How do you know?
Chappie The bill of fa-ah
lish, dontcherknow,
is in Eng-
FANE
Mr. Hamm How did the audiences
sirike you out West this time. Fatter?
Mr. Fatter—Same old way —with eggs.
OLD
WAY.
XO GOOD REASON.
Fretty Cousin—Your friend Dr. Lan.
cot passed me down town to-day without
even a bow,
He-—Oh, well, you know he's awfully
absent minded. He's so completely de.
voted to his surgical practice,
Pretty Cousin-—Bat that's no reason
why he should cut mo.—{New York
Herald.
A MISAPPRENESSION,
“Why, Edwin,” exclaimed the tearful |
bride, “you certainly told me before we
i
i
me all the pin money 1 wanted.”
“Yea,” said Edwin, gloomily; “I know
I did; but 1 didn't suppose yon meant
diamond pins.” [Somerville Journal.
FRAGRANT FLOWKRS, i
Florist—Hers take this oart.load of
flowers to the Highstyle Opera House,” |
New Man—“Yessir., What shall 1
A“ i
i
“Unload ‘em at the front entrance, and |
give "em to the ushers to present to the
prima donna after the curtain falls on the |
third net.”
“Yessir.”
“Then reload ‘em at the stage door
and bring ‘em back again.” {Good
News,
HaRy,
“What is the sweetest thing in all the
world?”
My sweetheart asked, then heaved a
tender sigh
And stole a glance at me that plainly
said,
“I'l be offended if it is not 1.”
A HANDY TOOL.
Mrs. Blinks—~Where in the world is
Mr. Blinks’ revolver? 1 forgot to take it
from under his pillow this morning.
New id (a recent arrival)—What's it
like, mu :
“It's about so , with a crook at one
he Iuight silver,”
NE CAN'T ARE WHY HE SHOULD.
“Honor thy father and thy mother.”
in a commandment which sounds like hols
"w
#0 except “discipline, is sont down to
is passing the house, [New York
MIBK EATER
“Phey teil
father
“You,”
“Are you setting up tho cigars?”
No,
LITTLE
you
JOKE,
ne are
happy
11
I'm sitting up nights.”
A ZUED EVVORT.
Charles —I'm trying as hard as I ean,
£, to get ahead,
Clara—Well, goodness knows, Charles,
you need one badly enoagh,
CAUBE FOR LAUGHTER.
Jessio— What are you laughing about,
Before Chappie went away he
told me whenever 1 felt sad to think of
him.
Boersie
HUMAYX NATURE CROPE OUT.
“Those two dogs across the street look
ns if they were spoiling for a fight. Whe
owns them?
The mongrel cur with the vicious look
belongs to u neighbor of mine. The hand-
some, intelligent looking animal belongs
WEAVING A HAIN,
Rosalie— How is your new beau?
LUrace—Oh, he promises well.
} i: . y
Rosslie warningiy
{yet him to write,
fn 1 Pe bie 3 5
ny aear, get him tu write,
THE MOUN WAY WAYIXG
At different times Willie had been told
2 ot 1 {a
of the man the and that the
moon is a green cheese. Putting the two
x
xeinimed
in moon,
ogether, he a0
evening: “The man in the moon must be
very hungry thes
“Why, dear?
“He has eaten alinost all the
THAT
“He called me the |
said i]
me, I
arse is
wd
Dear
Ww
Lr
mw
AY
lew birth vot,
inderstand Born
20th of February.”
The Tomb of Paul and Virginia.
1 that sweet and
and Virginia,”
founded
be the
an English.
has resided in the Island of
ry ys Paul
haracters of flesh and
ecatures of the
However, it is
in history were
the author of
east of
a =mall island,
ty niles square, known ss Mauritius,
wen it by white men
re were no traces of former possession
Datel first settied
became productive
: the French
possession of it and finally the En.
obtained control. Now Mauritius
is inhabited by the Duteh, the French,
the English and a horde of Chinese labor.
© black slaves of the sugar planta~
tions, On this island is seen to-day the
tomb of the unfortunate lovers, Paul and
Virginia. It well authenticated
piece of history oa tho island that thess
two lovers belonged to two well-to-do
French families there. Virginia, who
i and artless,
was beautiful, and
sent to France be edueated.
iT]
Many who h Ae
in : ny,
Te
le love = “Pau
hat it is really
h said to
He in
Ihe nus W HiRinson
CUTS, BLYS
and no ' Or
Boveisis imaginal;
not denied that th
shed artist
’ 1
qHnbeils by
iles
rst found
wus 1
of any people : The
thie anda it
gpol in raising =
+” § 3
is.ana,
a
FOP frre
IEA on
*
rs and
is Aa
young,
to
wealthy and titled Frenchman, bat she
offer and remained true to
the simple swain, Paul, of Mauritius,
She started home on the ship St. Jeban,
but the vessel was wrecked in a harri-
cane when in sight of Mauritias, and ber
lifeless body was washed ashore. Among
reverence by the inhabitan's as n moun
ment to their enduring love.—{Ch icage
Herald.
Bailt a Town in a Day.
“There's nothing like it-—when people
go wild over a mining discovery,” said
F. C. Brampton, of Salt Lake, Utah, at
the Tremont House. ‘One day last
August a town literally sprung up in
one day at a place forty or fifty miles
where prospectors dis.
A sheep.
ierder picked up a nugget of silver one
day and prospectors took the cue and
soon strack a rich find. The excitement
spread and one morning when the sun
rose on the mining camp only one small
cabin was seen, but when the sun set
that day two or three hundred people had
rashod in with tents and carpenters were
putting up shanties and frame houses
and stores. The town was called La
Plata. Tho place is alive with
ors yor, and the town is likely te
ve a boom. The day I aft Salt Lake
a strike at La Plata was re that
assays thirty ounces silver and two and
joy ounces The onm is 3
pros ve .
soon be in operation. Claimants are
working Svary day and some ore is being
jiinde read y t. The stage
»
w, ny, am "i that
it