'iiie Forest Republican U published titty Wednesday, by J. E. WENK. Offlct la Smearbaagh & Co.'i Bulldinf (. ILM BTBEKT, TIONESTi, tk. Term. - dl.OOPef Year. Ho ubaertptloas received (or hotter period than throe months. Correspondence solicits! from all parts of lha country. Mo noiloe will be taken of anonymous ootnmuaioatloas. RATES OF ADVERTl.. ORE One Squire, one inch, on iiuertion.,1 1 00 EPUBLICAN. One Square, one inch, one month. ., too One Square, one inch, turee months. . a 00 One Square, one inch, oue year..... 10 00 1 wo Squares, one year.... 13UI Quarter Column, one year.. . St 00 Half Column, one year... ... .. SOW) One Column, one year.. , 100 (JO Legal advertisement ten cent par line each insertion. Marriages and detth notlcei gratis. All bills lor yearly advertisement collected quarterly Temporary advertisements must be paid in advanoe. Job work cash on deliver. VOL. XXXI. NO. 7. TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY. JUNE 1, 1898. S1.00 PER ANNUM, R ST Tho Attorney-General of Colorado Las decided that no law in that State requires a woman upon marriage to as sume her husband's name; indeed, he thinks that, in visw of the advent of women as office-holders, it is prefera ble, tinder certain circumstances, for a married woma i to hold on to her maiden name. Travel on tho Bulwayo Railroad is exciting. The Slnshi River recently rose four feet above the bridge tracks, ho that engine:! onuld not cross. A train was male up as long as the width of tho river, pushed aoross by ono engine, and taken up on the other side by another. Soon after the bridge was washed away. The salaries of Governors of Terri tories are not regulated by the impor tance of the latter in respect to pop ulation or tho public revenues. The Governor of Ariz jua resoives $3500 u year. The population of that Terri tory was 59,00.) by tho last Federal census. The Governor of New Mex ico, the population of which was in excess of 150,000, gets $3600. The Governor of Alaska receives $3000. The Governor of Indian Territory gets $1500, while the Governor of Ok lahoma (which was taken from tho In dian Territory), gets 82000. A woman in Taris lias conferred a boon on humanity in the discovery of a new aciecoe called "Linguistol ogio." This is nothing more thau the delineation of character from the shape of the tongue. A. big tongue indicates frankness, a long tongue, generous feeliugs; a short one, dis simulation; a narrow tongue, concen tration of ideas. Long and broad tongues indicate fondness for tilk; short ad broad ones, equal capacity to talk but not to speak the truth; while those that are short and narrow show an unmistakable tendency to Macbiovellmu lying. ' Young womeu who assume tho title of bachelor aro considered especially modern. Yet the term was applied customarily to them in the time of "rare Ben Jonson." The poet him self so used it iu his plays. Bachelor is derived from the Welsh word bach, which means small, little, yonng. The kindred Welsh word baohes means a pretty little woman. There fore the brisk bachelor maids of to day do not ape their brothers, but go . daintily tripping down the centuries in the footprints of those fair bach elors who coquetted with tho gallants of the Elizabeth court. Georgia has gone successfully into stock-raising, and tho industry has in creased rapidly. During the last eight months the farmers of the south western part of the State have shipped 65,000 head to Texas and the Indian Territory, getting from $10 to $12 a head for them, which is considered a remunerative price iu comparison with that of other farm products, The Atlanta Constitution says that efforts are now being made to obtain direct communication with the mar kets of the North and East, thus sav ing to the Georgia farmers the profit now gained on their shipments by the Western cattlemen. It is said that cattle can be fattened about as cheaply in Georgia as in the Indian Territory. The consolidation of New York made no radical difference in the ratio naturalized voters bear to the native born, says tho Sun. Relatively, it is true, there are fewer naturalized voters in Kings County than in New York, and fewer in Richmond County than in that part of Queens which includes Long Island City, and which was con solidated with New York on the 1st of January, but the differences are not great. A clear majority of the male inhabitants of voting age of New York are foreign born, as tho last national census tihowed: New York, native whito mole 170,997, foreign white mole 266,747; Kings, native white male 115,192, foreign white male 117, 476; Richmond, native white male 8275, foreign white male 6802; Queens (whole county), native white male 19,. 818, foreign whito male 16,699. One curious result of the consolidation of the three cities is that the present city administration is, more largely perhaps than any of its predecessors in recent years, under the direction of native born citizens, while the representa tives of "cosmopolitan New York" are few and fur between. Mayor Van Wyck is a New York boy, born and renred iu this city, and dating back his local ancestry to 1650. Comptrol ler Coler is a native of Champaign, 111. Borough President Peters, the District Attorney of New York County, Colonel Gardiner, Borough President Grout of Brooklyn, aud tho executive ads of departments generally we i-boru official MEMORIAL DAY. The dead who fell when war was rife Arose nnd passed, a mighty legion, Into the mystio other life. Tli neighboring spuoe douuu spirit region. lo Inaccessible it si ems. lint those who dwell in that fair "yonder ' Build lovely airships of our dreams And buck to enrtn Ml nigiiiume wanaer. Full oft the;- speak to us through space. Life is so rude we Ho not nenr tuem. We think them In a fnroff place Nor know we live and labor near them. But w'len the yenr grows sweet and guy With singing blr.ls and Moral beauties The deud men take a holiday And leave their heavenly homes and duties. They call in voices memory knows: "Conio, drop awhile your sordid labors, Forget the on r til and nil its woes And llvo with us, your spirit uelglibors. Taste the one pleasure that endures Herenltv-aim cease irom worry. Let thoughts of other renlms than yours Arrest you In your ntinless uurry. "What use Is nil this stress and strain For lofty place or henplng measures? Let go your thoughts of power and gain Aud think on death and all Its pleasures. The path you tread Is for a night. The rond we go lends on forever. To battle boldly for the right Should be the whole of man's endeavor. "And think how soon you will be dust, Ho brief the human life at longest. De calm, bo faithful and be just. The patient soul Is always strongest. And Mowers of fragrant thoughts nnd deeds To suffering follow mortals proffer. The living, not the dead, man needs The choicest gifts your heart can offer. Let everv blossom on a tomb But typify some kindly action Which brightens up a life of gloom And lends your own soul satisfaction." Tis thus on Decoration day. When love and memory go walking Aloug the blooming Melds of May, I seem to bear the dead men talking. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox. )3COO00O00O0OO00O300O000O fTORT Or A POLUIEH'S OIUVE. )OOOOOOOOCOOOOCO i'OOOCOOOCO T was Decora tion Day, and Miss Elizabeth Downes found herself in Lon don far away from her home aud the graves of her forefathers Now, Bessie Downes had ob served Decora tion Dny ever since she was a little toddler in tho Boston suburb which gove her birth. Little wonder was it that she should have done so; for not only had her fathor fought gallantly for the Federal cause in the war, but no less than four of her uncles, and whole dozens of cousins to boot, were among those whose names are enshrined as defenders of the Union. Consequently no one need feel snr prised at learning that Bessie felt a pang of homesickness when she awoke iu unsympathetic London on this particular Decoration Day. Outside in the prim Bloomsbury street, where she was staying with her friends the Malcolms she heard none of the noise and bustle which would assur edly have greeted her in Roxbnry, Mass. Her engagement tablets bote no records of coming visits to ceme tery or mausoleum, where warrior dead repose. The simperiug maid who brought np her coffeo had prob' ably never even heard of Deooration Day! "It's a shame," said Bessie, stir ring the coffee viciously. "General Downes' only daughter unable to lay even a single flower on some soldier's crave and this Decoration Day And surely there must be lots of Union soldiers buried in the London cemeteries." This last reflection inspired her, She pulled the bell-rope sturdily, re calling the simpering domestic. "I want a cablegram sent instantly to my father General Downes' she said. The servant did not even look surprised. Already this quiet Blooms bury household was growing used to the whims of Bessie Downes, million aire's heiress and spoiled child of for tune. Within fifteen minutes the message was on its way to tho nearest office where cablegrams are received and in five minutes more a puzzled clerk was spelling ont these words "General John Downes. Roxbury, Mass Are any of my soldier cousins buried in London?" "Bessie Whatever General Downes may have thought regarding this very ex pensivo method of seeking informa tion, lie answered promptly enougn Before noon Bessie, received the re ply: "Cousin llandolnh Carroll. Kensal Greon The patriotic Miss Downes was de liehted. "How srood of the dear old pater!" she cried, to amused Mrs, Malcolm, over their early lunch (early, because of the trip to Kensal Green cemetery, determined on the moment tho cablegram arrived) "And oh, how delightful to And one of my own kin buried here one, who in ddition to his kinship, was a loyal soldier of the nmon. After lunch, tho Malcolms' carriage took them to a florist's, where Bessie purchased wreaths and immortelles I for the grave of her warrior relative. HER DECOR DAY When Columbia Chant3 the Then it was ho! for Kensal Green that quiet old world, "God's Acre," so differeut from all of the American burial places with which Bessie was acqnainted. There was some difficulty at first iu finding the grave of Ran dolph Carroll, but Bessie's pretty face smoothed matters wonderfully, and the location was soon determined. Mr. Malcolm being tired, remained in the sexton's lodge; while that digni fied old person escorted Bessie and her wreaths to the tomb. Randolph Carroll's grave was surmounted by a very plain piece of black marble, upon which was the inscription: "Here lies the body of Captain Ran dolph Lee Carroll, soldier aud gentle man, a credit to his native country, the United States of America." A (treat wave of enthusiasm surged through the impressionable being of this little New England maid, as one by one she took her commemorative flowers from the sexton and laid them around the tomb. Then she laid her gloveless hand caressingly upon the exiled soldier's name looking as though she would have liked to kiss it and silently turned away. The tactful sexton said naught; and the two passed slowly down the path. Suddenly, however, Bessie remem bered that the best of all her me morials, the little "Stars and Stripes," brought all the way from New York, still remained in her hand. Bidding the sexton wait for her, she qnickly retraced her Bteps to Captain Carroll's grave. Bnt another person had reached the flower-bedecked marble before her, and now stood regarding the wealth of decorations with evident astonishment. This was a young man good enough to look upon, aud possessed of that attractive litheuess which told Bessie instantly that she was not looking at a Briton, but at one of her own coun trymen. He, too, carried a wreath; bnt it was, though a charming wreatu, a very simple and unpretentious one. "Dear me! said Bessie, regretfully, startling the young man, who had not heard her coming. "Dear me! I'm afraid that I haven't loft you an inch of space for your flowers." He looked at her curiously lor a moment. "It was you, then, that decorated the grave?" he said. "Yes; it was I," answered Bessie. "You see I found myself so far away from America; and then it was Dec oration day." "Decoration day?" repeated tho young man, inquiringly. "Yes Decoration day. Is it possi ble you don't know what that is? And you're an American!" "Yes, I am certainly an American. But I have lived for years in London, and my memory has been blunted. Now I remember that Decoration day is a sort of memorial festival for dead northern soldiers." "Of course. And so, you see, I drove out here to lay a few flowers on the tomb of this gallant fellow." A grim smile rests for a moment on the yonng man's face. "I fancy that you have made a mis take," he said. "The man buried here was not a federal soldier. Capt. Randolph Carroll fought for the south. Bessie gasped. Had she been show ering her immortelles upon the grave of a confederate one of those "Johnny Rebs" whom her training and associa- tious had taught her to abhor. And THE SACRED THIRTIETH DAY Praise3 ani Decorate3 the this on Decoration day the special day devoted to honoring the north and its patriot lea:lr "Surely!" she cried, "that cannot be so. Why, I have my fath er's telegram. This man this Capt. Carroll, is our cousin. He could not have been a rebel." "Your cousin!" exclaimed the young man. "Well, he may have been your cousin ; but I can assure you that he was my father." Once more was Bessie staggered. Mechauically she opened her purse and found the crumbled telegram from her father. Mechauically she com pared the name there mentioned with that on the tomb. They were identi cal, save that the cablegram had omit ted the captain's middle name. At last she spoke. "No; clearly there is no mistake. My father mnst have misunderstood me, or else he was anxious to play a trick. He was always fond of practi cal jokes, bnt I do think he has gone too far in this case! The idea of BESSIE PLACING THE WREATH ON CAP TAIN cakroll's orave. my scattering flowers on the hated grave of a of a " The yonng man held up a deprecat ing hand. "Please," he said. "Please do not call him ill names. He was my father, yon know." Impulsive liessie was conquered in a moment. "I beg your pardon. I really do!" she exclaimed. "It was outrageous of me to speak so. Of course, I was al ways brought up to hate the confed erates." "And yet," remarked Mr. Carroll, "there were many brave patriots and gallant gentlemen among those con federates. After all, you see, to tho average southerner the confederate causa appealed quite as strongly as did that of tho union to yonr friends in the north." This was all said very quietly. Indeed, Mr. Carroll appeared to be a decidedly quiet, but none the less decided individual. "Yes," asserted Bessie, anxious to make amends, "I suppose that is true, I never looked at it in that light be fore. And now allow me to clear a space, so that you can lay yonr wreath on the marble." She did not offer to take away her own flowers, but deftly made room for the wreath of the captain's son. When he bad reverently placed it under his father's name, he said: "I eome here with a wreath whenever I happen to be in London. My name is Alan Cor roll, and you, since you are onroousin, belong probably to my mother's peo ple. Her name was Elizabeth Downes." . Bessie's blue eyes opened widely. "Why, that in my name," she said. OF MAY. Graves cf Her Dead Haro33 "You must be quite a near relation." Just then the worthy sexton of Ken sal Greeu came stumping down the path, bent on discovering what had happened to delay Bessie. Ueuiud him came the anxious chaperon, Mrs. Malcom, who started guiltily on per ceiving her charge in close converse with a stranger of the opposite sex. "My dear Bessie " she began, severely; but Bessie interrupted in her usual quick fashion. "Oh, Mrs. Malcolm, what do you thiuk? I've fonnd a cousin a real, simon-pure cousin. Let me present Mr. Alan Carroll. His father and mine were on opposite sides during the Civil War, but they were both brave soldiers, us Mr. Carroll has pointed out to mo, so that I think the feud ought to be buried. Mrs. Malcom, I fear, looked a trifle suspicious at first over this very ex traordinary meeting or cousins in a cemetery. As for the sexton of Ken sal Green, when he retired to his lodge after seeing the party out (the newly fonnd relative had been asked to lunch) he varied the monotony of counting an unusually fat fee bywink ing expressively and mutteriug: "Cousins! Ho, yes! Hof course! Cousins!" As for General Downes in far-off Roxbury, when his daughter wrote him nn account of her singular adven ture, he replied: "You acted quite rightly, my dear. If Alan Carroll takes after his father, he must bo a sterling fine follow, and if there is an occasion upon which the differences of North and South ought to be laid aside it is on Decoration Day." And there are sly hints regarding "A Coming Reunion of Blue aud Gray" in the Boston newspapers. A Notable Dny. The Memorial Day procession has come to be regarded as an annual event equal in importance to Independence Day. It is the only day of the year in the civil calendar in which United States troops regularly join with the citizen soldiers, tho Grand Army and others, in a celebration that is purely that of the civilian, for the militiaman is looked upon in the samo light as the civilian, according to the ethics ofthe reaular armv. Each year these pro cessions show more clearly than all else the fact that the ties which bind t he north aud the south together as one country are steadily growing stronger and stronger. Teu years ago, to see a man wearing the confederate gray marching in the Memorial Day proces sion, would have been considered al most sacrilege. To day it is not only notuniisnal but a welcome event to the Grand Army posts, composed of the very men who fought so long against an enemy thus clothed. The Hnrber's Observant'. "Don't you know this is Memorial Day?" Baid the shoo merchant, thrust ing his head inside the door of the barber shop. "Why don't you deco rate a little? Where are your national colors?" In i-oitlv tlm bnrlier in charge of the chair near the door merely pointed at the gorgeous poie in irout oi ins place of business. Then he went on Bhaving his cus tomer. He had crushed another grum bler. Chicago Tribune. I'nknown. There's a grave on the far-off hillside, A lonely, sunken grave, Wlw re grow the tall rank grasses Above tho fallen brave. Where summer's sun smiles warmly. Where winter's snow lies deep. Where, o'er the unknown dreamer, Unbidden voices weep. There's a grave on the hill, O west wind; Pass by with plaintive moan, rnd low the grass above it. And sigh "Unknown, unknown!" Stoop down, O heavy rain-cloud. And drop a pitying tear. If thou dost mourn earth's chosen, Oh, spend thy sorrow here. There's a grave on the hill, O union; Tass not tftat mound o'ergrown. For thee this martyr soldier Gives life and name. "Unknown!" Puss not, O wife, O woman; Btoop low, O brother, son; Forget not. He who sleepeth Thy homes, thy freedom, won. There's a grave on the hill, O Father, Thy searching voice shall yet House up the sleeping soldier, For Thou dost not forget. There's a lonely grave on tho hillside, But oh, before Thy throne. The humble shall be honored, The Unknown shall bo Known! Hattie Horner Loutban. HONORS FOR BRAVE MEN. Memorial Day and It Beautiful tiignin ranee. In thirty-five out of forty-five States of the Union May 80 is legally recog nized as Memorial Day. Everywhere the day is practically considered o legal holiday, but only in the n umbel of States mentioned is it so by law. Most persons consider it what is known as a natioual holiday. Sur prising as the fact may seem, there is no such thing as a national holiday. There is no provision in the constitu tion of the United States that permits such a thing. Congress has from time to time recognized certain spe cial days for business purposes, bnt not even the President's proclamation of Thauksgiving Day makes it a legal holiday iu any State unless the legis lature of that State bus so signified by legal action. It needs no President's proclama tion, no legislative action to make the United States observe Memorial Day. The descendants of the 2,778,304 sol diers who constituted the federal armies who fought from '61 to '65, need no reminder to perform what they consider a sacred duty. Tho 340,610 members of the Grand Army of the Republic who followed tho fate of the Stars and Stripes some of them from Fort Sumpter to Appomat tox do not require admonition to honor their comrades whom wounds or disease have taken from among them. Thus it is that at least from Mason and Dixon's line to the bouu daries of the Queen's dominions, every cemetery where a soldier lies wit nesses the advent of flowers on the ap pointed day. The Memory of the Dead. There are few influences 90 hallowed to the living as the memory of the dead. They mako good men better; sometimes they make bad men good. It is a grateful and beneficent cus tom which has been established of de voting one day in the year especially to the commemoration of the virtues of the dead. Their memory cmes to ns. bidden or unbidden. It conies with the morning light; it comes with the evening shndes; it comes in the stillness of the night. Whenever it comes it is always welcome aud pre cious. Indeed, one of our chief com panionships, which Ave cultivate and enjoy more almost th.iu any other, is the recollection of those we have loved and lost. In the formel appropriation of Memorial Day, however,' to the decor ation of graves, there is a manifest, outward sign of respect which is seemly and in keeping with our ever present feeling of affection for those who have gone before us. Many im prove it by carrying flowers to the spot where their loved ones lie; all improve it by recalling in more vivid fancy the forraB aud qualities of the sleepers we sigh in vain for the power to awaken. Civil War Victims. According to the official figures the Union armies lost 359,528 officers and men by death; the returns from the Confederate armies are incomplete, bnt those in the Trovost Marshal Gen eral's report show that at least 133, 832 officers and men lost their lives. The losses iu battle were compara tively small in the revolutionary war. About 6000 persons all told were killed, and the usual proportion of those who die of wounds is about two thirds of those killed. That would give a total of 10,000. Then at least 11.000 prisoners died in the prison ships; so that probably not less than 25.000 to 50,000 persons lost their lives during and owing to the war. The Vetenin. Another nnd another wreath We deck new graves ench spring, Andsuinllergrows the gray-haired band Whose hands the garlands bring. Grave veterans, we follow slow The dull beat of the drum; There's ono brief march before us now, And, Comrades! wo shall come One sleep to share, and o'er each grave The starry flag wo loved shall wavel We inouru you not! The days seem far Nince side by shin we fought. And onwnrd to the meeting-place The way Is now so shor:! Not manv May-times shall wo hear The summons ofthe drum; We wait, with unforgcttiiig hearts. Till, Comrade! we slie.ll ome One sleep to share.whlleo'er each grave. Thank God! the starry Hag shall wavel Marian Douglas. Pneumatic I'wlntiiiv. Boats ure to be painted by machine hereafter at a West Superior (Wis.) shipyard. Pneumatic power is to be utilized, a pail of paiut being at tached to the uittchiue, which deposits the paint in a tiue spray on the ship, the operator merely working a sort of nozzle, much as though he were sprinkling a flower garden with a watering pot. LIFE'S MIRROR. There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave, There are souls that are pure and true! Then give to the world the best you have And the best will come back to you. Give love, and love to your life will flow A strength in your utmost need; Have faith, and a score of hearts will show Tholr faith In your word and ded. Give truth, and your gifts will be paid In kind. And honor will honor meet; And a smile that is sweet will surely find A smile tunc is just as sweet! Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn; You will gather, in flowers nguln. The scattered seeds from your thought ouiuorne. Though the sowing seemed but vain. For life is the mirror of king and slave, 'Tis just whnt wo are, and do; Tlien give to the world the best you bavo And tho best will come bank to you. Madeline B. Bridges. HUMOR OF THE DAY. We may amplify a little; but, after all, Solomon said about all there was to bo said. Puck. "She makes no secret of her ignor ance." "Why should she? She couldn't keep it." Puck. She is a mighty worthless girl who does not improve a man by marrying him. Washington Democrat. Quisz "How'd yon tear your trous ers?" Sprocket (just returned from a country ride) "Chainless dog." De troit Journal. "Is yonr wife honest? I mean, do you ever find her short in her ac counts?" "Well, I should say not! You ought to hear her!" "Now, Bobbie," said the teacher in the natural history class, "what is a panther?" "A inou thatmakth panth," lisped Bobbie. Boston Traveler, Mrs. Bilkins "The new girl broko four plates to-day." Mr. Bilkins "Did she assign any reason for not breukiug the entire set?" Ohio State Journal. Mrs. Fliut (skeptically) "H'm! What kind of a job do you want?" Sel duuiFedd (with surprising candor) "Any kiud of a job dat I can't git, mum." Puck. Mr. Newtied (wrestling with bread) "I thought you had a cooking-school diplomn." Mrs. Newtied (tearfully) "That is for cake. I never took the bread course." Puck. Hoax "If the driver of an ice wagon weighs 200 pounds, what does the man on the back of the wagou weigh?" Joax "All right; I give it up." Hoax -' 'Ice. " Philadelphia Record. "I have a doctor's certificate here that I cauuot sing to-night," said the prima donna. "What!" roared the manager. "I'll give you a certificate thnt you never could sing." Detroit Free Press. C. "Nothing will ago so quickly as poetry." Y. "Iudeed?" C "Oh, yes; I've known a young fellow to write tender lines to his girl, aud when they were received they were pro nounced tough." A "Whnt is Meyer doing now?" B "I saw him a little while ago with his head in a noose, a knife at his throat and foaming at the mouth." A "Horrible! Where? Where?" B "At tho barber's!" Standard. Full of Grand Marches and Quick steps. Oletinier "Is your married life ono grand Bweet song?" New lywed "Well, since I got a baby it's more like a grand opera, with loud calls for the author every night." Puck. Blind Beggar "This dime you've given ine seems to be off color." Old Lady "Impostor! What do you mean by wearing that sign and mis " Blind Beggar "Sign doesn't say I'm color-bliud, docs it?" Philadelphia Record. "Thackeray a master of style!" re pented Chollie to the earnest person. "My deuh fulluw, you pa wsitively don't know what yon are saying. I've seen dozens of pictchnws of the old Johnny, and not one of them Bhowed a coat that had tho least upproach to fit." Cincinnati Enquirer. "My wife," said the tall, lunteru jawed man, "is as womanly a woman as you could find, but she can ham mer nails like lightning." "Wonder ful!" sang the chorus. "Lightning," the tall, lantern-jawed man continued, "seldom strikes twice iir the same place." Cincinnati Enquirer. "Dear me!" excluimed tho girl with pensive, brown eyes and ink on hei fingers, "I wish I had eutered school a year sooner." "What is the matter, dear?" "Things are iu such nn un settled state that I scarcely know what advico to give the country in my grad uation essay. "Washington Star. Little Tommy "Pupa, did you eyei see a cyclone that Mowed everything np in the nir; cows and horses, and houses nnd things, upside down?" Pupa "Well, no, Tommy, although I've heard of it often." Little Tom my"Vell, I think it'd be rather tiresome to livo so long aud never see anything." Harlem Lifo. Now tho gravediggers had become aweury of what they deemed those elderly jests. "Sad dog, he," one of them consequently took it upon him self to remark, indicating Hamlet. "Great Dane," replied the other, boldly. This fable tenches how easily uncouth persons my jump from the frying-pan into the fire. Detroit Journal. "Marie," ho cried passionately, as he threw himself at the foetof the rich widow, "will you be my wife?" "Yes, John," she murmured. "It means the sacrifice of my fortune, for my in come from my lute husband's estate censes at my second marriage; but my mv love for you is such " "Marie, I ctinuot accept the sacrifice! It is too much! I will be a brother to you I" London Tit-Bit i
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