SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN
w M. CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. IX.
The Washington Star thinks the news
paper is gradually crowding the bras,
band out of politics. The people waul
to think—not listen.
Tt. is said that the mining output in
Colorado this year will exceed anything
over kuown iu the history of the State.
The snows on the mountains will furnish
plenty of water for the gold placers this
summer,,and the silver deposits are rap
idly bii'ng developed.
One of the train despatches in the
service of the Georgia Southern Railroad
is a woman, Mrs. Willie Coley. -'lt is
a remarkable innovation in railroading,"
observes the New York Wvrht, "and it
shows that woman is gra lually captur
ing all the strongholds of masculine la
bor.''
Canada's new banking law, which re
cently went into effect, makes the sale
of stock on margin a penal offense. It
also fixes the minimum capita! at •Si.aO,-
000, restricts dividends to eight per
cent, and provides for a redemption fund
of five per cent, on circulation to pay the
:iotesof suspended banks.
Another depressing
exclaims the Washington S'ur. A Chi
naman was arrested in New York for
passing a counterfeit note. But when it
came to a question of identilication, the
main witness was nonplussed by the fact
that a large number of Chiueii.en had
the same facial peculiarities and could
not be distinguished. Here we are with
a large population of people among
whom alibis may at any tun : grow like
grass in summer.
"Singular as it may appear," says the
Paris American lic/t >/ t, "the German
capital has and pays an official bird
catchtr. The catching of birds is pro
hibited, but the collections and educa
tional institutions of the university fre
quently require, Jor scientific purposes,
birds' eggs, nests, etc., and the taxider
mist Lcmm is the only person commis
sioned to furnish them within tlic
precincts of Berlin, and the district- of
Teltow and Xiederbarnim.''
A very pretty idea is carried out iu
London which aims to bring about a
love of plants and flowers among the
poorer classes. A fund is raised out of
which prizes are paid for the best display
of window gardening or potted plants,
and the scheme has become so very pop
ular that thousands of cottage homes are
now beautified by floral effects, and it is
110 uncommon thing to see a window set
out with plants growing in old teapots,
caus or cigar boxes marked as a prize
winner.
Harper's Weekly says: The impression
made by Bismarck's personality has cer
tainly been disturbed by his course since
his removal. Apparently he has some
what mistaken his hold upon Germany.
It was not that of a popular leader, but
of a ruler of great resources and despotic
will. Consequently when he fell from
power, and it was seen that there was no
interruption of the usual course of events,
that the situation was, in fact, unaf
fected, there was no strong personal feel
ing and loyalty upon which ho could rely
in opposition to the Government. It is
not to be expected that Bismarck will
greatly influence affairs when he reap
pears iu the German Parliament. In the
conviction of Germany, undoubtedly, his
day is past.
The Pennsylvania Deaf and Dumb
Asylum, near Philadelphia, has discarded
the use of sign language and will adhere
hereafter to the so-called oral system of
instruction. Au account says: "Moses
Moses, a boy of Easton, I'enn., who has
been in the institution since ISB6, is one
of the marvelous products of the 'oral
instruction'system. lie was born deaf,
and has never heard the sound of his
own or of any other person's voice. But
he cau now move around among his fel
lows in the world outside of the institu
tion, and no one would ever know that
he was either deaf or dumb. By a la
' prions process he has been taught how
ve his lips and vocal chords and
"'ame sounds, and now he talks
ho has heard conversation on
since the cradle. lie has
to understand what is said
atching the movements of
ilips Mid throat, and now
,' or come uear enough to
u activities and duties of
IN PART.
Sky, •oft sky I
To thoe I turn mine eye,
And rend, the stars between,
One word of what thy glories tneau
And then, though much I neeJ,
No more can read.
Wind, sweet wind!
Thy voice to-day is kind!
Thou whisperest in mine ear
Words that I just bogin to hear;
Thou goest from east to west—
I lose the rest.
Earth, glad earth!
To theo I owe my birth;
In thy warm lap I sit,
Thy tender arms around me kuit;
I question. Thou dost say
Now yea, now nay.
Soul, my soul!
Thou canst not know fho whole;
The sky can know its star,
The breeze its perfume from afar,
The earth reveal to thoe
One mystery.
But soul, my soul!
Thou soon slialt know the whole,
When earth and wind and sky
Have vanished, thy enraptured eyo
Khali rjud the book of fata:
Then wuit, oh, wait!
—Julia 11. in Boston Journal,
HOW 'UX'ISETII FOUND IIEIi
FATHER.
BY MAHOAHET MANTON.
'Liz'beth lived iu a cellar down in
Mott street. No one knew what her
other name was. 'Liz'beth could not iu
form them. Slio used to wonder about
t. herself, as sho sat looking out of her
one window.
'Liz'beth called it a window, but in
reality it was only an iron prating that
overlooked the sidewalk. In order to
*ee out of it the little girl had to sit over
against the cellar wall, and then all she
could see was the feet of the people as
they went by.
'Liz'beth used to wish 1- that
she could see what owners of the
feet were like, b't _n it was rather
nice to sit an' 1 gine about it. Most
of them beu -ged to working people, but
now and then a pair of patent leathers
went by, and once in a great while a
lady's kid boot and dainty French heels
would pass with light tread, as if the
owner wished as little contact us possible
with that wretched street.
'Liz'beth had been up in the City Hall
Park on pleasant afternoons, and there
she had seen the ladies and gentlemen
who wore pretty shoes. So she knew
what they were like, But that was a
long time ago.
'Liz'beth felt very sad this morning,
for her kitten had just died.
It wasn't much of a kitten, either, j
One of its eyes was gone, aud some cruel j
boy had cut off a piece of its tail. The I
cold weather had wilted an ear, so that I
it hung forward, giving poor kitty the !
look of a disreptuable character, llut
her little mistress thought sho was beau
tiful and loved her better than anything
else.
'Liz'beth called her kitten "Bijou."
She hadn't any idea what it meant, and i
she couldn't have spoiled it to save her |
i fe. Hut one day in the pretty park a
lady went by leading a curly white dog,
which she called "Hijou," and that
night 'Liz'beth christened the kitten.
The little girl sold papers in those
days,and every day she bought a penny's j
worth of milk, which she gave Bijou, and i
she used to beg scraps of meat lrom the '
market on the corner. Sometimes she
found a lish in the ash-barrel, not over j
fresh usually, but Hijou wasu't particu- |
iar.
I've forgotton to tell you that 'Liz- j
betli had not lived alone in the cellar j
ilways. Some one whom she called
"Slag" used to be there. 'Liz'beth was
ifraid of Mag. She was good enough j
when sho was sober, but that was so sel
icin.
Sometimes Mag would be away for a
whole week, aud 'Liz'beth would dread !
to have her come back, she was alwavs ,
io ugly.
Once she came home more fierce than j
usual; she was in trouble and wanted '
money. 'Liz'beth had been lucky for a I
week and had saved almost sl. She got i
it out from behiud a brick—that was
tier bank—and gave it to the wretched '
woman, who struck her in return and
went away.
'Liz'beth was pretty well used to
blows; she'd had a lot of them; but !
iomehow it hurt worse than usual this 1
time. Her head ached, aud her poor i
little desolate heart ached, too. There 1
was a tight feeling iu her throat, and 1
the first thing she knew she was crying :
io hard that IJijou, who lay in her lap.
was all wet.
It seemed to her she could remember j
wheu some one with pretty hair and soft |
eyes had held her aud rocked her j
»ud sung—what was it she used to sing? j
Liz'beth closec' her eyes, swayed to amd
i'ro, aud tried to tuink.
Softly through the mist of alraost-for
jotten things came the shadowy mem
ory of that song—so softly that it seemed
anly the ghost of words that whispeiod;
A sleepy kiss is the only fnre;
Dear little passouger, say good-night.
Into the statiou of dreamland we go,
Ha by and 1, in our rockiug-chair.
How ijueer it seemed! "There's surely .
lometliing the matter with my head." I
said 'Liz'beth, and then she began to
think again; the funcies were pleasant j
If thoy were queer.
The next thing that camo to her was a
LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1891.
remembt'nnce of the same misty sort con
cerning some oco else—some one big and
handsome, with kind, brown eyes and a
voice not so soft as the other, but yet
good to hear.
"Is baby asleep, little mother?" the
voice said. And how near it was—so
near that the moustached lips touched
the baby's cheek, and then—
"llow much she is like you—your
mouth and chin and hair. I believe she
will have your eyes, too. I wonder if
that is what makes me love her so?"
Love her! Who loved her? llow
strange that some one should love her!
And what was that about the eyes and
mouth and hair?
'Li/, beth got a bit of looking-glass,
crept close up to the grating where the
street lamps shone in and looked at her
self. It was a wistful sort of face; the
mouth had a quiver in It, and the eyes
—yes, they were gray, but not like
those other eyes. There was a pathetic,
appealing look in them that made 'Liz'-
beth almost sorry for herself.
She put away the glass and tried to
woo the fancies back, but they did not
come, and soou she fell asleep.
When she awoke the sun was shining
in her ( face and Bijou was mewing
loudly. 'Liz'beth sat up, or tried to,
but sin- felt very strange. Her head was
light, and eho laid it down again. Her
throat was sore and her lips were parched.
"Dear ine,"she thought, "it must be
afternoon, and Bijou must be hungry.
I must get her some milk."
She took away the brick, but there
was no money there. Where had it
gone? Oh, she remembered now. She
had given it to Mag, and Mag had
struck her. She picked up the bit of
looking-glass. Yes, there was the mark
. across her cheek. It was all black and
! yellow, but the rest of her face was
j white and thin. Bijou was thin, too,
| and cried pitifully.
j "I'll go out and beg for you, Kitty;
j you shan't be hungry."
When she got up 'Liz'beth found that
1 she was very weak. She could hardly
, stand, but she managed to get out on
1 the sidewalk. A woman noticed her
j white face and gave her a drink.
"What day is it?" asked 'Liz'beth.
"Saturday."
j "Saturday? Why, then I've been
asleep two days. Isn't that funny? No
wonder Bijou is hungry. She must have
something to eat right away."
"Will you please give me a penny,
sir?" she asked of some one who had a
face which seemed kinder to her tUan
that of most men.
"A penny? nere you are." And
! into her hand fell a bright new nickel.
A man stood by the counter whom
: 'Liz'beth had never seen there before,
j He was not like the othe other folks who
! came there ordinarily. From long habit
the chilil glanced at his shoes. Yes,
I they were patent leather, and the clothes
were not like those the baker wore. The
| face was a handsome one, in spite of the
I fact that it was red and swollen and had
j neither been shaved nor washed that
day.
'Liz'beth forgot her hunger and stood
looking at him.
"Well, little one, what do you think
of me? I wouldn't take a prize, would
I?"
'Liz'beth started; there was something
about that voice. What was it? "Your
mouth, your hair, your eyes—l wonder
if that is what makes me love her so?"
"Sir?" said 'Liz'beth, looking up
again.
"I didn't speak. You were talking
to yourself. What ails you? "
"Please sir, I don't know. I felt queer
when I went to sleep, and I slept for two
days, and I hain't had nothin' to eat."
"Nothing to eat for two days! Well,
' I haven't had anything to eat for a
; week."
'Liz'beth looked at him. "Nothin'
jto eat for a week! Why, he must be
awful hungry," she thought.
She looked at the bright new nickel.
She turned it over in her dirty Angers.
Then she looked at the man again, lie
had not taken his eyes off her.
'•Poor man, he does look awful
hungry," she said to herself. And then,
with a sudden impulse, she held out her
precious money.
"A week's lots worse'n two days. I
cau stan' it a little longer, I guess, but
I'd like a cent to get some milk for
Bijou. 'N' you cau have the rest."
The stranger started. Ilis dull eyes
opened wide and something glistened in
them.
"Why, you poor little beggar," he
said, brokenly, and then he stopped.
Here was a lesson in giving which many
sclf-rightohus ones might copy to ad
vantage. "Did you think I didn't eat
because I hadn't money, baby?"
The child looked at him in wonder.
She knew of no other reason why people
didn't eat, and her eyes widened still
more when the strange man put his hand
in his pocket and drew out a big hand
ful of silver. ,
"There," said he, "take this aad buy |
a barrel of milk il you like. I'll take a ,
drink of milk, myself. It will bo better
than what I've been taking for the past ,
ten days." (
'Liz'beth got her milk and a pia. She ,
was rich now. She hurried back to the j
cellar. Bijou had ceased crying and lay |
on the bit of old blanket in the corner (
quite still.
"Come here, Kitty, and get your (
milk," called 'Liz'beth. But the kitten j
wi's dead. No amount of coaxing would ,
make it stir, and the little girl was heart
broken. She forgot her pie and sat
looking drearily out of the window
through her tenr-s. The feet went by as
usual. Suddenly came a quick step, a
flash of patent leather; some one peered
down through the grating, and a moment
Inter the man who had given her the
money was beside her. The next mo
ment she was in his arm* and was being
carried swiftly upstairs, and then she was
in a carriage riding away. 'Liz'beth did
not struggle and scream. Why should
she? The stranger meant her no harm,
else he would not hold her so close and
kiss her so wildly, saying over and over:
"Thank God I Thank God!"
The carriage flew along the street, and
before 'Liz'beth could recover her wits
had stopped in front of a beautiful house.
How the getleman hurried up the steps,
and how lio rang the bell, and when the
door opened how he flew up the stairs,
crying:
"Maud, Maud, my darling, come
here I I have found our baby!"
There was the story all told in a min
ute—all but the part about a careless
nurse having loft her charge asleep in a
carriage while she flirted with a police
man. When she returned both baby
and carriage were gone. That was flve
years ago, when 'Liz'beth was only a
wee toddler.
Close against her mother's heart that
night lay a happy child. It was not
fancy this time. A real voice, trembling
with happy tears, crooned an old lullaby.
And in the next room a strong man
sobbed as ho promised God from thence
forward to conquer his weakness.
New York World.
The Vagaries of Vesuvius.
The truth seems to be, says the Lon
don Standard, tha* Vesuvius, like most
of the order of mountains to which it
belongs, is in no way to bo depsnded
upon. It is an example of the uselcssness
of the current classification of volcanoes
into extinct, quiescent, and active. There
was a time when it would have been con
fidently pronounced to bo as extinct as
those of Auvergne, and when its long
silence might have at least justified the
uppclletion of quiescent. Yet we know
that, if not continuously active—and in
reality no volcano is so—it bursts into a
fury of ashes and lava and pumice-stone
BO frequently that it is hard to say when
it will stop and when begin afresh. A
record of the eruptions since 70 is a
varied catalogue of disasters. After the
£?iatit paroxysm of that year it remained
for 1500 years in a condition of such
feeble activity that, though many eyes
were naturally directed to it, it was re
garded as having almost exhausted itself.
Again the crater got overgrown with
vegetation, villages rose on its slopes
and vineyards on its rich volcanic soil,
hunters tracked the wild boar to the
thickets which spread rank over the
spots once black with hnrd caked ashes,
and herdsmen grazed their cattle on the
wide grassy plains which stretched close
to"the pit of Tartarus." Hut at length,
after six months of earthquakes, always
increasing in intensity, the closed cruter
agaiu burst open and discharged stones
and dust with such vehemence that
some of the latter, shot into the upper
currents of the atmosphere, fell on the
housetops of Tripoli and Constantinople.
Far and near the pasty streams, akin to
those which overwhelmed Pompeii, ran
across the plains, until the villagers at
the base of the Apennines saw these ser
pent-like messengers at their doors, and
lor the first time in its modern history
lava flowed west and south, and reached
the sea in many divided rivulets. So
swiftly did all this happen that, though
the inhabitants had been fully warned,
the loss of life was estimated at from
UOOU to 18,000. liosco, Torre del Greco,
Hesina and Portici were flooded by the
seven rivers of lava, though, as a rule,
the ashes settling, owing to the falling
rain, into the concrete known as "puz
zolona" are the most characteristic of
the products of eruptions. Since 1631
there have been between sixty and sev
euty outbursts, 1766, 1767, 1779, 1794
ind 1622 being the years of the most
ictivity, though none of them equals the
two most memorable in the volcano's
history. The lower slopes are again
covered with the vineyards of Lacrima
Jhristi, that "wine of ashes" celebrated
t>y Chiabrara as "al vin," to which "la
gente diede nomedolente"and the light
some Neapolitans drink, dance aud are
merry as their ancestors were before the
cities of Campania perished. There is
for the moment no reason lor believing
that their mirth is unwarranted, but we
repeat that Vesuvius is one of those
mountains on which it is dangerous to
calculate.
Her Hair Grew After Death.
A prominent citizen of Warren Sum
mit, N. H., recently caused the body of
his mother to be disinterred for the pur
pose of burying it in another spot,, when
it was found that the coffin was com
pletely enwrapped with the strands of
the ludy's hair, even the grave being
filled with the silky masses, which had
to be cut through before the coffiu could
be removed. Upon opening the coffin
the remains, with the exception of the
lieud, were found to have perished, but
the scull was wonderfully preserved and
even the skin intact, and from this had
grown a quantity of huir such as no liv
iug person could carry. The lady has
been dead nearly twenty years, and at
the time of her decease her magnificent
suit of hair had been clipped short, so
that there is no doubt of all that was
found in the coffiu having grown after
death.— Philadelphia ISmtt.
"Young Chumpleigh is quito versa,
tile, isn't he?" "I guess so; ho ueve»
• toe* anything right " — New Turk Preu.
Terms—Sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months
SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL.
An electric organ is new.
Electricians predict that the fireworks
of the future will all be electrical.
The first plant in Chicago to employ
electric welding for pipes has just becu
established.
An electric drill in an Idaho mine re
cently performed the feat of boring a
two-inch hole through twenty feet of
solid granite in four hours.
A Portland (Me.) man has discovered
a process for utilizing sawdust by con
verting it into wood pulp, which makes
an excellent imitation of wood.
An electric transfer table, seventy feet
long, and with a capacity of 225,000
pounds, is now in use in the Dcnvei
shops of the Union Pacific 1 tail road.
If photographic prints are immersed
in a mixture of four parts of methylated
spirits and one part water, between ton
ing and fixing, blisters will be pre
vented.
An important industry along Lake
Erie is grape-basket making. The bas
kets are made of bass wood, of eight
pieces, and an expert can finish abo ut
fifty an hour.
Ball bearings for machinery arc rap
idly growing into favor, the savings in
lubricants alone beiug considered, while
the diminution in friction is said to be
extraordinary.
An automatic sprinkler plant can be
too delicate in its action, as was shown
recently at Falls Itiver, Mass., where
fusible plugs melted on a very hot day,
causing some damage to property.
Information has been received at the
United States Navy Department that the
new Driggs-Schroeder rapid-fire six
pound rifled gun has just passed a suc
cessful test at Annapolis. This is a new
American gun inteuded to form part of
the secondary battery of a man-of-war.
C. A. C'asperon, a Swedish ironworker,
has discovered a method of determining
the hardness of iron and steel. It is by
means of an electric current run through
the metal, the harder the metal the long
er it takes to fuse it. By the use of an
amperemeter the degree of resistance is
determined.
The substitution of camel's hair, cot
ton, paint and chemicals for leather in
machinery belting is said to be meeting
with some success in this country. It was
first invented in England, and it is
claimed for the new material that it is
stronger than any other lilting, more
durable, more clhcient and as low
priced.
The new bureau of the Department of
Agriculture for the microscopic exami
nation of hog products for export was
put into operation recently by Secretary
Rusk. The force comprises thirty mi
croscopists, but it will be increased until
it is large enough to examine, under the
magnifying lens, a piece of the dia
phragm and of the tenderloiu of each
hog killed. Those fouud to be diseased
will be condemned.
Half-Dollars Not Popular.
There is oue unpopular coin issued by
Uncle Sam. It is the half dollar, and it
has a tendency to work its way back into
the Treasury vaults, where it isn't wanted.
As money, nobody objects to the half,
but the popular fancy is for the same
value in another form. That is, the
average citizen prefers to have two
quarters. They are a trifle m jre con
venient. If he wants to pay out half a
dollar he can use the half or the two
quarters with equal convenience, but if
twenty-five cents is to be paid out the
quarter is far the handier coin.
This may not seem to be a very im
portant matter, but it counts in the long
run. Little by little the halves find their
way back to the Government vaults, and
there they stay, like poor relations. In
fact, so far as coming home in disgrace
goes, the half dollar is the Prodigal Son
of the Mints.
A very large proportion of the $20,-
000,000 of fractional silver on hand at
Washington is made up of halves. This
is tho lot which Secretary Foster was
so anxious to get rid of, and about which
he talked with the New York bankers
when he made his visit here. Nobody
then manifested any wild desire to take
the Secretary's load off his shoulders.
It is probable that a good many of the
halves stored up in Washington will be
recoined into quarters and dimes. In
that way they will be more convenient
for popular use. And Mr. Foster will
sleep more comfortably o' nights—which
will be a good thing and a benofit all
around.
Of course, lots of halves are used and
will continued to be used. Their coin
age will be kept up and nobody will have
any more difficulty in geting them than
isual. But the proportion of other
coins will be increased because the peo
ple like them better.
The New York Sub-Treasury has its
share of halves on hand, and the other
day it tried to work off some of them.
It was a day wheu pension checks were
being paid, and nearly every ono was
cashed partly in halves. Before the close
of tho day a good inuny of the halves
were back in the Sub-Treasury. And
they are there yet.— New York Times.
"Is young Mr. Gotham familiar with
Browing in any degree?" "Familiar?"
repeated the Boston maid. "He is
positively flippant."— lndianapolis Jour
nal.
The girl with money can have any
thing she likes. She can also have auy
thiu« she lo- es. lfhnirs. Gazette.
NO. 48.
INNOCENCE,
In bonny Scotland, 'cross the sea,
Upon a summer's day,
A little lass trudged merrily
Along the public way.
And for the first time in her llfo
This happy peasant lass
Gazed on the world beyond her hom«
In yonder mountain pass.
With beaming face and happy song
She tripped on toward the town
And reached the borough turnpike gate
Long ere the Bun went down.
She gently tapped upon tho gate.
Afraid to pass It by,
And waited patiently without
For some one to reply.
And when the good old gateiuan came,
With body long and lean,
She asked, "Pray, will you tell mc, sir,
Am I at Aberdeen?"
"That's where you are, my bonny lass,"
He answered with a grin.
"Then can you tell me, sir," she said,
"If Peggy is within?"
—Clifford Howard , in Washington Star.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
It*B a wlso hen that knows her own
set.
No man is a hero to his valet. He is
a martyr.— Puck.
The cyclone actually takes a town by
storm.— Washinqton Star
Merit may win, but it makes awfully
slow time.— Elmira Uruettc.
Tho smaller the country circus the big
ger the posters.— New York Journal.
When a baby gets a feather in its
throat the mother feels down in the
mouth.
"I hear Gus is going to get married."
"Yes." "Is he in love?" "No; in debt."
—Ptmch.
The saddest feature of the day we
celebrate is the week we recuperate.—
Chicago Mail.
Do not imagine that the young lady
means yes when she nods after midnight.
—Dallas Neu>*.
The music of a drum is always on tap,
usually with a "stick" in it.—Bingham
ton. Hepublican.
The man who carries his heart on his
sleeve doesn't display an equal amount
ot braiu.— Puck.
"He sat on my joke." "That was
safe." "Safe?" "lli. Tliere wasn't
any point to it."— Judy.
When the plumber sends in his bill
the dancing and paying tho piper are
done by the same person.— Philadelphia
Times.
It is natural to suppose that when you
stroko a cat's back the wrong way the
poor animal doesn't feel fur straight."—
Lowell Courier.
Tho words "sunstroke" und "nerv
ous prostration" cover a multitude of
plain drunks in the summer season.—
Washington Post.
A man never knows how lucky he is
in escaping jury duty until he sees tho
newspaper pictures of the unfortunates
who are caught.— Puck.
Marie—"Harry married that rich Mis.'
Firetung. lie made a great catch."
Julia—''Yes, and from all accounts h»,
has been catching it ever since."— Truth
He failed for half a million, straight
And this was most surprising;
But not so much, as was the sum.
He made by compromising.
tVas/iinuton Star.
Author—"These two books—l hardly
know what to call them—are waiting
for titles." Joblots—"Why don't you
call them 'American Heiresses,' then?"—
Harvard Lampoon.
She—"Oh, yes! I quite believe there's
a fool in every family. Don't you." He
—"Well—er—my opinion's rather
biased. You see, I'm the only member
of our family."— Judy.
"I am not going away for the sum
mer,"said the tirod looking mau to an
inquisitive friend. "I am going to stay
right here and let the summer come to
mens usual."— Washington Pout.
She (trustingly)—"Am I the only girl
you ever loved, Jack?" Jack—"Why—
yes—certainly, my dear—that is to-ay
—the only girl I ever loved as i love
you, my darling."— SomerviUe Journal.
Mudge—"ls it foolish for a youug man
without capital to indulge in the hope of
getting iich." Wickwire—"Yes, that's
so. The better way is for him to quit
hoping and goto work."— lndianapolis
Journal.
Sho (fishing for a compliment)—"Do
you think my voice needs cultivation?"
He (anxious to pay her a compliment)—
"Not at all; not at all. Cultivation
couldn't improve a voice like yours."—
J\'eio York l*rtss.
"And so you think she no longci
loves you?" "I know it. She used to
let me help her on with her ten-button
gloves, and lately she has worn nothing
but the one-buttou kind. Oh, I can take
a hint."— St. Joseph News.
S. Ponge—"Can you let me have $lO
for a week or sol" Q. Enerous—"l've
only got nine, but you CHU have that if
it will do." S. Ponge—"All right, I'll
take that and then you will owe me a
dollar."— Harvard Iximpoon.
"Was that your brother walking with
you in the park yesterday?" asked the
old gentleman jocosely. "My brother!''
she replied. "Indeed it wasu't, and
what's more, he's not going to be if I
can help it."— Phitadelvhia Times.