me pt = en co i i & k 3 ., Smith's it wouldn't ‘you'd better come sgome of the EERE E Mill, Mine EE r—==xue== —_——— ——— bite st—— EsdEEEENEE EE BOM ISS DARLEY’S pulses beat sg J anicker for the savage x Mj; y wildness of the scene she stood regarding—the red Psion of the furnace fires streaming out into the black night, the workmen casting gro- tesque shadows as they stooped at their tasks, the glowing lakes and streams of -‘white-hot metal in the process of “tapping off,” and the square face and heavy brows of one man whom Paul Ruble touched upon the shoulder. : “March, let your helper relieve you. Ladies, this is the best workman in the whole range of mills. He had some idea of lifting himself above this sphere at one time; but there's a sort of magnetism about the business, it would seem, that drew him back again. Tell them: how it is, March.” “There's more heart in the iron than there is in some men,” said Mareh, “and that is the whole story, except that I grew up in the mills and don’t find myself at home in the world out- side of them.” Something thr illed Madeline Darley as he spoke, an unmistakable memory | of that firm, rather moody face under | circumstances very different from his | present surroundings. She was climb- ing the mountain-side in short skirts and stout boots next day, when she dropped her stick and a bunch of maiden-haitr ferns she had dug up, and found herself blushing under the eyes of Royal March. He had a specimen | of ore in his hands, and had evidently | been prospecting by authority, for he gave her the impatient glance one be- stows upon an intruder, then lifted his hat in gentlemanly recognition and stood aside to let her pass. But Miss Darley put out both hands, with a mis- chievous laugh at his bewilderment. “Mr. March, I have a notion to leave you completely puzzled, though I knew you after my first glange last night. Suppose I say thank you for an old service, and—if I may—sorry your in- vention did not succeed. I remember I was sure that it would.” With her words the light of memory broke slowly over him, presenting a night scene in a railway carriage, with himself, a slim young fellow, saving a still younger girl from the opera- tions of a showily-dressed woman, whc had thrown a chloroformed handker- chief over the sleeping girl's face, and was relieving her of her jewelry when detected in the act. With conscious- ness restored, the girl overflowed with gratitude, and the two young people grew confidential during the remain- der of that might journey, and parted with the feeling of regret which is nat- ural to the circumstances, never .ex- pecting to meet again. But with seven years between that time and this they Were face to face.® “ef ef me trust your venture was a “rove $uccessful one,” said March, an- od “‘swering her allusion to that time and “warming; as what man would not, un- der her ‘gracious smile. “You were going to win the favor of a relation who was to make you her heiress, if I remember-.rightly. wm ann Miss Darley’s countenance fell. “But I -failed,. too,” she answered, frankly. “And I find it hard to for- give myself, because a mean and hyp- ocritical person gained by treachery what I ought to have had by right.” What a chord of sympathy should stir in Marcl’s breast, he best knew, in each other awoke and .intensified,. and it was due to Madeline's imperious demand that Mr, March was jnvited to make his appearance in that upper stratum of society which found itkelf at Mr. Ruble’s table, at the next’ ner. party given by the latter. nay “I want to see’ fiow le looks in a drawing, room.’ said she; and he looked’ very well, as Paul Ruble himselt was forced to acknowledge, with no pleas- ant thoughts. *. i: Two weeks more, and Madeline Dar- ley awoke to a sense of the danger into . which she had drifted, and the waking came in the shape of the Tolewirg let- ter: “My Dear Maddy— If you are doing no better at getting into Mr. Ruble’s good graces than you nianaged with Aunt Murilda—though I must say think she was most shabby, after rais- ing our expectations by paying; your schooling. which I never did believe in them boarding schools where silly chits. get .such proud notions in their heads as sets ‘em high and mighty above their own kith and kin, as I have fold you is ungratefui and what 1 never expected to see from my own child and more than all poor Darley’s daughter, though if it had been one of have sarprised me for' the man is more contrary every day of his life. Which brings nme back to say that the girl has gone away after his last tantrum, and if you ain't ‘going tc get married rich, after all, home and take up ot work, children and three boarders I c along. Your affectionate mother : “HENRIETTA SMITH. The missive “dropped into Miss Dar- ley's ! f i f he jured repulsive a jn a city tenement with her violent- | tempered line. i mother Ww looks and have D« out, leavin woman; the imps of mis- chief childnood about By Mrs. Jennie Davis Burton. for with the six | can’t gel | v iding, her | HMEEERNEEEr ESS and Master | ] @-q MEE that Madeline shuddered at that pros- pect. and. turned eagerly to any other that offered a release? Royal March's strong face might haunt her secret thoughts, her conscience might up- braid her for some of those bright mornings upon the “mountain wien their paths had crossed not wholly by accident, but within three days she was Paul Ruble's promised wife. Mr. Ruble was coming out of his library with a queer, twisted key on his finger, when Miss Da 's face, look- ing at him over the shoulder of a marble Venus, caused him to start and drop it. 3 “Is it the key of Bluebeard’s cham- ber, that you are so particular?’ she asked, coming forth. “Or, has it the property of vanishing through the floor in a mysterious way?” “It has vanighed, I think,” said Mr. Ruble, nervor “Never- mind. What were you thinking cf as you stood there rivaling Venus in her charms?” “I was wondering how I would feel if T were mistress here by my own right instead of your favor,” she an- swered, coolly. “I have a fancy I ought to have been.” His fiancee’s abruptness must have grated upon Mr. Ruble's nerves. He changed color, bit his lip, and walked away. Miss Darley stooped when he had disappeared and picked up the key, which had been snugly reposing be- neath the sole of her slipper, and though a housemaid came and searched diligently for the missing instrument, her inclinations did not prompt her to give up her discovery: There was a memory connected with that curious bit of twisted metal which Madeline Darley pondered over for the hundredth time, perhaps, that day. Old Aunt Miralda—dead and gone now, so peace to her ashes!—had held it in her hand when she broke out in that denunciation of Paul Ruble, who had gained such an influence over her in her declining age that the poor lady had become little better than the crea- ture of his will. “He is an evil man, Madeline, a hyp- ocrite and a traitor. You were right in disliking him, and I have been a blind old fool. But we will have justice done yet. The will goes into the fire, for one thing, my dear, and we make another one putting you in the place where he never would have been but for his base and most unwarranted pretensions—never, believe me!” But after all Aunt Murilda had died and Paul Ruble came into possession of the controlling interest she had held in mills and mines, and Madeline hung the distorted key upon her watch- chain as -she thought, with a sigh, of how differently her life might have turned had her relative’s intention only been carried out. Whatever impulse made her take possession of the key, she had no thought of using it to dis- cover her intended husband's secrets. Her opinion.of the man was so far from flattering: that the less of these which came :t¢ her knowledge the better, she thought. Meanwhile Mr. Ruble was not a lit- tle nettled at its Joss. He rode away in the afternoon to one of the coal mines from which mutterings of discontent had been making themselves heard. A knot of miners were gathered on the hillside, awaiting his approach. “What now, you rascals?’ he asked, angrily: “Why are you not at.your work?” : : . co: A decent-leoking man took off his hat as he made answer for the, party. “We was a- comin’ to tell you, sir, as how we'd ‘put in our last “strokes. *Tain’t noways safe in “fifat ming with the - roof all sa ng. and, le. pillars cut out till there’s no more’n a ‘few inches of crumblin’ slate 'twixt us'n’ S bein’ crushed to a jelly, and we've got our. love’ of life “strong ds other men. We'll go to work elsewheres if it’s your pleasure, sir, but not in the old mine, ‘where it's tempting Providence every minute we stay.” “You're a pack of contrary idiots and I'll have no more to do with you.” was Mr. Ruble's gracious response as he pursued his way. If the fates had combined to aggra- vate him, they could have taken no surer means than by sending Royal March to confront him near the mouth of the mine. “The men were quite j ing,” said the latter. “I will be the judge as to that,” re- torted Ruble. ‘As for you, sirrah, con- fine yourself to your own place after this, or I'll send you adrift as surely as I do those insubordinate hounds.” The blue pallor of quivering wrath was in Ruble’s face as he saw the other's “brows knit and darken. “What do I mean? I mean that your intolerable presumption, and your chance meetings with Miss Darley are both at an end. The lady has given her future into my keeping, and if her own pride doesn’t check 1 associations, my will shall. I'm kindly enough disposed toward my man, in your own sphere, but be well for Jou to bear in mind am master. justified in leav- 1 his bully- 100k. as he scarcely looked it for a His hand Seka lantern, and he kept upon his companion. expecting spirit he had y hand of ing assertion | | got out his po a furtive wi more than half eg savage uprising of » worlk- | dread. The bray 1 ! stood around, 10 | ad he | “I wonder that Heaven doesn’t send in that tottering roof on your head,” he muttered, as if invoking such an end. “A moment more and a dull rum- le shook the earth. The sound like sullen thunder died away, and the sun shone down, the wind whispered light- ly amid the leaves, but Royal March shivered in the summery warmth and turned pale under the tan of the fur- nace fires. What struggle possessed him for a moment, what better impulse was trampled out as he sprang down the pathway, he best knew. A storm came up with the evening. Such thunder, such lightning, such down-pouring torrents, were unknown even in that region of storms, but while the tempest raged, the furnaces threw their steady glow athwart the wild, wet darkness, and the night force were thrilled by one of those horrible aceci- dents which occur. now and then, in their midst. The pincers in one man's hands missed a red-hot bar, as it came from the rolls, and the ductile metal had coiled around him, searing the strong limbs that in a moment had lost their strength and active usefulness forever—and this man was Royal March. A message to Miss Darley brought her to his bedside by mid- night. “No, 1 am not dying,” as he met the stricken fear in her face. “But even men who are doomed to live sometimes have confessions to make. Has Mr. Ruble come home?” He had not. “Send searchers to the old mine. It caved in on him this afterncon. Let them make haste, for this storm is likely to flood the mine, and drown any living thing there like a rat. 1 knew it and left him, Miss Darl but it wasn't entirely because of you,” an- swering a question he read in her face. “1 may have been so mad—I was— and that added to an old wrong put murder in my heart. Do you remem- ber the invention with which I hoped to make my, fortune, years ago? He stole, just as I was sure of after the long time I spent in perfect- ing it, and he has risen since, while I have been pushed down until he made a virtue of giving me work, and claimed gratitude for the meager wages paid back by the hands that robbed me. I don't expect you to for- give me for telling you the truth about him. I might hope for your pity if I had not such a black sin to lay bare, but as it is “Ag it is; I am so far from good my- self that I am grateful to you for setting me an example in forsaking the wrong and turning to the right. n The old mine had caved in upon Mr. Ruble, but a lodgment of some of the supporting timbers had saved him from being crushed to death; and in quarters so narrow that he could not stand upright, he had ample leisure during the long night to reflect upon his sins, and fright enough to resolve upon atonement when the waters gath- ered about him and rose gradually to his chin: but these varied sensations fell away from him when his. release was effected in “he breaking light. Miss Darley stood in the doorway when he arrived, a pitiable figure, at his own house. She was a little worn with her sleepless night, more than a little changed in an indescribable, haughty way which repelled him, yet Mr. Ruble forced himself to do some- thing in the sentimental line. “Oh, my Madeline, I thought I would never see you again!” “your Madeline never will be seen, sir,” she replied. “I am free to con- fess that what you had, and not what you were, attracted me, but the charm is broken since I know how much came to you through the meanest of thefts.” "Her fingers were twisted in her chain, and as Mr. Ruble’s abashed eyes fell they rested upon the key which was suspended there. His lips twitched and turned ghastly, and next moment he fell forward writhing in a fit, : Two or three facts were not long in connecting themsely es in Miss Darley’s mind, and if she changéd hér intention ‘about using that key, the ‘result cer- tainly justified her. It unlocked a cumbersome © secretary where “Aunt Murilda had kept ber private papers, and brought to light a codicil to that will of which the old woman had Tet pented, which document in her upright handwriting declared: + Ki “Whereas, I have just learned that my kinsman, Paul Rukle, ‘has been cuilty of fraud and deception’ in im- posing on me certain improvements now used in the machinery of the mills as his own invention; and whereas, being impressed by what I considered his practical genius I have heretofore named him as the heir to my estates, this codicil is to revoke such disposi- tiion of my properties to the aforesaid Paul Ruble; and, furthermore: I, Mur- ilaa Ruble Darley, being” sound in mind. but feeble in body, do hereby devise and bequeath =2ll the estates and personal properties of which I may die possessed to my beloved grand- nicce, Madeline Darley, on condition that she shall make such restitution as justice demands to the actual in- ventor of said improvements of which he was wickedly defrauded—said in- ventor, I have reason to believe, be- ing a young man named Royal March.” That, and more, in Aunt Murilda’s hand, and a rather awks of a lawyer's phraseology left her last wishes unmistakably clear, and the choice between Paul Ruble and pov- erty was lifted away from Madeline, and Mr. Ruble himself recovered to slink out of her knowledge, and, with- Success out a doubt, to curse the weakness | which left that document undestroyed. | Did she fulfill the condition imposed upon her? There is a crippled joint- 1 her of thos and min- sts who evide: owner wi ing inter into whose eyes she look “You are the ly lord and master 1 could ever | de ar.'—Gocd rature. { vard imitation’ “4s they are called by the ywledge, Royal, my | SHE'S A GREAT HUNTER. .e Mrs. Kerr’s Latest Expedition is in Quest of a Rare Bird. HOR... AN FRANCISCO has been the starting point for many strange expeditions and exploring parties bound for various parts of the globe on all manner of pe- quests; but one of particular note to those interested in natural his- tory or in unusual pursuits for women is now being planned here. In the tropics is a wonderful great white bird, nearly six feet tall, and with plumage which glistens with the marvelous sheen of satin. This bird ds rare, so rare that even natural histor- jans confess that but little is known of it. Its scientific name (and naming it is about as far as the scientists have got) is Mycteria Americana, but it is commonly called the jabiru, which title is hard to take seriously. as it sounds almost like a joke on the bird or part of a nonsense rime. So far as is known, not one of the species is to be found in any wpuseumw in the world, and it is principally to gain specimens of the snowy bird that Mrs. E. L.. Kerr is forming the expedition which will go to Central America and the United States of Colombia. Mrs. Kerr has lived in the tropics for nearly twenty years and has devoted most of her time to the study ‘and collection of birds and animals found there, being ¢ naturalist of no small knowledge and a woman of remarkable courage and endurance. Her husband is a mining engineer, his work leading him far from the paths of civilization, and on all of his travels he has been accom- panied by Mrs. Kerr. who has thus had unequaled opportunities for ex- ploring territory little known to natur- alists. The jabiru is by no means a barn- vard fowl even there. Mrs. Kerr hav- ing seen in all the time she was travel- ing not more than a dozen of them, and in out-of-the-way places always. She is an expert shot and has killed five or six of these treasures of the air, but has never been able to preserve the skins, as she had net the necessary materials with her. [Ihe first she ever saw was while she was hunting egrets in Guatemala. She and her husband were camped on an island in a large delta formed by the union of two rivers and she went out alone with her gun. As she was standing by a little pool she was startled by the appearance overhead of a huge white bird, which she saw at once was something new and strange to her. The wings of the jabiru have an unusual stretch, the end feathers alone being at least twen- ty-four inches long, and it flies with remarkable swiftness. As it came near, Mrs. Kerr shot it and it fell with a mighty flapping and splashing in the shallow water beside her. Upon in- spection Mrs. Kerr saw that it was a jabiru, but of a variety unknown to her. The best known are the Australian species, but these American birds, which are found from Mexico south to Patagonia, are more imposing and beautiful, being at least a third larger and of gayer plumage. The Australian jabiru: is white, but with a bare black head, the neck and legs, the lower half of the wings and tail being a dingy black also. The one to be searched for b$ this expedition has the bare head and neck, but the feathers are all white and of a peculiarly shining, shimmer- ing ‘appearance, while the lower third of the neck is-covered with coral-hued wattles, giving.a touch of brilliant color to the huge bird. The massive beak, nearly a foot long and slightly upturned, is black and polished like ebony. The jabiru is exceedingly shy and. difficult of approach, frequenting only remote, swampy districts and building its nest always in the tops of the tallest trees. It belongs to the wading birds, being a member of the crane family, and lives entirely on fish. In eight months spent in Guatemala Mrs, Kerr saw but one other jabiru besides that one she shot, but in the swamps on the shores of the Gulf of Nicoya, on the Pacific coast of Costa jica, she found at one time and an- other nearly a dozen and Killed several. When Mrs. Kerr's expedition goes to the tropics her knowledge as to the ex- act locality where the birds may be found will be of incalculable. value. She hopes to secure and mount fine specimens for several museums. It is not alone for the jabiru that the expedition is being arranged. Mrs. Kerr says that Central America is an unexplored treasure land for natural- ists, being the meeting place for the Northern and Southern Hemispheres, and having much of the animal and vegetable life of both. It is compara- tively little known, too, except on the beaten paths, and there are many won- ders that are yet to be exploited. Mem- bers of the strange family of tapirs are there, and Mrs. Kerr has seen and killed them. In Costa Rica at one time Mrs. Kerr lived some distance from any town, her husband being superintendent of a mine, and it was there that she sue- ceeded in killing a large tapir, or danta, natives. Mrs. Kerr said: “My passion is hunting, and as I led a somewhat isolated life there I was always looking out for some ad- venture of that kind. The native boys knew of this, too, and one day came to me in great excitement with a tale of the track of a very Ik danta whi they had discovered on the mount 1 went out alone, as I always do. people h and I ever allowed any of the boys to go culiar make too muc noise, On a high mountain about three miles from the house I came on the trail which they had described to me and found that it was indeed a fine specimen of the ani- mal, judging by the size of the tracks. After following the trail for about two with me on that account. hours, over mountains and through swamps and thickets, I came on the danta, lying down on a slight eleva- tion near a swamp, which was evident- ly its abiding place. With it was a young one, which probably made the animal doubly fierce. “The danta will, if frightened, run, but if brought to bay will fight to a finish, trampling its victim to death with its knees after knocking him down with a rush. As soon as this one saw me it came for me, making a noise like a herd of horses, but utter- ing no sound. I had a shotgun loaded with ball. I waited until the danta was within thirty feet of me and then I fired. It was only necessary to shoot once, as they are easy to kill if the shot goes into the soft part of the neck be- hind the ear. The danta fell dead a few feet from me and the little one ran away and made its escape in the woods before I could get it. I never attempt- ed to do anything with so large an ani- mal, but went home and sent the native boys to get it. They are very fond of the flesh, whieh is coarse and black, something like bear meat when fresh, and all the natives at the mine had a great feast that night.” Of the appearance and habits of the animal Mrs. Kerr says: “These dantas, which are about the size of a two-year- old cow. or four and a haif feet high, are not brown, like the smaller varie- ties, but black, with a skin like a pig and sparsely covered with hairs. The body resembles that of a hippopotamus and the head is somewhat like that of an elephant, having an abbreviated trunk. It delights'in swampy places, but does not sleep there, choosing al- ways a dry spot near by. It lives on succulent herbage and fruits, such as amate, a wild fig, and the wild pian- tain.” If these two valuable additions to the world of natural science can be secured in Central America, Mrs. Kerr will not feel that her trip has been in vain, but she is also desirous of taking the mem- bers of her party, among whom will be an expert taxidermist, to South Amer- ica, where she will show them wonders in the United States of Colombia. Far up into the Santa Marta Mountains will Mrs. Kerr lead her little band, and there, on the Lado del Coche, or Lake of Pigs, is to be captured the huitri, a fierce species of the condor, as large as an American vulture and about the same color. They are strangely equipped with spurs on their wings, at the shoulders and the first joints, and when wounded will fight ferociously. When the size of the birds is consid- ered and the fact that these spurs are about four inches long and extremely sharp it may be readily realized that they are a somewhat formidable foe. From here Mrs. Kerr's expedition will go by steamship to some point on the western coast of Central America; there they will get horses and burros, procure Indian guides familiar with the wilds of the interior and disappear from the haunts of civilization.—Sanp Francisco Chronicle. It Gave Her Strength. One of those accidents on the ele- vated railway that fortunately happen very seldom had taken place. The train had run off the track, and one of the cars had been overturned and laid on its side. It was fairly well filled with pasengers. Many of them were bruised, but none was seriously hurt, and willing hands soon assisted them in clambering out of the wreck. One of the passengers was a young married woman who had taken a seat next to a window. This is the story of her escape, as she told it afterwear to intimate friends: “When the car. went over.l fell against the window and broEKe it out. I looked down through the opening, and there, a few inches below me, was the deadly third rail. Two other women had fallen on top of me, and were screaming with all their might. I knew what would happen to me if I touched that rail, and I held myself up from it.” “But how could you do it,’ her friends asked her, ‘with the weight of two other persons pressing you down?’ “Well, I'l tell you,” she said. “] happened to remember that I had left on my desk at home a recipe I had copied from some paper for the cure of corns. Do you think I was going to let anybody find that lying there: Not for worlds! The mere thought of it gave me all the strength I needed. Now don’t you tell anybody about this, or I'll never speak to you again.” But it leaked out, somehow.—Youth's Companion. A Jerome Jeu d’Esprir. Mr. Jerome was seated in his office looking over the papers in some pool room cases, “These one of his assistants ventured to sug- gest. y “Well, I'll just bet you ten to one that they won't,” Mr. Jerome respond- ed promptly. Rejoici good 1 his chie the assi 3 confidence in nt commen 11 san fully and firmly ih 1 to short end of the bet, TL: on moral grounds.—New { York Press. gamblers will beat us yet,” i i | i went into a milli AMERICAN MULE IS A WORKER IN EVERY CLIME The Sun Never Sets on Any Land Where it Has Not Gained Recogni- tion by Modest Merit. The sun never sets on any land waere the American mule is not at work. At least, such is the claim of Missouri- ans, - to whose State the mule Las brought international fame and local goed fortune. Eighty thousand American mules, many if not most of them from Mis- souri, were shipped to Africa during the Boer war. and now the mules for the work on the Panama Canal are to be forwarded from New Orleans. Local dealers there, it is reported, ex- pect that fully 10,000 will be needed. They are preparing to submit bids, and arrangements are being made to bring in from the plantations as many of the animals as may be needed. A former Assistant Postmaster-General will do the purchasing. and the stimu- lus of this increased demand is alrea dy manifest in Missouri. The den:and for American mules for Cuba, for South Africa, for the Philip- pines, for Manchuria, and more re- cently for Panama, bas added to their value in the domestic market. In 1895, ten ago, by the De- partment of Agriculture estimate, the value of the he in the United States was $220,000,000 and of mules $110,- 000.000—twice as much national wealth in hogs as in This year the estimates are: 283,000,000; males, $251,000,0 The American mul ned recog nition slowly. Garlands at county fairs, prizes at agricultural and even blue ns at shows have not advertised him. est merit has won its York Sun. Divine stre ine service. None think the great an but the great.—Y« Liberality is quite d pitality to lies. Revivals Go no prayers of rivalry. erent from hos come in answer to The greatest firmness is the gr mercs.—Longfellow. Mighty little of the Dred comes from the crusty man. Success grows out of stru overcome difficulties.—Smiles. Every one can master a grief but he that hath it.—Shakespeare. Some men would rather argue about dietetics than cat their dinners. The only good thing about post-mor= tem praise is that no one believes if. The best perfection of a religious man is to do common things, in a perfect manner.— Bonaventura. I will not be concerned at other men’s not knowing me. I will be con- cerned at my own want ef ability. Confucius. Obeying the Doctor’s Orders. “We get queer orders now and then in the cigar business,” said a manu- facturer who has a retail store in Broadway. “I have a customer who has been dealing with me for years and who never discovered that smok- ing ten cigars a day between breakfast and dinner disagreed with him until he was fifty-three years old. For a month I have missed him. Last week he came in again and brought the big- gest and blackest cigar made for stock trade. Then he gave me an order for 200 cigars made from his favorite to- bacco, But he wanted them five inches long and one inch in diameter at the centre, ciose-rolled. “We don’t manufacture that size ex- epi for trick cigars,” I'said. = “I know what I am about najre- plied. “The doctor says I must smoke only one cigar a day, and 1 mean to obey him. But I want that one cigar to run the limit.”—New York Press, Colors Birds Don't Like, Red will annoy a turkey-cock as much as a bull, but a sparrow will not let it disturb its mind. But if one shakes a blue rag in front of a caged sparrow’s eyes he will go frantic with disgust. Sparrows and linnets, too, will refuse food offered them on a piece of blue paper, and dislike the ap- pearance of any one wearing a blue dress. Medium light blue affects them most, but blue serge they scarcely mind at all. Thrushes and blackbirds object to yellow, but will use red or blue dried grass left about their haunts to build the outer layers of their nests. Yellow grasses they will not use. — Chicago Journal, Why Washington Was First. The class in history was discussing the cruel conduct of Xing George and the consequent revolution among the colonists in Ame The teacher had just ended a very interesting discourse 1d then asked who was the first Pres- ident. “George Washington class at once. “WLhy was he chosen?” “Because Roosevelt wasn’t born ” said™a little five-year-old.—Al- bany Journal. In ‘Light Distr An cld lady and her The young The eld Charlotte (N. C.) ( Women wore mou er woman said to y C & moruni But f her comp Iam in , point- “is a wid- and she is hat witha nar ve Te: be
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