WANDERLUST. The rcail a ribbon of whlto unfurled, That winds away to the distant world; JL Jrnvo of care itml a son? to sinp, A slHft and crut In my wandering, Kv dunging bells, no tratttc'a din, 3Vor city gates to hold ma In. I har tt calling:, nott and low. And I must answer 1 must go. the slopes, the hills and lens, the glittorlns waste of summer seas; Sacked to rest hy the ocean's tune, As a babe Is Inll -d by Its mofner's croon. Ir away from the factories" frown, And the restless thrnb of the noisy town, J"c sea stars call, the Cross hangs low. Awl 1 must answer I must go. T road It waits, and I hear the song M a rover sung In the city's throng. Tn barter all I havo earned In strife T&r a crust and staff. an,l a rover's life, m heed no volc. that calls me back. Tft my heart is true to tho rover's track, Tfw road is nailing, calling low. And 1 must answer I must go! Will F. Griffin In Milwaukee Sentinel. Ufe t Senora's ChicReiu AN INCIDENT AT PANAMA By STEPHEN KEENS : , A deal depends on the mosqu'to, and one must needs be careful with what kind of Mosquitoes he assod One of the wrong kind put me In tbe hospital with yellow fever, and cat me to Taboga. In the zone "toing to Taboga" sig nifies something rather serious, yet art as serious as "going to Monkey Bill" or "to Flamenco Island;" for if you go to either of these latter places yon. never come back. In other words, Monkey Hill anil Flamenco Island are two cemeteries of the zone, the one at Colon and the other in Panama Bay. While I was at work on the large "navvy" camp at Emperador, In March, 190G, I had occasion to go to the fctilebra camps one evening for some of my carpenter tools, left there the previous week. In passing the low Crmind between the stations, where Ike tow ground between the stations, where the path ran beside the old French chantier, past disused dump ears and a slough overgrown with jmok grass, a swarm of mosquitoes Tree- suddenly about my ears, and jwoved so ravenous that I was bitten wire than a dozen times before I could fpi away from them. To that one en oanter the doctors attributed an at tack of fever which left me so weak Oat I could neither rise nor stand . nkne. It was even worse tr"-n that, Mm I felt numb all over, as if para ayzed. The hospital doctor said that b5s was the sVquela of the malarial fccer; I have an idea that it was in 'font due to "the powerful medicines vhlch they give me. - Be that a9 it fciay, they sent me to Taboga to reimp- - erats. Taboga is an island seven mils nvn the bay from the old City of Pn ama, on the Pacific side of the isth ihws. It is a mile and a half in length Try half a mile, In width, and rises to a height of nearly nine hundred feet. ta fact, It is the top of a mountain alf-siihmerged in the bay. There are two little vlllnrrs on the island, and a PBva!escent hospital for canal em yjnves. Otherwise the island is a kind of ffenic ground for the Panama people, muA is especially noted for its -pine-apples. As the sanatorium was uncomfort ably full of patients at this time, the rtor fn charge sent me to the house f mulatto woman of the Island, Wined Rafaela Marel, who cooked for -Americans there, and for picnic par- ' He. She was noted for her chicken a f Amercaln, and certainly she made palatable chicken sandwiches. Senora Marel's house is several hun dred feet up the hillside from the sea. . 1 would by no means term her a care Ad housekeeper, yet it was a rather nay place for Panama. The senora awke a little English; and there three rooms fronting the sea of which mine was the middle For a week I lay there, nourished for Ow most (art on chicken, looking out a the bay, where our war ships were at anchor, and watching the coastwise sCeaniers going and coming from the One of .the two rooms adjoining jdM served the senora es a kind of IraM store. Here .she had banana cues hung up by the dozen, and low, broad shelf round three of uie room were pineapples anas' custard-apples by the score. Rav AOiing fruity odors were wafted in to an through the open door. ' hat the room on the other eide aoatained was not so clear; in fact, I ftagan to wonder about it, for now and ,len there were odd, rushing sounds 1m there, as of pigs, but no grunting. ' Once in the night, however, I was wakened by a single loud squawk. If I had been able to get up and move about I might have settled the ques tion by opening the door and looking In; but I was quite helpless, or Mwught I was. It did not seem to sac that I possessed strength even la rise to a sitting posture in my rot. It bad rained heavll yone afternoon ad the night was cloudy and dark, ' Ml shortly after 12 the wind rose, mmi blew so hard that my door began jamming violently. -. I shouted several times for the sen am to xome and shut It,' hut she warned to have gone away, or eke to Is) very sound asleep. At last I drowsed off again, but was awakened by some heavy creature Inning furiously over the coverlet of any cot A chair was upset hi the aWkness, and the water basin clat tered o!f the stand! My first thought was that it must be a rig or a dog that bad come in at the open door, 'ihco! Shoo'" I yelled. "Gat out, you tike!" Over went tho wash-stand, and on the instant I felt the brute land on my feet. I had honestly thought that I could not move, but in a sudden ecstasy of fear I drew up both feet and kicked. Clatter-smash went bsain, stand and chairs again, and then swish, with a whiff of repulsive odor, some heavy body dashed across the cot, over my very face! Before I knew it, I was sitting up, striking out with both hands. The beast, whatever It was, landed with a thump on the floor, and then I heard it crawling horribly, scratching Its nails on the tiles! No dog or pig would ever make a noise like that, I was sure. What could it be? Under my pillow I had one of those Iktle vest pocket electric lights, such as are now sold cheaply at all the large stores. I had brought it with from home, and had found it very lir.niiy nt night for looking at my wnfeh. Hastily I now fumbled for it, r.::d finding it, pressed the button. The tiny bright beam picreetl the dark ness and there, squatted, blinking, on my trunk, close to the foot of the cot, was tho worst looking1 object t at I had ever seen. It was brown, scaly, horrible, with a ridge of bristling spines rising along its back, and its glassy eyes were fixed on me! What could it be? I could think only of a Gila monster. Was the isl and infested with them? Or was it some hideous marine thing that had crawled up from the sea? My hand shook as I tried to keep the beam of light focused on the hor ror. Perhaps I dazzled its eyes with it. In jumped, struck on the foot of the cot and about that time I jumped too! I don't know how I did it, but I leaped out of that cot and actually ran out at the door into the patio! I was shouting, too. shouting, "Help! Help!" In fact, I nearly ran Into the Senora Rafaela, who had heard me call her, and in her own good time was com ing to see what I wanted. Naturally the woman waa aston ished. "Senor! Senor Estevan!" she cried. "Is it thou?" "Fetch a light! Fetch a light!" I cried. "There's a Gila monster in my room!" For that was all I could think of as I staggered about there In the darkness,' trying to keep on my feet She brought a candle, and after striking a number of matches, lighted it and peered into the room. "Look out!" I cautioned her. "Cudia! It will jump at you!" But the Senora Rafaela laughed, wholly unterrified. "No tenga mledo, senor" (Do not fear), Bald she, sooth ingly. "Es 'guana aolamente." (It Is only a 'guana.) '"Guana!" I exclaimed, "Si, senor. Es 'guana. Lo mlsmo ticken. All same tlcken." "Tieken?" said I. "What is that? Chicken?" "Si, senor. Muy bueno pava la com ida. Very good to eat." And march ing in with her candle, she captured the horrible creature by the tail, dragged it, scratching on the tiles, In to the other room, and shut the door, which the wind had blown open. I returned to my oot with much matter for reflection, but had the sen ora leave the candle burning. Come to think of it, I had never seen nor heard any chickens about the place; yet the senora's supply of "cold chicken" seemed unlimited. "All the same tlcken!" Those were her "chickens," then and I felt rather sick when I thought of the quantity of it which I had eaten. I imagined that I had something to tell the doctor when he came to see me that morning. "Doctor," I said, "do you know what we are all eating here for cold chicken?" "Oh, yes," said he, laughing. "It Is guana. But it's just as good. Why, all chickens, all fowls and birds of every kind were reptiles once, or are descended from reptiles. It is Just as good." "Oh, all right," I said. "But I have my own opinion of It." Plainly I could not astonish him that way. He had been at Panama a year. But he did .look a little sur prised when I got up off my cot. and took a step or two. I had been pon dering that, too, and concluded that if fear could put me on my feet, A resolute exercise of will power ought also to do it In fact, I left Taboga the next day. But I did not partake of any more of Senora Rafaela's cold chicken. These large lizards, however, are quite fre quently eaten by the Panamanians. Ugly as they look, too, I am assured that they are quite inoffensive. Youth's Companion. Proud of His Dog. "He's the most pestiferous litle pup to town, Sir!" exclaimed the angry neighbor, "and I tell you you've got to keep him at home or I'll take a clnb to him the next time he comes over here and tramples my flower beds and" . "You dare to so much as shake your little finger at that dog of mine and I'll knock your head off!" shout ed other man. "Who 'said anything about your dog? I mean that youngest bo of. yours." "Oh, wen, that's different III give bint a talk hi g too. and whip him if be bothers you any more." Judge. Governor C. E. Hughes of jfew York H a Baptist ' Willi and Grandpa. Willing little Willie Smith Took a strutl one morning- with Grandpa .Smith, both fancy (tee, New fork City far to ace. Strolling thus; at length tliey rune To a structure known to tame, Itroklyn Krtiliyr. whose art-hes spanned Watery leagues, from land lo land. As the old man and the child Stood and watched the river wild. Grandpa leaning o'er the side, Dropped hla matches in the tide. "Wlllie. murmured Grandpa kind, "Save my matches, do you mindT There's a good boy. Jump and get them Ero tbe angry wavca ahull wet them." Willie, with a shout or Joy (He wna such a r!IIVr boy), Leaped Into the water's How Several hundred feet below. Voices rose from mnny n. crew. River whistles trayly blew. "Ship nlmy there. tnnn the hatohosl Grandpa Smith baa lost his matches." Gnllant tars the river crossed, Senrchlnjf for the mntrhea lost. And nt last the box was found. Willie Smith? Oh, he waa drowned. MOIIAU Children, this should teach to you Simple kindnesses ti do. When on little errands sent Always be obedient. Wallace Irwin, in Collier's Weekly. Toad in Terrier's Throat. A fox terrier, owned by Louis Oenln, of Park street. Bloomfield, N. J., picked up a good sised toad and tried to swallow It. The creature wriggled and kicked in the dog's throat, nearly strangling It The terrified terrier, unable to bark, frantically dashed through the street, turning somersaults and rolling about until women sitting on the piazzas of their homes screamed "Mad dog!" A police man killed the animal with a blow on the head. Then the toad jumped out of the terrier's mouth and hopped away. New York World. One Way To Get Out of It. Johnny took his seat In the arith metic class, and the teacher Imme diately asked tor the daily exercises. Johnny hadn't done any, principally because a ball game had proved too fascinating, and then, besides, he wasn't particularly sure which one he ought to da "John," said the teacher eternly, "where Is your exerciser' John caught one terrible glance and resolved to say nothing abont the ball game. "Yon told ns yesterday we were to do the eighteenth. But Jimmy Smith said last night it was the seven teenth." "Well, you've brought nothing at all," said tho teacher. "Please, sir, I was afraid I'd d-do the wrong one, so I didn't do any!" gasped Johnny. Washington Star. Dog Flags Train. In Muskogee a negro who drives the street sweeper has a fine bird dog, which walks ahead of the sweeper nt night and carries a lighted lantern in his mouth. The other night as he was crossing the railroad track lie stopped a minute to look back, and see if the sweeper was coming. Being a dog of happy disposition he wagged his tail, and Incidentally his head wagged at the same time. The switching crew saw the light moving, and stopped their train. It moved again and they started, and the see saw motion was kept up for some time, until the engineer was exhaust ed In operaTTng his reverse lever. He Jumped off and ran back to see what the signals meant, and when he saw the cause of It he said something. It Is needless to say that after this he will work only on signals that are glTen higher from the ground. Kan sas City Journal. Queen Adelaide. Adelaide, queen consort of William IV, king pf Great Britain and Ireland, was the eldest daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Mdningen, a state in Germany. Adelaide was born in the year 1792. She was truly pious, be ing so devout fa her religious obser vances that she rarely took part in any of tbe simple and innocent forms of amusement so prevalent at that time in court circles. Indeed, it was this exemplary character which .might be .said to have won for her a king for a husband, for queen Charlotte of England, hearing of Adelaide's vir tues, recommended her as a fitting companion for her third son, William, then duke of Clarence. At Charlotte's suggestion negotia tions for a marriage between her son and Adelaide were entered into. The match was speedily made, and the marriage took place tn July, 1818. Although Adelaide and William were the parents of several children, they all died In infancy. In 1830 George nr. died, and. having no children to succeed him. the crown reverted to his surviving brother, next in line, William. During William and Adelaide's reign the court of England assumed a pure and elevating atmosphere, proving a model for the yonng. something which atnnot be said of It at any former pe riod. In the year 1837 William IV. died, ind as queen dowager Adelaide sur vived htm twelve years. She was pres tos at tho marriage of the young and beantlfttl Qaeen Victoria and the jharmnag Prince Albert Much of her later life waa spent In works of chari ty and religion. She also endeared heraeaf to the people of England by the geoeroan and ntwight cows aha pursued la regard to William's Illegi timate children, taking them under her own supervision and doing all for them that she could have done had they been her own offspring. During her life no word of calumny ever stained her name, and no act of selfishness can be laid to her door. Other queens there were who left their names more indelibly printed on the pages of history, but none were there more noble and true; none were bet ter as woman, wife, queen and friend. Birmingham Age-Herald. The Gamekeeper's Daughter, In all the great, green, quiet park there wna no little girl or boy to play with; but for all that, little Georgina, the head gamekeeper's daughter, nev er knew what It was to feel lonesome. She had such a playground ami such playfellows as most of us have at times dreamed of but none of us have In reality. In the first place, she lived with her good lather and mother In Just such a thatch-roofed, dlamond'-paned, rose embowered cottage nestling beside a little mlrror-llke lake among century old trees, as one sees in picture books, and reads of In poems and songs of Old England. Almost as far as she could see tho level, green park stretched away, brok en here and there by clumps of giant oaks, and beyond up against the sky was the blue line of hills that formed the edge cf the world; and this lovely world was all her own, for, of course, Georgina, the only child, ruled In the pretty cottage as completely as her father lorded It over his many furred and feathered subjects. In whatever direction Bhe chose to wander she saw her playmates wait ing, as she always supposed, for her to come and play with them. On the little lake by the cottage floated and quacked and honjted ducks of every color, white geese and gray, and black geese, and graceful, long necked swans. At quite the other side of the lake she might see at the same time a herd of fallow deer, their brown bodies dappled with spots of snowy white, their heavy horns contrasting strangely with the' slender tree-like horns of the red deer. Innumerable little gray rabbits hopped noiselessly about In all direc tions, and English pheasants the hens in modest buff, the cocks in gorgeous brown, blue and gold darted swiftly among the underbrush; but the queer est of all her friends were the gray kangaroos "Hoppityhops'f Georgina called them. The grounds around the cottage were fenced off from the sur rounding park, but Georgina had so frequently accompanied her father out side In liia search for pheasants' nests, or to see how the deer fared, that she felt perfectly at home even when alone. Perhaps her greatest Joy was In coaxing acquaintance with the timid baby deer. If she came suddenly upon one hiding In the grass or behind a stone, It frequently remained quite mo tionless, curled up into the smallest possible space "and pressed fiat to the ground, only Its watchful eye proving that it was wideawake and very anx ious. In the leafy forest this would be Its safest course, for there its protec tive coloring would render it almost Invisible, but In the open park, on the green grass, its inherited instinct for concealment failed It, and it was all too visible to friend or foe. Georgina would creep up ever so quietly and sit down beside it Sometimes she even succeeded in stroking its soft coat. Then the mother deer would circle anxiously around, coming as near as she dared, her great ears thrown for ward, every nerve tense, and ready to spring away at the least hostile move; but It always ended by the fawn sud denly scrambling to its long thin legs, and, with little cries of alarm, dashing over the greensward to Join Its mother and find concealment In the deep sha dows of the cool forest. J. M. Gleeson in St. Nicholas. Prices of Slaves. "Slaves," said the Socialist, smiling grimly, "should be interested In the price of other slaves. Well, then: "Before the 'war a . good strong man was worth $2500; a woman $1, 500, a child, $500. "In riome, In the Golden Age, a la borer only cost $100, and sometimes, after a great victory and an influx of captives Into the capital, it was pos sible to buy strong, capable slaves for $5 apiece. - "Skilled slaves, men with trades, brought higher prices. Cicero paid $1000 for a scribe; Catiline bad a cook that cost him $2500. "A gardener was worth $300, a blacksmith $750, an actor $5000, a physician $10,000." Louisville Courier-Journal. Was the Best Man. In Eldorado a bridegroom gave his best man an envelope' containing a twenty dollar bill to be given to the clergyman after the ceremony. The best man Is found to have given the preacher an envelope containing a one dollar bill. Kansas City Star. Agreed For One. "A poor man's chances for becom ing rich," declared the optimist, "are as good as they ever were." "Yes," responded the pessimist "Just about" Washlngten Herald. PEARL3 OF THOUGHT. Words never fall a smooth hypo crite. There's always room for a few more at the bottom. A funny story gets more applause than sensible talk. ' It's a woman's plain duty to be as handsome as she can. Jonah was the first man on record to get Insldo Information. It takes a fool to fool himself into the belief that he Isn't foolish. Popularity Is an article -that isn't displayed on bargain counters. It's up to a married man to be a husband not merely an ex-bachelor. When a society woman attempts to put on style, it looks much like a take off. No, Alonzo, a man seldom puts his foot In it when he takes a step In the right direction. Feninia suffragists, Cordelia, are Jmst plain women and tho plainer they are thl more they stiff or. It Is far better for a girl to remain single than marry a good-looking man, for he will monopolize the mirror. Probably nothing tickles a fat wo man more than to encounter another woman who Is much fatter than her self. It depends a great deal on tho size of a man's bank balance whether his ailment Is gout or Just ordinary rheu matism. From "Pointed Paragraphs In the Chlcabo News. LEARNING FROM OUR SCHOOLS, Europe Thinks American System Near ly Perfect, Except for Absence of Trade Institutions. When Sir Alfred Mosely last year sent two hundred teachers to the Unit ed States to study the American pub lic school system his main object was to gain Information on which to found the necessary reforms In schools In England It appears now that tho ob servations made by the teachers' com mission abroad will benefit all Europe. Opinions expressed by British teach ers on their return are being reflected In educational papers throughout Ger many, Austria and France. In Germany a discussion of the problems has al ready caused school boards to take Bteps for the introduction of import ant Innovations. Whllo the general educational scheme followed by American schools Is heartily applauded, German peda gogues Join their British colleagues In their criticism of two very Important points, namely, the employment of female teachers In boys' classes and the absence of technical training, In which France leads, with Germany a close second. "But for want of trade high schools, the American public school system might be called perfect," says one au thority. Horr Ullmann, ot Berlin, provincial school director, remarks: "In prevail ing conditions trade schools are an ab solute necessity. Our boys cannot all become professional men. Many branches of commerce and Industry are so specialized that training is ab solutely necessary. Unless we provide this training our schools will turn out a lot of Idlers and Jacks of all trades who have no future unless their wealthy parents can stake money In of some venture," Berlin Correspond ence of the New York Herald. Common Nest for Cat and Hen. Bowdolnham cats are noted for their sagacity, but it remains for the Intelligent feline owned by Mrs. Sam uel Donnell of that town to cap the climax. "Our cat has taken a strange place to rear her last kittens," Mrs. Don nell told the Journal Friday. "Her children were born In a hen's nest, ever since she has persisted in keep ing them there. The queer part of it Is the philosophical way In which the hen seems to take the matter. "When she wants to lay an egg she pecks at the kittens, who are ' too small to resent It, and If the mother is near she pushes them gently from the nest. Just as soon as the hen has laid her egg the cat grabs the kittens and puts them In the nest again and it is no unusual thing for cat, kittens, eggs and hen to be all together in one glorious mlxup. Ken nebec Journal. Sermons In the Library. In the Congressional Library are six alcoves and 124 shelves filled with vol umes ot printed sermons, making a total of about Ave thousand volumes, more or less. Most of them are old and out of print. As Mr. Spofford says, the publication of sermons has gone out of style. The first book on the first shewf In the first alcove contains a colletcton ot Lyman Abbott's sermons, delivered from the pulpit of Plymouth Church, Brooklyn, and published under the title "The Life That Really Is." The last volume on the last shelf in the last alcove is a ponderous tome, bound In pigskin containing the homi lies of an Italian monk named Zuccolo, on "The Divine Evangelists." The librarians say that Phillips Brooks is read more than any other serraoniier. Rabertson, an English preacher at Brighton, comes next, and then Beecher, Spurgeon, Charles Klngsley and Professor Swing. Wash ington Star. - The Bishop of London has ruled that the Church of England, not being re sponsible far civil marriages, a clergy man of that church can officiate at the wedding of a alvoraed person whose previous marriage took place in a reg ister B)OB TXi N C R N I W Q t HEUt A .n " rie," Detalls of Making and Manner of Cak ing the Tom Sawyer. "What? You didn't know they ever put potatoes In clam pies Why! They always do; always; only" said a man who knows all about clam pies, "there's right wajs of doing It, and wrong ways. "Some people put boiled mashed potatoes Into clam pie, which, of course, is wrong; and then some peo ple put In potatoes cut Into cubes or dice, which Is foolish and frivolous ond out of keeping with the clam. The real way to fix potatoes for a clam pie Is to take medium-sized po tatoes and peel 'em and then cut them Into not very thick strips of uniform thickness, so that they'll look nice in the pie and so that they'll all cook alike, "And then some people chop up the clnms for a clam pie, a terrible mis take to make. Chopping the clams messes 'em all up, and that way you lose half the Julce3 of the clams, lost In the chopping bowl. The true way to fix the clams Is this: You take medium-sized clams of uniform size put v iftpTTi rn n nnnrr nnn cimn them Into pieces not too small; they look better that way, and they are better, and so they taste better. "Of course, you have for the pie a number of thin and narrow strips of pork of the sort ijhnt has a streak" of lean In it; and when you have got all the Ingredients ready, composing, so to speak, the pie stuff, you cook them all together, partly, enough so that when you come to p'.u this filling In the pie and put the pie in the oven to bake, the baking will bring the whole pie out cooked perfectly. . "Now, of course, there are all sorts of clam pies; small Individual clam pics, and pies cooked In dishes of various larger sizes, to be cut up and served; and different people may have different notions about what size and shape is best for dishes to cook clam pies in; but the best clam pies I ever ate were cooked In a dish about fifteen Inches In diameter by about three and a half Inches. "The pies baked In this dish were made with no bottom crust, but with a crust all around the walls of the dish, and of course, the crust on top. And whenever a clam pie was baked In this dish there was brought into use with It a teacup which was es pecially reserved for th(s purpose only and which was used in .the manner that I will now describe to you. "This teacup was a very deep cup, or a very tall cup when you turned If Ana, hnHnM 11.1 nnA marla nt thin china. And when the filling was in the pie and it was all ready to put on tho top crust that tall, thin cup was set In the centre of the pie, bottom up, and then the top crust, wih a hole In It of exactly the right size at the centre, was put on the pie, leaving now the bottom, or as we now have It placed, the top of the cup, project'; Ing up at the centre above the top crust like a little dome. "The object of the' dome? Why. as the pie bakes the steam within, or a good part of It, rises not to saturate the top crust and make that soggy, but It rises In the cup, to be con densed in the dome and go back with all Its flavor and richness Into the pie Itself, making the filling rich and el egant, as It ought to be. While the cru'st remained nice and light; and then when you came to eat your por tion or portions of this clam pie you could break up that nice light crust and sop It In the juices of the pie if you wanted to. "And when you get a hold of a clam pie built like that, why, then you be gin to realize what a great joy a real clam pie can be." New York Sun. Birds Cutting Away Pillar. Birds are cu'tlng away the pillars of the Kosclubo county courthouse, which has long been regarded as one of the most handsome county capital buildings In the state. The exterior Is constructed of limestone, and for many months sparrows and pigeons have been pecking Into the stone for gravel. In consequence many of the pillars on the second and third floors have been more than half eaten away. A similar condition Is found on the first story. Several hundred pigeons have made their home in the belfry for years. The county commissioners will take some action at the next reg ular, meeting to eliminate the , danger of portions of the building falling down. Warsaw correspondence In dianapolis News. Bees Have an Inn Sign. At Grantham a remarkable sight has been witnessed outside a public house known as the Beehive Inn. Over the doorway Is a hive in which bees store their honey, and It is be lieved to be the only "living" public house sign in England. The sunshine of Saturday had a surprising effect and tbe occupants of the hive were swarmin?, much tc the discomfort of those who desired to enter the inn to quench their thirst. Thousands of bees were fly ing about and a large crowd of per sons stood at a respectful distance watching the landlord collecting them In another hive by the side of the footpath near the door. The London Standard. Sizing Her Up. "You don't seem to like Miss Gab ble, Mrs. Malaprop," remarked Mrs. Browne. "Why Is it?" "I detest her," replied Mrs. Mala prop, "because she's nothing but scandal mongrel and everybody that knows her will collaborate that state mentPhiladelphia Press.
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