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Bold Snake Capture
Holde the Frightened Girl While
He Drinks His Fill of Lacteal
Fluid — Escapes but Injures
Her Foot.
Miss Marie Czerney, daughter of
prominent residents of Bon Homme
county, had a thrilling adventure with
a monster snake, as the result of
which she narrowly escaped death by
blood poison, by stepping on a rusty
nail while trying to escape from the
snake.
The young woman, with a pall in
Per hand, went to her favorite Jersey
for the purpose of doing her evening
milking, During the day the animal
had been picketed in a tame grass
plot, and at the time of milking still
bore the picket line. The Jersey ap-
peared to be greatly annoyed by flies
and mosquitoes and changed ker po-
sition a number of times.
As the cow changed position Miss
Czerney would follow it up, and dur-
ing this operation her ankle became
entangled as she supposed in the pick-
et rope. The cow seemed to grow
quieter and after milking steadily for
several minutes Miss Czerney became
concerned at the small amount of
milk in the pail.
Fearing that the pail had sprung a
sa Pretty Milkmaid
leak she looked full into it and ate
tempted to raise it, when she wns hor
rified by the discovery that a monster
snake had its head in the pail, the
weight of the reptile making it diffi
cult to raise the pail from the ground.
The snake had evidently been drinks
ing the milk about as fast as it poured
into the pail.
Greatly frightened by the discovery,
Miss Czerney gave a scream, sprang
to her feet and made a dash for her
home. But she had taken only a few
steps when she made the further dis-
covery that instead of her ankle be-
ing entangled in the picket rope, it
was the snake which was entwined
around her ankle, The reptile was
coiled so tightly and was of such
weight that the young lady was
thrown violently to the ground.
Finally gaining her freedom from
the monster, which she was able to
shake off only after superhuman ef-
forts, she continued her flight toward
home.
In her haste she stepped on a rusty
nail, which penetrated the flesh to the
depth of about two inches. Blood
poison set in and only by the hardest
kind of work was the life of the young
woman saved.—St. Paul Dispatch.
Whisky Both Peculiar and Plentiful
Many Kinds of Fiery Liquid That
Titillate Man's Interior Re-
gions—The Old Sporting Drink
That Killed Father.
The following is a partial list of the
varieties of whisky now in stock in
Tombstone: :
Common whisky, the kind that kill-
ed father at the tender age of ninety-
three.
Sporting whisky, the kind that
makes the game rich and the player
go the limit.
Business whisky, the kind that
makes a fellow who never had any
business in his life hold you up at
every corner and submit a $1,000,000
scheme.
Mysterious whisky, the kind that
causes your neighbor to lead you away
around behind the Gragoon mountains
with an air of profound secrecy, then
confide something to you that was all
over the town the day before.
Social whisky, the kind that causes
a man who has known you for ten
years and has never spoken to you to
single ¥ou out and make a confidant
of you.
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Knowing whisky, the kind that
swells the absorber thereof until the
wise guy Solomon is on the bum.
Roaring whisky, the kind that sud-
denly sets the quietest fellow in town
to vociferating and swinging his arms
in unoffending space.
Fighting whisky, the kind that sud-
denly overcomes its vietim with every
conceivable species of pathos and
makes of him a pitiful spectacle.
Bad whisky, exceedingly scarce, the
kind that makes a man quiet, sullen
and dangerous.
Loving whisky, the sort that causes
him to draw near, put his arm around
vour neck and emit a breath in your
face that would drive a turkey buz-
zard away from a dead coyote.
There are several other varieties
in Tombstone, conspicuously honest
whisky, which causes a man to pay
his debts when under its influence,
then kick himself about it whefl he
gets sober; then the brand that causes
him to do the agreeable to everybody
he meets on the streets, then go home
and lick his wife until the neighbors
interfere.— Tombstone Prospector.
Cock F ighting Once Famed in England
Ancient History of Fighting Poul- | arch had a cockpit built in Whitehall,
try Known as Dorking—Caesar
Finds One Breed of Poultry— |
A Royal Sport.
That breed of fighting poultry
known as Dorking has an ancient bis-
tery. The Romans introduced it into
' England and taught the Britons to
breed it for the table. But Caesar
and his legions found one breed of
poultry already domiciled in
country, imported by even earlier vis-
itors, the Phoenicians. These fowls
that |
were kept for pleasure and diversion |
—that is, for cock fighting—and the
breed was already many centuries old
when the Romans came. The Phoe-
nicians and the Greeks knew all about
the game fowl; they drew their knowl-
edge of the sport from the Persians,
while in India, nearly 3,000 years ago,
the fighting cock fought and flour-
ished as it does to this day.
Cock fighting was a royal sport in
England, though now and again edicts
against it were promulgated. King
Edward III, issued ome, and so did
Henry VIII, though the latter mon-
so that he himself might indulge in
the pastime. But no edicts could put
an end to cock fighting, and it flour-
ished under the Stuarts, though Crom-
well prohibited it. There is an inter-
esting record of the sport in the reign
of Charles II. Cosmo, grand duke of
Tuscany, while paying England a vis-
it, went in state to the theater ap-
propriated to cock fighting, a common
amusement of the English, who even
in the public streets, take a delight
in seeing such battles, and consider-
able bets are made on them.”
Cock fighting in England reached its
zenith early in the last century. At
that time distinguished visitors were
treated by each corporation to cock
fights instead of fireworks and music
by the local band. Every sporting no-
bleman had his own strain of game
fowl. The numbers that were killed
in the ring were immense. In a sin-
gle season in one town 1,000 cocks
perished. In the Easter week of 1822
in one pit 188 cocks fought each other
and $30,000 changed hands in wagers.
Men Beat Women at the Gossiping Game
Quilting Bee Gabfests Vindicated
by Truth Regarding Predilec-
tion of Men to Talk About
Their Fellows—An Instance.
“They accuse women of being the
prize gossipers,” said ‘the man who
observes many things, “but I have
known men who for gossiping nad any
women I ever knew beat to death.
The way in which they would pick up
things and exaggerate them made me
sick. Ordinarily they were real nice
chaps, but when they got together
they spent many hours picking other
people’s reputations to pieces. A story
told by them without exaggeration
didn’t go in that society worth a cert.
It would have to be wildly exagger-
ated, and, strange to say, the wilder
the exaggeration the more they cred-
ited the story. I remember an in-
stance where a young bank cashier
when called upon to cash a check dis-
covered that the name had been
forged. He so reported to his man-
agement. The result was that the
fellow who tried to cash the check
was arrested. Though the thing was
kept quiet, one of the members of this
reputation destroying society got wind
of it, and he told it to his crowd with
a little embellishment. They in turn
touched it up in repeating it and in a
very short time it was noised about
that the young cashier had been guilty
of forgery and had been arrested. The
young cashier heard of it and traced
all the stories down. All of them he
learned came from members of the
gossiping club, and having had deal-
ings with this crowd before, he pro-
ceeded to give every member the
d—mdest licking he had ever had. It
did them good. Whenever you want
a conservative story of something that
has happened go to one of those mem-
bers and you'll get it.”
Must Face Mother To-Day
Which Is to Drive Straight Home
and Tell Mother and Surren-
der Me Dead or Alive—So I'm
\ Waitin’ Here.
I’ got to face mother to-day, fer a fact!
YT got to face mother to-day!
And jist how I'll dare to, an’ how she
will act,
Is more than a mortal can say!
But I' got to face her—I' got to! and so
Here's a’ old father clean at the end of
his row!
And Pink and Wade's gone to the farm
fer her now—
And I'm keepin’ house fer em here-—
Their purty, new house—and—all paid fer!
But how
Am I goin’ to meet her and clear
Up my actchully heppin’ ‘em , both to
e-lope 7—
('Cause Mother wuz set—and
other hope!)
1 don't think it’s Wade she's so blased
wuz no
aeg'in,
But his bizness,—a raiiroadin’ man
*
At runs a switch-engine, day out and
ay in,
And’s got to make hay while he can—
It’s a dangersome job, I'll admit—but see
what
A fine-furnished home ’at he’s already
got
And Pink—w’y, the girl wuz jist pinin’
away,—
So what could her old father do
When he found her, hid-like, in a loose
load of hay,
But jist to drive on clean into
The alage of the city, where—singalar
thing!—
Wade switched us away to the Squire,
jing!
Now—a-leavin’ me here—they’ve driv off,
with a cheer,
On their weddin’ trip—which is to drive
Straight home and tell Mother,—and toll
her back here
And surrender me, dead er alive!
So I'm waitin’ here—not so blame’ averly
gay
As I wuz—'cause I' got to face Mother
to-day!
—James Whitcomb Riley in The Reader.
REMARKABLE DOG.
Answers in Dog Language Responses
Coming in Barks.
Berlin seems to be the center at
present of animal prodigies. “First
Consul,” the man-imitating ape, was
a lme reigning sensation, Hans, the
educated horse, performed marvelous
feats of intelligence. But Nora, the
beautiful canine whose picture Is
shown, surpasses either of these,
Nora's owner is the noted painter,
Emilio Rendich, who first called at-
tention to Hans,
Nora's strong point is mathematics.
Arithmetical sums stated in words or
written on a blackboard are worked
out with unvarying precision. The
problem is stated as follows:
“Now, Nora, pay attention to me.
Multiply four by three, add one, and
deduct seven. Now give me the an-
swer.”
Nora promptly responds with six
quick barks and stops after the sixth
round without any visible sign from
Herr Rendich. Nora solves all sorts
of arithmetical problems in the same
prompt and correct way. ?
The curious part of the perforntance
is that Nora has been known to work
with the same precision and accuracy
with strangers, in the absence of Herr
Rendich. Many observers of the dog
have declared these achievements arg
inexplicable unless it be conceded
that the dog possesses intelligence
identical with that of human beings.
BEES IN THE HOME.
Fad Has Struck Country House Own.
ers—The Honeycomb.
Agriculture is the latest fad of the
London smart set. Of course, bee
hives form a part of the outfit of ay
country homes, but now it is consid
ered quite smart to have bee hives ir
the drawing room, and samples of the
skill of the exhibitor as a bee-raise:
are kept under glass cases. The moth
er of General Baden-Powell, for in
stance, keeps two hives in the music
room. These are of more than usua’
size and are richly ornamented upow
the outside. A large glass window
permits the visitor to sit and watek
the various processes in comfort and
there is always in progress the forma
tion of some curious model of wax foi
which a frame has been especially
constructed. Boats, bicycles, automo
biles and similar objects are roughly
modeled in honeycomb, and when com
pleted they are removed from the
hive and carefully drained of the
honey, the empty cells being mounted
for the collection. As the presence
of the bees flying about the place
would cause apprehension, the bees
are not permitted to enter the roc
but are allowed access to the garden
through a pipe piercing the wall of
the chamber. The fad is of general
adoption and the wax models have
served as centerpieces at some of
the most important dinners of the
present season.
Cheap Summer Clothes.
This is the season when the clever
woman visits the.shops and replen-
ishes her wardrobe. In a few weeks
the fall suits and hats will fill the
stores, and meantime summer things
are marked down to almost nothing
compared with their original price.
Linen suits that brought $25 early in
the season may now be had for $9 or
$10. Embroidered shirt waists are
reduced about half; good linen skirts
are sold for $2 and $3; 50-cent belts
are now going for 10; straw hats may
be had for the proverbial song, and
linen shirt waist suits that have sold
for $8, $10 and $12 may now be pcked
up at $4 and $5. These things will
not look old-fashioned next summer.
A few necessary alterations may he
performed at home and considerable
wear achieved before linen frocks are
called in for 1905.
Size of Indian Territory.
The Indian Territory is nearly as
big as Indiana. It has 20,000,000 acrc:
of arable land, 3,000,000 acres of goo
timber, 2,000,000 acres under which
there is oil and gas, and 800,000 acres
of coal. It has not much less than
1,000,000 people by this tirae, la ce
and growing towns, well-tilled farms
and a good railroad system for haul-
ing their produce.—St. Louis Repub-
lie.
Days of Training Ship Ended.
Especial interest attached to the re-
cent distribution of prizes on board H.
M. S. Britannia, at Dartmouth, Eng-
land, as it was the last function the
decks of the old cadet ship will wit-
ness. The cadets, after the holidays,
will be housed in the new Naval col-
lege, erected at Dartmouth at a cost
of nearly £500,000.
|
«Milady’s Purse,
She was an heiress and the purse
She carried In her dainty hand
Might well the fortunes reimburse
Of any spendthrift in the land
At least,
Yet
most men imagined so,
they for years might rack their
brains,
And after all would never know
The total wealth that purse contains.
So here in full we give the list,
From which no item has been missed:
A bit of string, a button hook,
A clipping from a cooking book,
A little Turkish cigarette,
A bit of gum (unused as yet),
Samples of gingham, organdie,
Chiffon, crepon ard aimity,
Besides a shred of. mousseline
De sole, a worn-out safety pin,
A collar button made of bone,
A lock of hair (perhaps her own),
A fashionable modiste's ecard,
A strip of blue and white foulard,
A picture postal card from Rome
And half a dime to take her home.
~Catholic Standard and Times.
When Ape Showed Bravery.
An exciting scene occurred on the
main deck of an Ohio steamer during
the transportation of Robinson's ex-
position of animals.
A huge elephant and a monster
rhinoceros managed to escape from
their quarters and meeting on deck,
they started fighting fiercely.
Horses were knocked down and
trampled to death under the feet of
the infuriated monsters. Cages were
smashed into fragments and the terri-
ble shrieks of the dying and wounded
animals filled the air as the battle
raged fiercely.
Presently a huge ape came upon the
scene and, picking up a grappling bar,
rushed toward the combatants and at-
tempted to part them, but without
avail. He had, however, shown his
bravery.
The elephant and rhinoceros were
finally parted by being deluged with
steam and hot water from the boiler
pipes.
Dueling on Bicycles.
Dueling on ticycles is reported to
be a new diversion in Spain. Two
members of the Bicycle club of Gran-
ada recently met in a knife -duel,
which is probably the first encounter
of the kind ever fought upon wheels.
Accompanied by their seconds, they
wheeled out some distance on the road
to Malaga, to a secluded spot. There,
posted 700 feet apart, at a sign they
wheeled toward each other, each di-
recting the machine with the left
hand, and brandishing in the right
that terrible knife of Spain—the nava-
ja. At the first clash Perez pierced
the left arm of Marcus, but at the
third encounter Marcus thrust his
knife into Perez's right breast. In a
few minutes the latter died of internal
hemorrhage.
Makes Money on a Tiny Farm.
The most suecessful farmer in the
United States resides at Hyde Park,
Pa. His farm contains three and one-
half acres of land, only two and one-
half of which are cultivated, but they
yield him annually $1,200 to $1,500.
From the profits of his intensive farm-
ing he has paid $3,800 for his property,
which consists of a modern two-story
brick house, with barn, chicken yard,
orchard and three and one-third acres
of land, and he has besides raised and
educated a family of three children.
He has no other occupation.
The name of this unusual man is
Oliver R. Shearer. He is a Pennsyl-
vania German, whose ancestors were
Pennsylvanians for 100 years.
Colored Wood.
A considerable industry has recent
ly been developed in Sweden on the
basis of an invention made by Joseph
Phister, an Austrian, whereby coloring
matter is forced into fresh-cut wood.
It takes the place of the sap, and gives
to the wood a brilliant color, which
does not fade after the wood has be-
come seasoned. Birch, beech, alder,
maple, elm and basswood are the va-
rieties most successfully treated. The
dye can be forced through lengths of
wood as great as 13 feet. When sea-
soned and polished the colored wood
presents a beautiful appearance, and
is largely used for making furniture,
and also for the fittings of ships and
street cars.
Nature’s Curiosities.
Corea has two springs of water, sit
uated at some distance from each
other, which are very peculiar. Al-
though they have the entire breadth of
the peninsula between them, when one
is full the other is always empty.
They are, of course, connected by a
long underground passage, yet the
water in one is bitter and the water
in the other is pure and sweet.
There is a cavern named Cold Wind
cave. From it a wintry wind blows
perpetually. So fierce and strong is
the icy current of air, travelers say,
that an athletic man is unable to stand
up at the mouth of the cave.
Wastage of Pins,
The largest pin factory in the world
is that at Birmingham, where 37,000,-
000 pins are manufactured every work:
ing day. All the other pin factories
together turn out about 19,000,000 pins
every day. Taking the population of
Burope at 250,000,000, every fourth
person must lose a pin every day to
use up the daily production.
Brave Girl Subdued Bull.
When a formidable looking bull,
which was being got ready for an agri-
cultural show, broke loose from its
stall at Tellia Farm, near Prestatyn,
Wales, and was proceeding to smash
everything within reach, the farmer’s
daughter rushed up and secured. the
animal by the ring in his nose, holding
him until assistance arrived.
QUEER CRADLES.
What Children Are Rocked In——Just
as Happy.
When a baby is born in Guinea all
sorts of funny things happen to it, Its
mother buries it in the sand up to its
waist, so It cannot get into bad mis
chief, and this is the only cradle it
knows anything about.
The little Lapp infant is cradled in
a shoe—his mother's. This is a big
affair covered with skin and stuffed
with soft moss. This can be hung on
a tree or covered up with snow while
mamma goes to church or any place
where babies are not invited.
The baby of India rides in a basket
which hangs from its mother's head
or from her hip, or in a hammock. In
some parts the baby's nose is adorned
with a nose ring, and in others its
face is wrapped in a veil like its
mother,
The Chinese baby is tied to the back
of an older child.
The Mongolian infants travel about
in bags slung on a camel's back.
In some countries the mothers lay
their babies where a stream of water
falls on their heads. This is to make
them tough, which it does unless the
babies die as a result of this treat-
ment. Another mother covers her
baby's head with paste, while the Tar-
tar baby is covered with butter. The
Turkish baby is salted—perhaps to
keep it sweet-—while the worst fate
of all falls to the lot of the newly born
children in Bulgaria. Their mothers
put a hot omelette on the little ones’
heads to make them solid and protect
them from sunstroke. The Bulgarian
baby doesn’t like it any better than
you would. He makes a great howl
about it, but it is not a bit of use. His
mother thinks she knows better about
some things than he does, so he has to
submit, which he does with a very bad
grace indeed.
The Maid of Other Days.
Oh, vanished maids of grandma's day,
What darksome lives were, those you
led!
Obliged in youth to pick your way;
Uncertain paths to keep and tread;
No experts had you to advise,
To counsel, caution or direct
Your maiden steps; no mentors wise,
Or faithful watchers circumspect.
When grandpapas a-calling came,
No chats with girls were yours to tell—
The judgment of some worthy dame—
The time to sound the curfew bell;
And all in vain you sought the truth—
They tell it now—if ‘twas a sin,
When after dark a comely youth
Had seen you home, to ask him in.
You never learned—oh, vanished fair!—
You could not, had it been your wish—
The latest way to best prepare
Your luncheon in a chafing-dish.
And e'en perhaps you never read
The fact that hungry companies
Would rather starve than not be fed
From Mrs. Cookem’s recipes.
You could not tell, I'll wager now,
Of countless things the etiquette;
In spite of which, somewhere, somehow,
You got your start; and yet—and yet
It really is a problem quite
To find what saved you from the bad;
You had no “Hints” to guide you right;
Your mothers, they were all you had.
—Arthur H. Folwell in The Sunday Mag-
azine. ®
King of the Penguins.
The “emperor” penguin, one of the
discoveries of Capt. Scott's recent
antarctic expedition, was the subject
of an interesting illustrated lecture
by Dr. Wilson before the recent orni-
thological congress in London. The
bird stands about four feet high,
weighs eighty pounds or more, and
with its black coat and erect posture
has, when seen at a distance, a truly
startling resemblance to a dwart
man. These “emperors” of the pen:
guin world live upon the great girdle
of pack ice which surrounds the ant-
arctic continent, and seem to depend
daily for their food on crustaceans
caught in the crevices of the ice.
The female lays a solitary egg,
which is caught on the great web
feet, so that it never touches the ice,
and is held there covered with the
mother’s body until hatching occurs.
For a Girl to Know.
Some one has suggested a few
things that every girl can learn before
she is 12. Not every one can learn
to play or sing or paint well enough
to give pleasure to her friends, but the
following “accomplishments” are
within everybody's reach:
Shut the door and shut it softly.
Keep your own room in tasteful or-
der.
Have an hour for rising, and rise.
Never let a button stay off twenty.
four hours.
Always know where your things are
Never let a day pass without doing
something to make somebody com-
fortable.
Learn to make bread as well as
cake.
Never go about with your shoes un-
buttoned.
Meat Is Unpopular.
“I never knew meat to be so unpop
ular as it has been this summer,” said
a prosperous butcher. “Of course I al-
ways expect the meat sales to fall off
in the warm weather, but this year 1
have sold only one-half as much as 1
did last summer. One customer—a
landlady, who has twenty-five board
ers—tells me that she can hardly get
her boarders to touch the meat dishes,
and she is rejoicing. Even ham, the
old standby, which is generally in good
demand even in the most scorching
weather, is frowned upon, and the beet
trust would soon go to pieces if ite
produce were mo more popular the
year round than it has been this sum-
mer,
Snuff Boxes Again in Use,
After having been on the semi-re-
tired list for many years, the snuff
box is once again in evidence in the
shops. Even cigar stores had not
not been showing sneeze-producer
holders in recent seasons. The con-
sumption of snuff is considerably
y greater in winter than in summer,
HORSE SENSE.
me
How Jo Fixed the Pump and Charged
$5 for It.
The question of remuneration for
labor, always a mooted one, is suse
ceptible of being viewed from various
standpoints,
In a small community in Texas
where water is hard to find, Mr. Hen
derson, the owner of a well, fitted out
with a patent pump, was a person 5
consequence, It was, also, matter of
public concern when the pump got out
of gear and refused to perform its
proper functions,
All the men in the locality spent the
day in Henderson's back yard, coms
sulting and “tinkering,” jointly and
severally, at the pump; but all to no
avail.
Finally along came a young fellow,
Jo Brady by name, from a neighbors
ing ranch. He looked the pump over,
rapped it on the head with a hammer,
thought a couple of minutes, and in
side of two minutes more had it im
working order again. Approbation
was general.
“Just name your price, Jo, my boy,”
said the owner of the pump heartily.
Jo considered a bit and then said
that he guessed five dollars would be
about right.
There was a change at this, and re-
marks of a different nature from ap-
probation were freely indulged in.
“Now, see here, Jo,” said the ag-
grieved Henderson, “I thought you
was a square kind of a chap! That
ain't any white man’s charge. Why,
you don’t do nothin’ at all—any one
of us could a done what you done—
and you wa'n't more'n five minutes
doin’ it, neither. Fifty cents ‘ud be &
big price for that work you done!”
Jo considered again.
“All right,” he said, “I'll make
another charge. I'll send you my
bill,” he added, turning on his heel.
When the bill carfie it read thus:
For working on one pump five
Minutes ........:0vssnsnsienns
For horse-sense that no other
mother’s son of you could
scratch. up .......h. ee srensns 3D
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China's Bows and Arrows.
Though an attempt was made two
years ago to abolish bows and arrows
as the national weapons of China the
work has only been accomplished
within the last few weeks. The im-
perial archers have existed up to the
time the royal edict put them out of
business about a month ago. The em-
peror’s decree is as follows: “Our dy-
nasty was established by means of the
bow and arrow and the art is still
therefore kept up in the examination
of officials and the drilling of troops.
Lately, however, military science has
improved and weapons are being mod="
ernized every day and we must imi-
tate the martial spirit of our ances.
tors by using our best endeavors to es
tablish a strong government. Here-
after the princes, dukes and ministers
of the eight banners must all earnest-
ly practice military art and attain the
utmost proficiency, which will leave
no time for the observance of mere
forms, and we order all officials in fu-
ture not to carry the bow and arrow
when they attend state ceremonies,
ror are imperial bodyguards or the
palace guards to use them, but the
best weapons must be provided for
them.
the necessary regulations for the prop-
er testing of military efficiency for the
soldiers and let the said board report
thereon.”
Calling to the Pagan.
Oh, Summer, with your wooing breeze,
That stirs my blood like wine,
Oh, Summer, with your purple seas,
You call the pagan in my breast,
The pagan centuries at rest,
‘Who worshiped at your shrine.
The pagan loved your flelds and hills
And woods, as do now;
The pagan knew the joy that thrills
My being when I hear the song
Of birds at twilight, and the long,
Long thoughts that calm my brow.
Oh, Summer, let me be again,
As centuries ago,
A pagan worshiping, as then,
Your glorious sun, without a thought
Of greed or gain that men have brought
To fill our world with woe.
A pagan quaffing life with love,
And laughing when the whole
Is done—the morning stars above
Sing in his ears their song sublime
Of joy beyond the touch of time,
The passion of the soul.
Oh, Summer, let your splendor steal
Me from my trodden ways,
And let me live and love and feel
Without regret—without the prod
Of right and wrong or vengeful God—
Bring back those fair, glad days.
Sweet Summer, with your wooing breeze,
That stirs my blood like wine;
Oh, Summer, with your purple seas,
The pagan centuries at rest
Is here forever in my breast
To worship at your shrine.
—Lippincott’s.
Why, Indeed? \
“Well,” said the passenger to the
drummer in tune smoking compart-
ment, “I'm “disappointed in you.”
“How s0?” queried the drummer.
“There's a perfect dream of a girl
back in the car and here you are git-
ing in here and not even trying to get
up a flirtation.
“Yes, she got on when I did.”
“And you don’t feel any inclination
to make love to her?”
“Not a bit.” .
“Why not?”
“Why should I; she’s my wife?”
Uses a Gold Pen.
The pope does his private writing
with a gold pen, but his pontifical sig-
nature is always given with a white
feathered quill, which is believed to
come from the wing of a dove. The
same quill has been in use for many
years.
A Drying Rack.
“I should think that merry-go-round
the boys have built in the back yard:
would make your head rcel?”
“It doesn’t; but on wash day it
‘makes my clothes reel.”
Let the board of war draw up’ *
Have you seen her?”
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