The Patton courier. (Patton, Cambria Co., Pa.) 1893-1936, December 21, 1906, Image 2

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away down in the oid town, and never
dreamed of becoming queen's {ruit-
a respectable girl can't sit in a first.
class car without being insulted.”
A long tunnel? Yes, sir, and a
dark one, too. Frightened? Well,
no, sir, not exactly that; just a bit
sick like. The smoke? No, no, sir;
it’s the memory of what once befell
me in that same tunnel, 1've gone
over this line some ten times since,
and every time my heart gives the
‘same twist. If that big lion they call
Bre was alive and growl-
ing, 1 couMn't feel more scared ev-
ery time I go or come from Edin-
burgh. You would like to hear what
happened? Well, if you care to pass
an hour hearing the plain story of a
plain woman, I'll do my best. I'm
bound for Glasgow, and if you're the
same, we'll just have the hour.
All my kinsfolk belong to Glas-
gow—1'm going to visit mother now
—but John, my husband, sir, is an
Edinburgh man. Maybe you've no-
ticed that big fruiterer's shop on
Prince's street, with the queen's
crown over the door, »nd “John Mait-
land, Fruiterer to Her Majesty,”
across the front. You've been in it?
Oh, thank you, sir, to say so. Yes,
my John is a pleasant-looking iellow,
and just as good as he looks. But
that's neither here nor there.
Ten years ago, when he kept shop
‘erer, we were married at my moth-
er's on the eleventh of “his coming
month, and I took my first trip to
®dinburgh as a bride.
I had on a white bonnet with
orange blossoms in it, and a white
cashmere shawl that my brother
{brought me from India, and John
Lhad brought me a great wedding
boucuet of real orange blossoms and
white camelias and lovely white roses
from: his own greenhouse, which I
was so proud of that I must carry
them all the way back again. To
this day the scent of orange flowers
and heath turns me deathly sick.
Pity-~i8n’t it, that one’s nose should
have such a long memory, as one
might say?
Well, as mischance would have it,
what with .bidding them all good-by,
and running back to pass wedding
cake through the ring for Sister Jes-
sie, and crying with brother, ou-s
was the last carriage that rattled to
the train statio: and John had bare-
ly time to get our tickets, put me into
an empty compartment, aud rush to
get the luggage on board. vie
While he was away a gentleman
jumped in very hurriedly to the seat
opposite to me, and beckoning to
a guard, gave him half a crown, and
some directions. The next moment
the door was shut, and we were mov-
irg off without John.
I tried to open the window and to
scream for them to stop. ii wasn't
very pleasant, you'll agree, for me to
take my wedding journey home
alone; but it was the express train,
bound to be :t Edinburgh to the
minute, and there would be no stop-
page at any station by the way
where I could get out and wait.
While I was shaking at the win-
dow, the tears of distress running
down my cheeks, I was pulled for-
¢ibly back by the gentleman I have
mentioned, who cried, sharply:
“Keep inside, or there will be a
head off!”
He struck his hands together, and
looked so fierce as he said “a head
off” that I felt quite startled, and
sat down.
He was the only person in the
compartment with me, and had such
an odd—such an unaccountable ap-
pearance—that the more I looked at
him the less I liked him.
He had the dress and air of a gen-
tleman, but his face was curiously
bleached, and his great, burning
black eyes never rested for a mo-
ment on anything; and what with a
queer habit he had of licking his lips |
like lightning, and biting his nails |
till the blood came, every other min-
ute, I thought him the most un-
canny kind of a stranger I could have
been left alone with.
Just as I had come to this con-
clusion a conductor opened a window
to get our tickets, and stood on the
narrow footrail outside, holding on.
“Oh, sir!” I cried, ‘‘can’t you leave
me off somewhere? I've come away
without my husband.”
“Impossibie to change until you
reach Kdinburgh. Don’t be uneasy,
ma'am; I'm pretty sure your husband
got into one of the cars behind. Saw
him jump on,” said the good-natured |
Then, being assured that he would
get our tickets, he disappeared.
§ would have been qui.z consoled
at his assurance
horribly shocked at something my
companion made a move to do when
the window first opened. He stealtn-
ily tried the fastenings of the door,
with the intention plain in his ey
of dashing it open and shoving tie
conductor down on the track. Ior-
tunately the door was securely f{as-
As soon as we were alone, he pui
on ‘a very bland smile, and remurked:
“What a pretty bride you aro!
What is your name?
I was so flurried that I forgot ihat |
f§ had a married name, and an- | me
“‘Alice, sir.”
“Ay!” said he, devouring me with
his stealthy glances, just as if he was
making rabid snatches at me, “so you
are—I know that. I know that white
bonnet of yours; you wore it when
you married Number One. Do you
know what became of him21/"
“What do you mean,
angry enough, y¢
white?" asked he, paying no manner
of heed to my words.
you can deceive me?
licious triumph, *‘I can see what the
world is blind to.
spotted with blood, and tied witn tue
hair of the murdered man.”
“what do you mean?
was only here!
stranger, wickedly.
the wedded pair.
the guard to ke» us by ourselves,
and John will never see you on earth
now, and as sure as there's Llood
spilled darkly, an
them away from mine, began to trem-
| like a rocket up to the skies.
| look you, in every one her gracious
| majesty was befouled with the iil-
if 1 hadn't been |
OF { { TIME }
ceceel “eeessceseset
“What makes your flowers 80
“Do you think
I began to suspect the man wie
“Aha!” cried he, in a voice of ma-
Your flowers are
“For merey's sake, sir,” I {altcred,
Oh, if John
retorted the
“You and 1 are
Ha, ha! 1 tipped
“But he isn't,”
Look at me, Alice.”
He bent forward till Lis breath
Liew in furnace gasps iato my face.
needn't carry yourselt so
Mark you, I've found you
an open hades
vawning for the guilty, you'll not es-
At these dreadful words, and his
wild looks, the conviction seized me
that I was in the presence of a mad-
man—shut up for the next forty
minutes—completely at his mercy,
unles by the mercy of Heaven I could
save enough woman's wit to divert
his fury from myself.
Almost fainting, I yet managed to
force a smil2, and to say, very sooth-
“vou're making a mistake, sir.
I'm a perfect stranger to you, and
only changed my maiden name of
Alice Hayden this morning for that
of Alice Maitland. My husband,
John, keeps a fruit shop in Edin-
“Curse John Maitland! I hate him
and all that belong to him!” cried
the brute, and he spat on my beau-
tiful white flowers. ‘How dare you
sit there with your innocent smile
and blooming cheeks? Do you know
I can hardly keep from beating the
smooth simper out of your lying face
against these partition walls, and
throwing your bedizened carcass
through the window?" and he licked
his lips till my flesh crept. “Am I
plump? Am I ruddy? Are my eyes
full of deceit? Are my hands filled
with flowers?”
At each question his voice rose and
his excitement kept pace, until at this
last -he thrust out his bony arms,
with a vell of frenzy, as if he would
have torn me in pieces.
Sinking back as far as the seat
would allow me, I looked up in help-
Jess expectation of a blow, and for
the first time caught his eyes.
All flaming as they were with
murderous intent, he tried to drag
bie, and cowered down in his seat at
last like a beaten dog.
Inwardly thanking Providence for
thrusting this weapon in my hands,
I resolved never to release the fren-
zied wretch from the power of my
eyes until help should come.
“I—I—I mean nothing, you
know,” he stammered, rolling his
head uneasily from side to side.
“I'm only telling you my little sory.
Where was 1?” And he clasped his
head between his hands in pitenus
confusion. “Was I at the Double-
Six, or the Queen’s Bloody Head?”
“You were at the Double-Sis,”” an-
swered I, determined to eschew any-
thing pertaining to blood.
orppat's false!” retorted he, is-
piciously. “1 was at the blood:
sprinkled bills. Do You know, when
she brought them home, and laid
them one by one before me, one hun-
dred, two hundred, three hundred,
four hundred, five hundred Hiils ot
the Bank of England, and said ‘Theza
are yours,” I felt my brain spin off
dew of blood, just as if somebody Lad
daubed her off to express that son:e
one's contempi for her and her laws
Why, you know it was so plain that
1 cried immediately:
«his is your painting, Alice—
done in good heart's blood! Why,
you're Alice! you're my wife!” ex-
claimed he, breaking off abruptly.
“No, no,’ 1 returned, as calmly as
I could, ‘‘go on with your story. 1
never heard anything so interesting.”
“Didn't you?” said the madman.
“never heard it before?”
“Never,” answered I
“Phat's good,” he returned, eying
me critically; “it's something to have
a new listener ot last. The story 3
| fifteen years old, and nobody has
ever let me tell it through yet. Fools!
they pretend to believe me mad.
Well, do you believe it's true?”
«I haven't heard it yet. Go on.”
«Oh! 1 thought I had told it. She
said she had found the bills in a wal-
let beside an cold lime pit on Hep-
| bane Moor, three months ago, when
iT was ill wth the affair of the
| Double-Six—all her lies, you £ee; and
| {that the body of the wretch who had
| gained my all from me was found in
the pit; and the authorities had sent
the money because I had lost a
| thousand pounds to the murdered
| man. And then, .aving ‘~ld me
| this damnable lissue of lies, she per-
snaded me to leave the county and
go to Glasgow. Mark you, all softly
as she put it, IT wasn’t deceived. I
knew that she had committed the
murder and stolen the money. So my
ace left me; I felt that in suffer:
Aljce to live I had sold myself t&
How I fH :ted her!
for fifteen years [ have hated her as
deeply as I loved her at first,
that was love!
And do you know
My innocent-eyed!
my white-souled! Bah! I loathe to
look at white. I could tear those
lying white garments from YOU mm’
“Let me hear the end of the story
first,” interrupted I, fixing my eyes
anew upon him with revived courage.
I had seen a glimpse of Edinburgh in
the distance, and knew that fifteen
minutes must take us there.
“Yes, I must get to the end,” ve-
sumed the maniac, nervously. “If¢
may never have such another | ¢
chance;” and he eyed me 80 hun- |g
grily that my blood curdled. “Little | g
by little I told my secret in confi-
dence to those men whom I thought
my friends. And what then? Curse
them! they dragged me before a
council of doctors and got me pro-
nounced mad, and so I was shut up
in a madhouse, where my tongue
would tell no tales, and she lives free
to this day. Free! ha, ha! is she?”
“Stop,” 1 said, holding his blood-
shot eyes, ‘you have forgotten one |
part of your story.”
minutes more!
“What have I forgotten?”
the madman, scowling.
“1 don't understand about the
the story.”
“pardon me, but it is. I can’t make | j
out beginning or end without it. I'm
sure a gentleman of your mind ought
to make a plainer story than that.”
“How can I give youn brains and
information, too?’ retorted he, cun-
ningiy enough; ‘‘or is it that you
have only been making a pitiful pre-
minutes more. ‘You have interested
me so deeply in your sad history that
out, as one may say, the very text of
it all.”
“You want me to criminate my-
self,” said the maniac, sullenly.
“Nothing of the kind,” cried I,
with cheerful briskness. “I only
could make you ill.”
“Ah, you don’t believe it? Well,
you see, when Paul Etheridge got a
hold of me—curse him! how was I
to know he was a blackleg?—he
worked and worked round me until
my money was all staked and lost,
then my land, then my house, and
last, what think you he proposed?
My wife! Ha, ha! my wite against
five hundred pounds! And I flung
he flung the dice and got the double-
six. Ha, ha, ha! that was grand!
that was rare! .m I criminating
“No, no, go on! The illness?”
«Phen something crashed down in
my brain, and I knew nothing until
weeks after, when they told me ® had
had brain fever, and I lay and lan-
guished in a white room, where de-
mons in blood-red haunted me every
night, and told gme that Paul Ether-
idge ley murde¥ed, by my hand, in
the old lime pit. Ha,
As he shouted these words in mad
frenzy the shrill whistle of the en-
gine approaching the station smote
on our ears. The next moment we
had plunged into the throat of the
tunnel, and the spell of my eyes was
Beifcre I could realize my danger,
before I could raise an arm in de-
fense, the manias was clutching at
my throat in a murderous strangle,
and shrieking in my ears, far above
the roar of the wheels:
have to gun for partridges, which get
hopelessly drunk feeding on poke
berries, and are then easily captured.
A number of intoxicated partridges
have been taken there.
picked thirteen bushels of apples
: . gelman farm, and they weighed from
The city was now in sight-—five | seven to thirteen ounces each.
Me., has been experimenting in pea-
nut raising for two years, and this
year has raised two bushels of nice
“That part is of no consequence to | jarge peanuts.
mate is not favorable to peanut rais-
other day after the death of Henry J.
Behrens, an inventor.
by John A. Foley, a lawyer, who pre-
pared it for Mr. Behrens, March 1,
tense of interest to cheat me? Do] 1867.
vou suppose I don't see through your
little wiles, and despise——" The village of Stowe, Vt, has
“Come, come!” interposed I—two | yoted to adopt the curfew law to ap-
ply to all pupils in the public schools,
without regard to their age. The cur-
it will be a great pity if you .eave|few will ring every evening in the
week at 7.30 p. m., except Friday,
Saturday and Sunday.
a French florist, china peonies have
been most
want to hear how the Double-Six| fairly preserved after five months in
the refrigerator.
periments he has cut peonies with
stems sixteen inches long, putting
them in water, trimming the ends
every three weeks and
water each month.
form a regular article of diet.
peasants eat them with bread that
has -oftentmes been rubbed with gar-
the dice and an ace and a five, and | lic.
ered good, replacing meat to a large
make oil.
similar in taste to that pressed from
olives, and is employed to adulterate
the latter.
prisons are engaged in cracking wal-
nuts and picking out the kernels,
which are pressed into oil.
sands years ago has been taken from
a copper mine in Chile recently. Cop-
ha, ha!” per oxide had mummified his whole
clothing of the ancient Inca work-
were also two mallets, one fashioned
out of granite and the other out of
tied with thongs
made as double handles.
hide and the sticks were as fresh
looking when found as if they had
been in use only the day before.
“Devil! 1 knew you
perdition! Down with you!
down to hades, my false wife
I've only a minute of time,
but it's long enough to push you into
And as the blood surged through
my whirling brain, 1 seemed to be
falling, falling through blood-red
How the Combatants Are Trained and
from a trip to San-hui, a large walled
while there visited the guard house,
darkness, while a thousand cannon
broke in my ears, andgthen I gave in
to my doeoeni.
1 looked u pin my husband's arms,
and round upon a pitying throng.
The dread minute was overpast, and
I was saved!
How? We had shot into the light,
ard the conductor, summoned by
those in the next compartment, who
were alarmed by the noise, had
crashed open the door as the fren-
zied wretch was kneeling by my
fallen body to complete his work.
In a few seconds we were at the
Prince's Street Station, and while
John took me to the nearest ladies’
room, the madman was quietly se-
cured by two keepers who had been
on the watch for him, and taken back
to Glasgow.
And that was my homecoming.
Rather a black one; but my John
said that evening at our own little
fireside as he tenderly hound up my
bruised neck:
“It’s been a great escape, Alice,
my dainty, and in token to our deep
thankfulness to the Hand that was
stronger than madness Or murder,
we'll from this night on make our
vows: ‘As for me and my house, we
will serve the Lord.”
Yes, sir, you may say that I look
as if all had been blessed with me.
We've been happy together here, and
we look to be happy up yonder.
Here's Bonacorde Station, and there's
my mother. Good-by, sir, and thank
you for your good wishes.—New
York Weekly.
ting things.
other day
Yo, and 1 watched, watched fo
ok Times.
A Lost Subscriber.
Ke Kendah postoffice authorities
have a somewhat blunt way of put.
Copies of a Penang
paper posted to a subscriber were the
returned, marked
dressee hanged for murder.”
An Australian flower of the hibis-
us species is often used as blacking,
he juice squeezed from four blos-
oms giving enough liquid to coat a
hoe with a fine lustre.
Hunters in Canaan, Conn., do not
Daniel R. Lash, of Reading, Pa.,
rom one tree on the William Gun-
Edgar H. Benson, of Oak Ridge,
New England's cli-
One of the oldest wills ever pro-
in New York came ‘in the
It was filed
Of the ice-kept flowers of Vercier,
enduring, some being
In his latest ex-
In some parts of France walnuts
The hygienic effects are consid-
These nuts are also used to
it is much clieaper and
The prisoners in certain
A miner who lost his life two thou-
Coarse sacking, evidently the
yn, was found with the body, as
These implements were
into bent sticks
Both the
Pitted Against Each Other.
A. E. Parker has just returned
in Kwangtung Province, and
where he saw six or seven earthen-
ware bowls of fighting crickets.
He was much amused as to the
description of the methods of sta-
bling and dieting these insects. Dur-
ing the day the female and male
crickets are separated, but as soon
as night falls they are mated. Their
diet consists of water, boiled rice
and a little ginseng, the latter being
to give them stamina.
In matching the insects to fight
they are weighed, and a lightweight
would not be pitted agairst a welter-
weight. The insects are spurred on
to combat with a very fine piece of
glass, which treatment naturally
rouses their anger.
The belief that crickets are dis-
tinguished by pieces of colored wool
is a fallacy. They are recognized
by their owners as we recognize our
canine pets. In a contest the first
cricket to run away is edjudged the
The officer in charge of the guard
house mentioned that a dispute
which had arisen over a cricket con-
test three years ago had yet to be
settled, each party holding that the
other man’s cricket ran away first.
Some of these crickets are indeed
svorth many times their weight in
gold, several hundred dollars being
sometimes paid for a real cham-
‘pion.—South. Chins. Post.
Music in the Workhouse.
The Isle of Wight Workhouse now
boasts an official harpist. Her duy-
ties are to lighten the dull hours of
the inmates of the imbecile wards
| hvith solos on the harp and piano.
The appointment was made by the
guardians on the recommendation of
the Lunacy Commissioners, and an
lelderly woman named Grace has been
selected for the post. Grace pos-
Gov. Terrell, of Georgia, Advises Ap
gesses her own harp and piano.—
propriations to Colleges.
In his annual message, Governor
Terrell, of Georgia, gives more at-
tention to schools, says the Savannah
News, than to any other subject.
“He is particularly impressed with
the necessity for educating along ag-
ricultural lines. He advises that an
appropriation sufficient to erect agri-
cultural college buildings at the
State University be made. He points
out that the prosperity of the State
is largely due to agriculture, which,
therefore, cught to be encouraged in
every possible way. That he is right
in this matter, there are few who
will deny.
In connection with the proposed
agricultural college at the State Uni-
versity, he believes there ought to
be an agricultural college established
in each Congressional District, and
if it is thought not to be advisable
to have so many agricultural schools
supported at public expense, he
thinks there ought to be at least
three such schools, one in the north-
ern part of the State, one in tae
central part anc another in the
southern part. There is now one in
the northern part.”
The South has developed its man-
ufacturing industries in a way that
is wonderful and has become a great
manufacturing section; but it is still
a great agricultural section, and its
manfucturing industries make the
farming industry all the more vale
uable. The South has many teca-
nical schools for the training of men
in the manufacturing branches, but
she has neglected to provide ample
schools for the training of men in
the art of agriculture. It is encour-
aging to know, however, that this
subject is now teing agitated in all
the Southern States and that the peo-
ple are becoming more and more im-
pressed with the importance of bet-
ter school facilities for our embryo
It is a branch of education that
must not be neglected. Agriculture
is the very foundation of our wealth,
and it ought to be conducted by men
who have had the best scientific and
business training.—Richmond Times-
Size of Heads-
The average adult head has a cire
cumference of fully twenty-two in-
ches. The average adult hat is fully
63; size. The sizes of men’s hats
are 6% and 67 generally. “Sevens”
hats are common in Aberdeen, and
the professors of our colleges gener=
ally wear 7% to 8 sizes.
Heads wearing hats of the sizes
63 and smaller, or being less than
twenty-one inches in circumference,
can never be powerful. Between
nineteen and twenty inches in cir-
cumference heads are invariably
weak, and, according to this author-
ity, “no lady would think of marry-
ing a man with a head less than
twenty inches in circumference.”
People with heads less than nine-
teen inches are mentally deficient,
and with heads under eighteen in-
ches are “invariablyidiotic.”—Young
Bereavement in Bombay. \
Lady Curzon made a point of col- |
lecting any amusing attempts made |
by Hindus to write English that came
under her notice and had many
curious specimens in her scrap book.
Once she got from Bombay a letter
that two brothers sent out to their
patrons on the death of their father,
who had been the head of the firm.
It ran: “Gentlemen: We have the
pleasure to inform you that our re-
spected father departed this life on |
the 10th inst.. His business will be
conducted by his beloved sous, whose
names are given below. The opium
market is quiet and Mal. 1500 rupees
per chest. O, death, where is thy
sting? O, grave, where is thy vie-
We remain, etc.”” — London
Diving For a Wife.
In many of the Greek Islands div-
ing for sponges forms a considerable
part of the occupation of the inhab-
itants. The natives make it a trade
to gather these, and their income
from this source is far from con-
In one of the islands a girl is not
permitted to marry until she has,
brought up a certain number of
sponges and given proof of her skill
by taking them from a certain depth,
but in some of the islands this cus-
tom is reversed. The father of a
marriageable daughter bestows her
on the best diver among her suitors.
He who can stay longest in the water
and brings up the biggest cargo of
sponges marries the maid.—New
York Herald.
ings on Her Finger Nails.
A famous Philadelphia beauty,
Kate Furniss, hardly more than a
debutante, though she is now Mrs.
Thompson, has been the sensation of
summer, displaying her rings—w
are countless—in a most original
and barbaric mauner. She wears her
jewels only on the upper joints of
fingers, weighting the slender
and rubies, and sapphires and emer-
alds, leaving the bottom story entire-
ly vacant. The effect is certainly
bizarre and not altogether fortunate.
But what’s the use or being alive if
one can’t be unique.—Louisville
SE ——eiia———
At the railway stations in Russia
books are kept in which passengers
may enter any complaint they wish
to make.
London Tit-Bits. L
And mamma had such
Such bows, and hearts, and stars!
And papa had such splendid yachts,
The dinners and the dances,
Are miracles
Bright Boy—*‘Yes'm."”
“Name one.”
i —
| remember, T remember
The house where I was born,
The stained-glass windows where
Came peeping in at morn;
An fovely private cars!
i remember, I remember
The parties they would hold,
The favors were of gold;
For papa was the president
Of an insurance co.
But when the public got too wise,
Our grandeur had to go!
Teacher—‘A miracle is going
against the natural order of things.
performed to-day?"
Bright Boy—‘Well,
mamma says papa is always turning
night into day.”’—Lile.
They tell us many a microbe squirms
the sun
~Town Topics. i
Upon the dollar bill; eria’s
Well, we can only say, with all vigora
Its germs we love it still. to ful
—Boston Transeript. chills
Premier Safetypin says he intends ne
to inaugurate an iron rule for the tried
purpose of putting down the revolu= remec
tion. Meanwhile the terrorists are have
understood to have formulated plans Many
for putting more iron into his sys- remedi
tem.”’—Chicago Record-Herald. by the
“Why are you bowing to that man? a Pent
Do you know him?” asked Madge, in in his
surprise. Yes,” said her chum, “he with X
walked over me so many times get- DT
ting out between acts at the theatre over I
last night that we got real well ace om
quainted.”—Detroit Free Press. As
A young thing of some fifty sume in Ne
mers was playing the piano before a leg:
the open window, and said to her FITS.
maid, “Maria, do you think the maner
Signor Stuzzini opposite hears me?” Resto
“Yes, Senorita, I am sure, as he is . H.
shutting his window.”—1I1 Diavolo.
«Aren't you afraid that horse will
run away with somebody?” Possil
«Friend,” said ~ Broncho Bob, “it Ne
ain't nothin’ in Crimson Gulch for a Th
hoss to run away with a man; it's 10 fan
when a man tries to run away with a world
hoss that there's danger.”’—Wash- prehi
ington Star. cently
When a man’s a big gun, Austr
BL may gute up you mind times
By Tar dant monu
—Philadelphia Bulletin. years
“Do you understand the meaning Sma
of the word pedestrian?” “Yes, sir. bo
A pedestrian is a man who stands on have
the curb and watches the autos go other
by and wonders how he'll ever get primi
across the street in time for his 6 appar
o'clock dinner.”—Cleveland Plain where
Dealer. masse
Pretty Daughter—So you don’t And
like Tom?” Her Father—‘No, he negro
appears to be capable of nothing.” asian,
Pretty Daughter—‘ But what objec- yepre
tions have you to George?” Her ery
Father—“Oh, he's worse than Tom. cienc)
He strikes me as being capable of the 1
anything.” nerve
“] suppose,” said the newspaper a tele
clerk, who was figing up the death numb
notice, ‘“you’ll want the regular and |
‘Relatives and friends are respect= havin
fully invited,” cte? “Lemme see,” ; fibers
repiied the widower, ‘‘mebbe you'd White
pettersay: °‘Relativesand friends, also ea
the neighbors.” ’—Catholic Standard. limite
“Did you ever make any money on er rac
the board of trade?” ‘Yes, I made ra an e
one hundred and seventy-five dollars diffict
there one day in less than twenty negra
minutes.” “Whew! What did you Centu
do with it?’ “Oh, they got it back
before I had a chance to see it.” — .
Chicago Record-Herald. He S
Papa — “Is the teacher satisfied
with you?” Toby “Oh, quite.”
Papa— Did he tell you so?” Toby Ev
—‘Yes; after a close examination he work
said to me the other day: ‘If all my No
scholars were like you I would shut hard-
up my school this very day.” That docto:
fashionable watering places all this i
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digits up to the nails with diamonds |
dianapolis Star.
smallest acorn.
tiny cups.
most distinct acorns.
acorns in pairs.
shows that I know enough.” — In=
ee ——————————
No doubt the willow oak bears the
The Spanish oak’s acorns rest in
Even the dwarf oaks show the
The chestnut oak bears its pretty
Among the small acorns.are those
or los
sult ©
ng a
he d
prodigal brings along his own calf.”
—Harper’s Weekly.
of the famous live oak. # *" petite
The beautiful burr oak bears big, loss
handsome acorns in fringed, mossy force
cups. tion.
The dainty and beautiful pin oak “1
has put forth correspondingly dainty and ¢
acorns. ) heart
One finds small acorns nestling weak
close to the branches of the laurel tatior:
oak. after
But there's some distinguishing “Si
trait about each and every member came
of this great family. pleas
Up to Him. than
It is said that Chairman Sherman, mont
of the Republican campaign commits and 1
tee, was recently approached by a morn
somewhat unimportant Ohio poli= Ai usual
tician, who, though formerly a Re- ae galt «
publican, has of late years voted the L “M
State Democratic ticiets. i ‘ ryerm
It appeared from “the man's cons : physi
versation that he had seen the error a8 WO
of hig" way, and was now once more living
prepared to vote and work for the use «
party which he had left. At the often
same time he hinted he would like “T
a job at campaign quarters. { Well
«rm sorry,” Mr. Sherman is ree A ably
ported to have replied, “that I shall Ls patie
have to disappoint you. Glad to see edy.
you back; but in these days the wise Batt]