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The discontented worries of a mo rose person may very likely shorten his days, and the general justice of nature's arrangement provides that liis early departure should entail no long regrets. On the other hand, the man who can laugh keeps his health. To the perfectly healthy laughter comes often. Too commonly, though, as childhood is left behind, the habit falls, and a half smile Is the best that visits the thought-lined mouth of a modern man or woman. People be come more and more burdened with the accumulations of knowledge and with the weighing responsibilities of life, but they should still spare time to laugh. A recent Census Office bulletin sbows that 37.3 per cent of the coun try's population, or 23,411,008 people, live in cities and towns of more than 4000 population. Tex. years ago tho percentage of tho urban population was 32.0, or slightly less than one third. In another ten years, at this rate, nearly one-half of the American people will he deuiiens of towns. Tho productiveness of our agriculturalists has been in the meantime enhanced by a multitude of labor saving inven tions, so that fewer and fewer men are needed on tho farms from year to year. Those who are released from drudgery in the tields fly to the cities, Where they become consumers of har vests and contribute to the diversifi cation of our vast national scheme. The thrifty farmer feeds them all, comments the Philadelphia Record. Parens and teachers are noticing and commenting on the fact that chil dren have made wonderful progress in geography iu the last three years. War has done this. It has stimulated tlx.' desire for knowledge, and the at las has been frequently consulted to learn the relative positions of places and geographical names involved in battle. Though this is particularly true with children, it also applies to grown persons. Many both in school and out would have had to acknowl edge great ignorance of the Philip pines, West Indies, the Transvaal and China three years ago, while now they are able to draw tolerably cor rect maps of these places from mem ory, and speak familiarly the names of provinces and towns of which they did not know the existence, much loss the location, two score months ago. Surely a Gentleman. In far-otf years Sir Walter Seott vis ited the first Lord Plunkett, who was tuen Lord Chancellor of Ireland, and was taken to see tho ruins of the Seven Churches of Gleudalough, oua of the sights of Ireland. One of the most romantic spots is St. Kevin's Bed, a cave which requires a scramble over rocks to enter. Sir Walter, in spite of his lameness, pene trated the "shrine," an old peasant Woman lending him a willing hand. On the return, the Lord Chancellor asked her if she knew how great a man she had assisted, adding, "He is Sir Walter Scott, tho illustrious poet." "Begorra, your honor," the old woman replied, "he's no poet! He's a gintleman horn an' bred—for hasn't lie he left in me hand a piece of silver?" Truly, there is more than one way of knowing a man by his works. RHMIH May Atiolbh not NoLlllty. At presi. Nt the Czar's subjects are divided Into four general classes—the nobility, the clergy, the inhabitants of the towns and those of the coun try, says a St. Petersburg correspon dent. The nobility Is itself of two kinds,. hereditary and personal. An officer acquires life nobility on acquir ing a certain rank in the army or navy. Those who attain the rank of colonel in the army and of captain In the navy become hereditary nobles. It Is most probable that when the pro posed reform of the Russian system of class organization takes place the no bility will cease to exist r.3 a separate olass In the nation Vn ordinary piano contains a mile of piano wire. MICE, SILENCE AND CLOOM. ("Mice, Silence and Gloom" is Dr. Edward Judson's descriptive summary o£ the occupants of most churches during all but a few hours each weea). ; We clubbed together, we raised the Three hours of worship; one hundred and money, fifty | We built a temple to God. The church is a bolted room, iWe hired a preacher with doctrine sunny— That we, in worldly affairs so thrifty, j For we have outgrown the rod. Give over to mice and gloom. And three hours Weekly (in pleasant We're not contented with two per cent, i weather) As a worldly measure of gain, • We use the family paw; We sometimes wApder: Is God content, ;We chafe a little at even this tether, Or is it the gift Cain? j And that must certainly do. —Church Economist. ITOM CORNWILER'S TUMBLE | I gg M & |X? By L. T. Bates. t r V BELIEVE that hoy has climbed I every tree in the township, I leastwise, the worst ones," said Mrs. Cornwiler. "Deary me! I should he afraid he'd break his neck," said Mrs. Millwaite. "I don't see where he got It," said Mrs. Cornwiler, boldly. "He got It from you, that's plain," said Mr. Cornwiler, boldly. "From me! Why, just climbing a fence makes me almost dizzy!" "Your father was a sailor," said Cornwiler, "and his father was top man In the navy under ol<J Commodore Preble. Tom's inherited their climb from you." "I suppose a sixteen-year-old boy is more trouble than a fourteen-year girl," said Mrs. Millwaite. "My Clara's a comfort." "Whenever Tom's wanted—" began Mrs. Cornwiler. "A good strong hoy Is wanted pretty often in a new country," interrupted her husband. "Sometimes it gets tire some to him." "Whenever Tom's wanted," persist ed Mrs. Cornwiler, "he generally lias to he found in a tree-top. It wears out his clothes dreadfully." "That is a bother," said Mrs. Mill waite. "Now Clara wears her dresses longer than any other schoolgirl of her age." While this discussion was going on Indoors, Tom was going off outdoors. Mrs. Millwaite's visit gave him a chauce to go fishing. He put a hook and line in his pocket, intending to cut a fish-pole ou the way, and trust ing to find fat, white bait-grubs in old logs. He owned a sharp, one-hand hatchet, which he thrust under his buckskin belt. A quarter of a mile from the river he came to a familiar tree-stub. It had been a forest giant, but some storm had broken off Its top, leaving its great trunk thirty, feet high. For est fires had consumed the fallen top, and deeply charred the huge trunk. Tom struck it with his hatchet-head. To his surprise it sounded hollow—a mere slielL He was immediately curi ous to know if it was hollow all the way up, and the only way to ascertain was to climb it. A more uninviting stub to climb could not be found. It was very grimy, and too smooth and large to be clasped by either arms or legs; but Tom sought a thicket and cut the longest tough withe he could find. He wrapped this about the stub, and fastened its two ends securely to his belt with strips of strong hark, mak ing a hoop somewhat larger than the tree. Leaning well back, he walked bis moccaslned toes right up, raising the hoop by quick jerks. The tree was hollow. Tom sat on the edge with his feet dangling out side, ns steady of nerve as if upon the ground. When his curiosity was sat isfied lie slipped off the loop to retle It more to suit him. An incautious movement broke a hit of the edge, and disturbed his balance. He made a violent move to recover himself. More edge crumbled inward, and down he went Inside, head and heels together, like a shut jack-knife. One hand held to the hoop, pulling it after him. Head, back, hips and legs scraped down the long tube, carrying fragments of rot ten wood and a dusty cloud. Tom struck on a deep, soft pile of de bris, into which his doubled-up body plunged breast and knee-deep. The concussion shocked him breathless and set his noseblending copiously, and the : 'Vust ami blood hindered the recovery j his breath. Although he was not I ,lite unconscious, it was long before I i stirred. The back of his head had I ecu severely raked, and rotten wood ! Vas ground into all ids lacerations. When, at last, lie began to try to j nove, he found himself wedged in. j vainly he wriggled; he could hardly Stir, and could neither lift himself nor jet his legs down. His hips, bnck, 1 and all the muscles of his legs ached | and pricked intolerably from strain and checked circulation. He could not resist crying; but being a lad of good courage, endurance and resource, be soou began a systematic effort for release, packing the loose debris down as firmly as lie could with his hands, at the same time pressing it away all around with his body. This exertion caused greater ache, but he persisted resolutely. By and by lie got his hatchet out of his belt, and struck it. after a dozen efforts, so firm ly into the wooden wall that he could hang Ids weight to it with one hand, while lie worked the debris under him with the other. He gradually enlarged Ills space sufficiently to allow the bending of his knees. After that he was not long in getting his body up and feet down, so as to sit cramped on one hip, with both feet nearly level. Exertion, pain, and the pressure of returning circulation made his pulse throb and bis head swim, and lie lapsed intosemi-uncouselousuess. llow long this lasted he knew not, but when he began to struggle again he was in Hack darkness. A few stars shone calmly down his wooden well, hut he could work only by feeling about with his hands. He felt exhausted, hungry and weak, but he kept on working till he managed to stand erect Then, after feebly kicking and pushing de bris to fill up the hole where he had been, he curled himself ns comfortable as he could, and slept a blessed though troubled sleep. He dreamed that he heard a rifle shot, and that Ban was harking excit edly and his father hallooing. Rut his sleep was so profound that a dream could not rouse him. After a long time he stretched out His sore heels hit one wall, his sore head the other. This time the pain roused him to a renewed sense of his situation. He sat up, stiff, lame all over, weak, gnawed by hunger and thirst hut still undismayed and re sourceful. A little thought and a trial convinced him that weak and sore as he was, It would be a vain waste of strength to try to elitub up the difficult inside of his prison. "There's always more than one way to skin a eat," he reflected. "I've got to get out of this somehow; that's all there is to it." He ran a thumb over the edge of his hatchet "Pretty sharp yet Too light to chop easy, and no room to swing it hut it'll cut a hole, give it time." Scraping uway the rotten wood, he selected a place where the wall seemed thin, and began hacking. Progress was slow. At first his stiff muscles and sore body hurt acutely, but this pain wore away as he went on. The wood, charred outside and very dry, was hard and tough. Although it was a sunny day, and his eyes had adjust ed their vision to the dimness of his pit, he could hardly see where to strike. He dared not pry out large slivers, for if edge or handle of his hatchet should break, he might never get out. His awkward position and the one-hand work tired him rapidly, and he suffered occasional cramps. During one of his frequent rests he heard Ban barking loudly outside. "Good dog! I'm coining!" he shout ed. The dog hayed frantically, leaped against the tree, scratched, whined, tore the wood with his teeth, and be gan digging furiously between two great roots, evidently intending to tun nel under to his young master. When Tom did not appear for sup per, Mrs. Cornwiler began to fret, but not much, for he was often late. After supper, with no Tom to do the chores, Mr. Cornwiler grumbled, 'but did them himself, saying: "Come, now, wife, the boy probably lias a good excuse. He's pretty regu lar, considering." _ By bedtime Mrs. Cornwiler was anxious. "I'm sure he's lying hurt somewhere in. the woods, fallen from a tree; or maybe lie's got lost." "Pshaw, now, Edith! Tom couldD't lose himself anywhere in this county tlie darkest night that ever was; and he doesn't know how to fall from a tree. He'll be home nil right pretty soon. Likely he's hindered by some thing he thinks important." At ten o'clock Mrs. Cornwiler was Insistent and Cornwiler less confident. He proposed to take the dog and search. "Maybe he's at one of the neighbors. He'd stay, of course, If he could be of any use. Anyhow, Ban'U track him. Blow the horn if he comes home while I'm gone." Ban, being told to "Go find Tom!" set off joyfully, wagging his tail. He led Cornwiler straight to the charred stub, and harked, leaping against it. Cornwiler looked the stub all over. There were no signs of Tom. He called, and fired his rifle. There was no reply. He supposed the stub solid, but thumped it Unfortunately the blow struck where the shell was thick, and where Tom had packed the debris hardest inside. It sounded solid. Mr. Cornwiler thought that Ban had fool ishly tracked a squirrel up it, or per haps a eoou had been there and gone. He dragged the dog away, ordering him again to "Find Tom!" Ban in stantly ran back to the stub, and whined and scratched, hut Mr. Corn wiler pulled him away. Ban then led Into n thicket, and here were signs—a slender pole cut and trimmed, a bitternut sapling peeled of two strips of bark. Tom had been there. The sapling was slender for a fish-pole, but Mr. Cornwiler thought that must be It The strips of bark meant strings, but what Tom wanted of strings he could not conjecture. Having concluded It meant fishing, he uurried to the river, his anxiety con siderably increased. Tom was a strong, cool swimmer and knew every foot of the river. There were few deep places, and no really dangerous places. Mr. Cornwiler searched a long time, but found no trace of Tom, and Ban seemed puzzled and not much inter ested. After midnight Cornwiler be gat \ a terribly anxious inquiry, rousing neighbor after neighbor. No one had any tidings. Mr. Millwaite dressed, toolt his rifle, and accompanied Corn wiler. Mrs. Millwaite, notwithstand ing her depreciation of Tom, went to cheer and comfort his mother all she could. Millwaite suggested going first to the chnrred stub. "You know Tom's been there," he said, "and it's the right point to start from." As soon as they arrived, Ban began whining and scratching about the stub. Corn wilcr sternly ordered him off, and the poor dog, probably supposing it was all right, reluctantly obeyed. Both men believed the stub solid, and that Tom had merely come and gone. The news of the lost boy spread, and by sunrise a dozen men and boys were scouring the woods. After getting breakfast and doing the housework, Clara Millwaite, who had heen thinking, concluded that Tom must, after all, be at or near the charred stub. "A dog never mistakes in such matters; men do," the sensible girl reasoned. She would go and take a look for herself. "If Tom is there he'll be hungry and thirsty," she thought, so she put a generous breakfast aud a bottle of new milk in a bark basket. Ban went home with Cornwiler and Millwaite, who wished to see if Tom had taken liis fish-line. They found it gone, and their delusion as to the river was confirmed. Thinking Ban of no service, Corn wiler left liim at the house, and the dog immediately returned to the stub and resumed his barking. Clara heard him, and hurried to reach the spot and Judge for herself of the dog's behavior. She arrived just as Tom drove a long sliver through, and put out his lingers for Ban to lick. In a few moments more he had the aperture sutlicieutly enlarged for Clara to pass in the bottle and slices of food. Tom drank first—a long, thirsty pulL Then how he did eat! with the appe tite of a starved wolf and the gratitude of a generous-minded boy. Clara bade him give her the hatchet, anil while lie ate she hacked with the skill and strength of a pioneer girl. As the wall was now pierced they could chop the edges of the shell and make faster progress. In half an hour Tom was able to squeeze through. What an object he was! Bloody, griuiy, and covered with rotten wood from head to heels! Even Ids lialr was plastered with gore and dust. Clara gathered leaves and helped him clean it off as well as he could, but it would require severe scrub baths, and a week's healing to make him present able. While they walked home she rallied him about his appearance, suggesting that half the township, especially the ladies, would be on hand to meet him. But Tom said he guessed that as long as she had seen him in this condition, he could stand being looked at by the other ladles. As for Ban, he was so absorbed that evening with the unusually large bono given him that he quite failed to hear Mr. Coruwiler's compliment. "I allow," said Mr. Cornwiler, "that when it comes to woodcraft, I haven't got half the sense of that dog."— Youth's Companion. Where Economy Fails. Men like economy in their domestic arrangements, but If there is one wom an most of them fear and despise it Is the wretch who has ail sorts of re cipes for making cheap dishes but of scraps. She comes lluttoriug into the domestic dovecotes early in the day. "My dear Mrs. 8., such a recipe—the cheapest, most dee-li-cious dish im aginable. Any housekeeper can make this salad. An old gum shoe or rem nant of machintosh dressed with oil, vinegar and papoiku, or cream and lemon juice. lam confident your hus band will go wild over it." She is right. lie does. He goes so wild that after the doctor had gone home in the night und he is resting easy he asks who gave the recipe for that salad and vows to shoot her on sight if ever he gets out again. If the men of the neighborhood had their way they would put a large dose of poison in the stocking of this fiend who teaches wives how to make palatable dishes out of gum, broken umbrellas, furniture polish and soiled awnings.— Louisville (Ky.) Times. Hut Tips. The hat of the modern American is a more or less direct descendant from the ancient helmet. The shape of a derby could have been evolved from nothing else, and it has little save tra dition to recommend it It is not beautiful or comfortable, as compared with the cowboy's soft felt hat or the cap of the European peasant. It does not keep the cars warm, nor stay on with any degree of success; and it goes out of fashion every season, reappear ing later in a slightly different form. Its sole recommendation is the tradi tion that it is the proper headgear for a civilized and enlightened man; and when it Is cocked op one side on the head of a rowdy it does not make him look either civilized or cultured.— Washington Times. Hungry Hears Destroy a Kuilroatl* A logger named Johnson, who has a logging camp somewhere near Deep ltiver, away down the Columbia, was in town looking for engines and wire cables to pull the logs cut out to the tramway. He has been using horses for this work, but says he will have to use engines hereafter, as the bears tear up his skid roads. The grease used In the skids has attracted the bears, which not only lick the skids clean of grease, but dig them out and ruin the road in search of the grease which has been absorbed by the earth. He says the bears pursue their mis chievous labois chiefly in the night, and he cannot stay up nights to shoot them.—Morning Oregonlan. HEREDITY AND HEALTH THE VIEWS OF FAMILY DOCTORS AND LIFE INSURANCE MEN. Modern Theories as to thn Possibility of Inheriting Disease—The New lteliefin llegard to Tuberculosis—lnsanity is Not a Bacterial Disease. Upon few questions have medical mou been so divided as upon the possi bility of inheriting disease. Opinion on this subject has undergone much change within the last fifteen or twenty years, but even to-day doc tors are not unanimous on the sub ject. Then, again, there is another class of scientific people who theo rize regarding the phenomena of phys ical life, and conduct laboratory exper iments. These men call themselves biologists, and they are unquestion ably a learned lot. Yet their conclu sions are often different from those reached by the physicians. In gen eral, it may be said that biologists incline to accept Weissmann's doc trine that acquired traits cannot be transmitted to progeny, while medi cal men, though differing as to details, have more or less confidence in the possibility of inheriting physical in firmities. The discovery of bacteria as the cause of most maladies has had a revolutionary influence upon the old doctrine of inheritance regarding tu berculosis. Once it was believed that a whole family was hopelessly doomed if either of the parents died of this dis ease. "Wo have ripped that notion up the back," said the medical ad viser of a leading Insurance company the other day. 'Tlithisis is a contag ious disease, and results from associa tion with a victim of that trouble. I should sooner look for it in the hus band than in the child of a woman who was thus affected." The doctor tvho passes on the appli cations made to another company put the case less radically. lie attached some importance to the fact that par ents had died of consumption. Even granting that it is purely a contagious malady, offspring sometimes appear to Inherit a susceptibility or an abnor mally low power of resistance to It. It is asserted that even when the chil dren of tuberculosis parents are wide ly separated in their youth, and grow up apart, a larger percentage of them develop the disease than that of other people's children. The preponderance is not marked, perhaps, but there are those who believe that it exists. This same expert remarked, however, that formerly his company did not regard a man reasonably safe from inherited consumption until he was forty years old, whereas they would take him now with little hesitation at thirtv-ilve, if he then showed no signs of the mal ady. Both theory and practice are un degoing slow changes on this point, apparently. Insanity is not regarded as n bacter ial disease, and yet It has a physical basis. The brain undergoes local or general changes in structure. The dis order cannot be acquired by associa tion with other victims of it, but many experts believe in the possibility of in heriting a tendency to insanity and its first cousin, epilepsy. Doctors recog nize what tuey call the "insane dia thesis" or a predisposition to insanity, and then take a good deal of stock in the notion that this is an inherited weakness. Most life insurance com panies discriminate sharply against applicants whose ancestry exhibits two or three cases of insanity, or one of insanity and one of epilepsy. Cancer is another nflliction which was once believed to be transmissible to offspring, but that view of it is now almost entirely abandoned. Occasion ally there are cases of death from this cause In mother or father and son only a few years apnrt. But, sugges tive as such a coincidence is, doctors do not all interpret it alike. One of the leading life Insurance companies of tills country, which puts its terms up where consumption or lnsanily ap pears in the parents* or grandparents' history, ignores cancer except in the applicant himself. Those are tlio throe diseases to which the most attention Is given by those companies In considering the Infirm ities of parents nnd grandparents. Still, It is asserted that lack of long evity, Brlght's disease and other signs of weakness appear to be char acteristic of some families and not of others. There Is little evidence of the Inheritance of a predisposition to apo plexy. Indeed, this trouble, which Is due primarily to a weakness of the walls of the arteries, lins been found to be about equally characteristic of persons whose weight is abnormally great and those who are abnormally light. A great deal has been written of al coholism and heredity. Some of the expressions on this subject are ex travagant aud misleading. It is par ticularly interesting to note whether drunkenness or other moral failings develop in parents before or after their children were born. In the lat ter enso heredity would seem to afford an Inadequate explanation of bad hab its or disease. Nevertheless, there is much evidence that in one way or an other Immorality affects offspring. It does so chiefly by Impairing the phyl cal stamina of the latter, and rarely by causing any special disease In surance companies pay little attention to alcoholism in the parents of appli cants, not because they have no faith in its Influences, but because they can recognize the latter in undersize, light weight, nervous weakness or other peculiarities of the children. Such characteristics serve as a more useful guide. I'erbnps the firmest believers in the old Mosaic declaration about the "sins of the fathers" are medical practition ers in towns of moderate size, family physicians who know "vandparents, parents :/ J children socially as well as professionally. Their observation almost Invariably convinces them not only that moral Infirmities are trans lated into physical weakness In the second and third generations, but also that maladies which are in no sense related to immorality sometimes leave their impress on the young. Very often this effect Is nothing more than a predisposition, which, once recog nized and dealt with in time, may be skillfully antagonized by diet, exercise and environment. —New York Tribune. ' BLIND MERCHANT IS HANDY. Carl Wells Never Saw tlie Light, Yet is a Successful Grocer. There is a small store on the corner of South avenue and Clover street, where are sold ice cream, canned goods, "package groceries," and the various other tilings which go to make t* up the ordinary stock of such an es tablishment. There are hundreds of other stores in Syracuse exactly like this one, but it is unique because of the personality of the storekeeper, a young man of twenty-one, who is to tally blind. If you were to see Carl Wells mov ing briskly about, waiting on custom ers and never making a mistake in finding the right article or in making J change, you would find it difficult to realize that the world has been dark to him from the hour of his birth. Al though his father and mother are both endowed with eyesight, a strange fatal ity seems to hang over their children, for Mr. Wells has a brother and a sis ter also afflicted with congenital blind ness In the case of all three, the op tic nerve is paralyzed, and no light af fects the retina, so that the blindness is quite irremediable. "There is a long Latin name for It, Dr. Brown told me, but I don't remem ber it," said Mr. Wells to a Herald re porter. "Hut then, of course, I don't miss my eyes as any one would who had had them nnd lost them. When j I was a child I made up my mind that I must learn to do things for myself, for if you wait for some one else to help you, you generally have to wait a long while, and I am fortunate in having a strong sense of location. I always put my own goods in their places on the shelves and then I don't have the least difficulty in finding them. Once I know how the outside of any special package feels, I know, It for keeps. Of course, if some one were to disarrange my work and put things out of place, I should be com pletely lost."—Syracuse Herald. Abandoned SCIIOOHIOUHO to n Ghost. ' A ghost has received official recog nition in the action of Trustee Jesse Martin, of Jackson township, of Car roll County, Ind„ when he gave a con tract for the erection of a new school building in the Walnut Grove district. Several years ago Amer Green was lynched by a mob for the murder of his sweetheart, Luelln Mnbbltt, the hanging faking place at a walnut tree in the Walnut Grove schoolyard. Since then the children have been filled with superstitious terror in regard to the place, and the once large school dwin dled to two pupils last winter, and after a few weeks' effort to get others to attend, school was dismissed. Strange stories were told about the place. Green's ghost was reported to have been seen, and the teachers re ported that they lieai'd unexplaiaable sounds about the building. The wal nut tree, before then a large and thrifty one, never bore foliage after the lynching, and stood a bleak re minder of the tragedy. No teacher could be found to accept the school for next winter, and in re-' sponse to the insistent demands of the patrons a new building will be erect ed a short distance away, the old site being abandoned.—lndianapolis Jour nal. Quick Work Might Solve It. A lady was recently reading to her young son the story of a little fellow whose father was taken ill and died, after which he set himself diligently to work to assist In supporting him self and his mother. When she had finished the story, she said: "Now. Tommy, if pa were to die, wouldn't you work to keep mamma?" "Why, no." said the little chap, not relishing the idea of work. "What for? Ain't we got a good house to live in?" "Oh, yes, my dear," said the mother, "but we can't cat the house, you know." "Well, ain't we got plenty of things in the pantry?" continued the young hopeful. "Certainly, dear." replied the moth er, "but they would not last long, and what then?" "Well, ma," said the young incorrigi ble, after thinking a moment, "ain't there enough to last till you get an- i other husband?" Ma gave It up—Answer's. f Carried Kitten. With ni. Teeth. Stradley is three years old and tt polite young man, as is indicated by the fact that he gravely doffs his hat when meeting a woman witli whom he is acquainted. He also believes that in some things nature's way is tho better. A family of kittens came to Strad ley's home, much to his delight. He carried one of the kittens about with him nnd marveled much that the kit ten should cry. The other day he saw the mother eat carryhig a kitten in her mouth, nnd a great light broke on Stradley. That afternoon he walked solemnly in to the house, holding a struggling kit ten firmly between his teeth. "Why. Stradley," said his mother, "you should not carry poor kitty that way." "No?" said the little man, and then added: "Why. It's mamma does."— , New York Mall and Express.
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