THE (SAOPtJRDA'ir MORaaTIBsTO COURIER
Minn
In a liuninoM way, hut hoa begun again,
ami may probably Hnd favor with lt
beautiful production of "Tho Forestcm."
THE HELP THAT COMES TOO LATE.
Most people nro fnmlllnr with, the
atory of "ThorcBo Raquln" which was
presented at tho Lansing 'Mundayntid'
Tuesday evenings under tho name of
"Tho Story of n Kiss."
A ntnn fulls in lovo with another
man's wife, and tho other man's wifo
fallsin lovo with him.
Tho husband is n weak specimen of
humanity and tho wifo and tho lover
tako him out boating, and they contrivo
to drown him without exciting suspi
cion. Then tho guilty pair aro married.
Conscience gets in Ms work.
Thoy quarrel and while they are dis
cussing tho details of their crlino tho
mothor of tho murdered husband ap
pears and ovorhenrs tho conversation.
Sho shrieks and falls to tho floor,
stricken with paralysis.
The criminals live in deadly fear that
tho mothor may recover and reveal
their secret.
Finnlly she does regain her power of
speech and accuses them.
Tho man pulls out a dagger and kills
his wifo, and then takes Prussiau acid
himself and oxpires while tho band
playB.
A nlco Btory, Isn't it?
Tho. French play .was interpreted by
tho Italian actress, Madellno Merit, and
u company of moro or less indifferent
players.
Miss Mcrll has nt least ouo merit,
thnt of originality. Sho is occontrlc,
and sho is an actress who, under fnvor
able circumstances, might uchievo con
Bldorablo success. In ono or two in
stances her support wus quite good.
But tho pcoplo who witnessed "lho
Story of a Kiss" didn't enjoy tho pluy.
It is morbid, erotic and revolting.
Guilty lovo Is prntrnyed in tho worst
possible guise. The wholo thing is
disgusting.
Very "Frenchy" French novels uro
bad enough as novels. Hut on tho Btago
thoy aro intolerable
"Tho Limited Mail" drew a very largo
attendance nt tho Lansing Wednesday
night. Tho play was given a most
through presentation, quito in keeping
with its former, appearances in this city.
Th'o scenic effects, ono of tho strong
features of this play wore very elab
orate, and tho company embraced u
number of clover people.
Thursday night "Tho Waifs of Now
York" was presented to a fair sized
audience. "Tho Waifa" suffered by tho
tire in Omaha Monday, but so mo of tho
scenery was preserved, and somo moro
was manufactured, and on tho wholo
tho show, ub seen Thursday night, was
not as badly crippled as migh havo boon
expected.
"Incog" wus tho attraction at tho
Iiunslng lust night. Mr. Dickson will
bo seen again this afternoon and even
CmcAno, Oct. 1. Special Coukikk
Correspondence. At tho Auditorium:
Imro Kirulfy'a mastor-pleco, "America,"
with its gorgeous pageants and historic
splendor.iu still on. Chicago Opera
house: "Sinbud." Hooley's theatre:
M. Coquolin and Mine. Jano Hading:
Tho Columbian thentro; Henry Irving,
Ellen Torry and tho London Lyceum
theatre company commenced an engage
ment at this houso Monday evening.
Grand opera houso: Hoyt's "A Trip to
Chinntown." McVickor's theatre: W. H.
Crano in Martha Morton's comedy
"Brother John." Tho Schiller thontro:
Felix Morris with his own company.
At tho Haymarket theatre: Robert
Hilliard and Paul Arthur in tho new
comedy "Tho Nomineo." At Huvlln's
South Sido theatre: John L. Sullivan
in "Tho Man from Boston." At tho
Trocadero: Sundow, and Mrs. Alice J.
3huw, wjll bo among the chief attrac
tions. Buffalo Bill's Wild' West show
will continue to present Custor's Last
Grand Charge.
Tl a wearlsomo world, till world of oura,
With Its Unities small mid great.
Owing to tho hard times in Denver
tho orchestra of tho beautiful Tabor
theatre has of lato consisted of ono
pianist. Tho outdoor performances of
"As You Liko If in Chicago broke
up with actors unpaid and general do
morallzation. Light truflluhas cuused
tho withdrawal of many railway trains in
tho south, and tho travelling plans of
theatrical companies aro thereby dis
arranged among tho nno-night towns.
Tho practice of placing a popular dancor
between tho acts of a light or worn-out
nlnv is extending. R. M. Hooley, tho
Chicago manager, had spells of hard
faro and bankruptcy in his day, but
remained jolly nnd kindly through it all,
and hud u halt a million to loavo at his
death. There is is a probability that
Beerbohm Tree will como to America
next winter with his Hoymurkot com
pany. Tho Empire's stock company,
aftor playing "Tho Girl I Loft Behind
Mo" uninterruptedly in Chicago all
hu minor, is on a tour with that drama.
Tho company belonging to Palmer'H
now travelling, will soon bring out is;
Boston u Pincro piece, "Tho Prolllgaten"
which is familiar in London but has
never been performed in America. Tho
Daly compuny was not vory prosperous
In London last summor, artistically or
Coming Attraction.
At tho matinee at tho Lansing
theatre today Charles Dickson will
repent "Incog." "Salt Collar" will bo
given as a curtain raiser. To-night
"Admitted to1 tho Bar" will bo presen
ted: This is an American dramatic
comedy of which tho story is as follows:
A young attorney gains a fortune for tin
illegitimate son, while at tho same timo
ho protects tho name of tho boy's
mother; although tho laws of tho state
of California, in which the i lay occurs,
uro such that maternity Is proven. Tho
dlfllculties of his position can be better
imagined than described, especially so In
view of tho fact thnt u claimant to tho
said estato turns up who knows who the
mother Is, nnd threatens to disclose her
name unless certain compromises ii'o
effected.
"Juno" is a screaming fnrco in three
acts. Humor without vulgarity is its
distinguishing characteristic. Tho
humor is of the kind that cnuses you to
explode us soon as tho curtain rises, nnd
It keeps you in u stuto of bubbling
luugutor until it onus. Wlion il was
first produced, "Jane" mndo a favorable
Impression. It is remembered with
pleasure, and on its return it will bo
welcomed back by u largo iindouthusias
tic audience.
It willbarecttlled that a guy young
London bachelor hud been living three
yours on tho interest of tin estate be
queathed to him on condition that ho
marry. This estato is in tho hands of u
trustee, who pays tho young man tho
income becuuso tho latter bus informed
him thut ho has taken a wife. Tho
young man is unduly extravagant, and
ono tlno day tho trustoo revolves to go
to London and rcmonstrato with him.
When tho spendthrift learns of his
coming ho is in a dilemma. Ho litis no
wifo, but ho bribes tho housemaid, June,
to impersonate her. Jano has just been
married to William, tho man-sorvnnt,
whom sho persuades, for financial rea
sons, to consent to tho deception. A
baby is borrowed, and nil manner of
devices employed to decoivo tho con
tiding old trustee. Tho fun is fast nnd
furious throughout thrco acts, and
finally explanations nro made, and all
ends happily.
Mr. Frohmun's company which is to
appear hero will include Miss Jennie
YcumnnB as "June' a compdionno woll
known for artistic work. Miss Yeamans'
creation of "Juno" is said to bo distinctly
different from tho many who havo on
acted tho role. A now charm has been
added. Among tho other members uro
Adolph Jackson, Josoph Allen, Alfred
Fisher, Schnitz Edwards, Mastor Joo
Totton, Miss Francis Steven, Maggio
Hollo way Fisher, Miss Currio Reynolds,
and others who havo helped to muko tho
comedy famous. "Jano" nt tho Lans
ing Monday night.
Tuesday und Wednesday Elinor E.
Vance's realistic comedy drama, "Patent
Atmlicd For" will bo presented at tho
Lansing.theatro. Tho story of tho play
is on u comparatively now subject, tho
struggle for tho possession of u patent.
This themo the author has bundled in a
very effective and dramatic manner, in
stead of having tho characters of tho
play mako lengthy explanations, en
deavoring to convoy to tho uudionco an
idea of tho ingenuity and valuo of tho
invention, as most pluywrights would
havo boon content to do. Mr. Vunco in
troduces a heavy and complicated pioco
of machinery in completo oporation in
full viow of tho uudionco. Tho com
pany comprises tho following: Willurd
Leo, W. C. Holdon, Harry Rich, Philip
H. Ryloy, Chas. Aldrich, R. rhlllips,
Harry Branch, C. Aldrich, II. Rich,
Chas. E. Huntington. Geo. Morrison, II.
French, M. J. McKowon, Goo. Long, M.
Blackwood, Kato OoBterlo, Edith Tulbot,
Eliza S. Hudson, Little Mabel,
Hoyt's comedy "A Texas Steer." will
be presented at tho Lansing thontro
October 1!1. This comedy, embracing
us it does, somo of Hoyt's clovoroBt
work, enjoys a poronnlul freshness and
popularity. In tho hands of tho origi
nal company it bus ouch year boon im
proved until it has becomo ono of the
bent of its class of attractions. Tim
Murphy is still doing tho purt of
MavtTi'vk Biinuler, and most of tho
other characters aro in the old hands.
Flora Wtilsh, Mrs. Hoyt, will bo missed.
Hor part Howy, is tukon this year by
Alice Evans, who is familiar to most of
tho admirers of Hoyt's comodios. "A
Texas Steer" has drawn a crowded
houso ut each presentation in this city,
und it will probably draw as well as
over next weok.
It weeds thnt smother tho surlnRlnu flowers
And Itn hapless strifes with fate,
Hut the darkest day of It dcsolato day
Bees tho help that comes too late.
Ah! rrxt for the word thut Is nnvot aald
Till the ear la deaf to hear,
Aim () ipr i no iai-H,H.imilF'"V"'ut,lu"H
in tn ringing snoiii 01 nicer.
Ah! woo for tho lacunrd foot that tread
In the mournful wnku of tho lilor.
What boototh help when tho heart Is numbt
What booteth a broken spar
Of love thrown out when the lips aro dumb.
And life's bark drlftcth (art
Oh! far and fast from tho alien past,
Over tho moaning burl
A pitiful thing tho gift today
That la dross and nothing worth,
Though It It had como but yesterday
It had brimmed with sweet the earth.
A fading rose In a death odd hand
That perished In want and dearth.
Who fain vould help In this world of ours
Where, sorrowful steps must fall,
Itrlng help la time to tho waning powers
Ero tho bier Is spread with the pall,
Nor send reserve when tho flag nro furled
And tho dead be) end )our call.
For baffling most In thl dreary world,
With Its tangles smalt and great,
Its lonesomo nights and Its weary days
And Its struggles forlorn with fato,
Is that bitterest grlof, too deep for tears.
Of tho help that comes too lato.
Margarrt E. Bangstor In Harper's Uaxar.
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If n ninn desires solitude, let him go to
tho const lino ot Suffolk, keeping well to
tho south of tho great east const watering
places, where the common herd herds. At
the edge of the sen there nro vast, uncom
promising plains of. shingle. Behind these
there nro mnraken tailing off to heather
clnd moors. On each rising promontory
there Is n fishing village, and somo of them
hnvo escaped the excursion tre.lu. At the
feet ot somo ot them the sea sinus on unin
terrupted by the Intellectual song of tho
negro minstrel, vulgar curiosity nas not.
penetrated to somo of these rurnl haunts,
nnd here n man may pcihaps lend hit own
eccentric life be more or less resigned to
cxlstenco In his own eccentric wny, without
being questioned over much.
To ono of these hamlets Craven Lester
went, keeping In mind the cx-sallor'a coun
sel nuent tho sen. Ho wandered on the mi
compromising shingle. He sat on an old
oak gate anil gazed out over tho mnrsh
with n certain patient wilting In his eyes.
Ono Sunday evening ho went to church,
nnd Miss Marcia Oatvllle, the rector's
daughter, saw him without onco looking
In his direction. How she did this is not
our business to Inquire. It is only ours to
noto the fact nnd dumbly ndmire the ways
ot maidenhood.
The next day tho old rector, Mr. Oatvllle,
culled. Ho was a tall old man, with "a
fnco like a benediction," who seemed to
havo lived his life in somo bygone dny nnd
was patiently performing his daily duties
'in anticipation of nn approaching holiday. ,
ille.welcoined .Lester to tho, parish wthn
kindly fervor mat una no real sincerity in
It nnd foreboro from nuking questions.
Ho explained that he hnd seen him In
church, and It was a pleasure to make the
acquaintance, of so cultivated a ninn in a
rural district such ns his, where education
was a thing unknown, nnd, ho added, with
a meaning smile, "undesirable." lie
glanced at- the pile of books, nt tho open
packet of sermon paper nnd tho pen, but
ho said nothing und presently took his
leave.
Miss Marcia Ontvlllo was an enterprising
young lady, and in less than a fortnight sho
knew nil about Craven Lester. Sho knew,
for instance, thnt tho i liken curse was laid
upon him; thnt he was never quito happy
without a pen and something to write upon.
He found plenty to write about, but he had
not yet found out what tho British public
wanted to read, t inuliy lie told ucr or inc
Incident liii'Myru'Hbar.whlcU ho vaguely,
described as a sort of club, and sho said
that she liked Sam Crozier.
Sho hud n way ot leaning forward with
her elbow on her knee nnd her chin within
her hand. She had rather wistful, deep
blue eyes, with dark lashes, and when she
listened to Craven Lester sho looked in a
dreamy wny post him over his head
through the walls. It was evident that she
liked to hear of this world wlilcli lie linn
left behind this world so full of men
young men with hopes and aspirations and
dreams nnd ambitions nnd no wives.
Be could hardly tell her too much about
that world nnd ot the men who formed it.
She got to have likes and dislikes. She
liked Sam Crozier in fact, in a small,
subtle way sho began to love him. She
liked Tom Vnlliunt. But she did not llko
the Irishman, nnd she hated tho poet chiefly
because ho had n bushy beard.
"Aud," shesaldsuddenlyoneday, "Have
you begun to write tho book?"
They were sitting ou u piece ot driftwood
the mainmast ot some dead and forgotten
ship on tho bench. Ho turned and looked
nt her with something rather like shame iu
his deep, rellectlvu eyes.
"No not yet, I 1 huvo forgotten about
It lately."
Which mennt that she had mndo him
forget. Sho understood thnt and rather
liked It. Sho knew thnt ho was clever.
The same uufathomed depth behind his
eyes which hnd caught the attention of the
poet and of thu remaining shareholders in
"Craven Lester's Brain, Limited," bad af
fected her, This man was not like others.
Ho was certainly very different from tho
coarse young sporting squires ot tho neigh
Ixirhood. Marcia Oatvllle had an immense.
respect for literature. Suo worshiped it
from afar rending everything that per
colated through to the remote country rec
tory. There was a certain glory in the
slightest connection with a book even in
the prevention of Its progress.
"Hut," shesnid, with n gravo smile, "you
must stnrt at once."
She made a llttlu movement as if to rise.
"I think," sho went on, "that you ought to
go homo at onto and. begin."
"I would rather not," ho answered quiet
ly. "I am learning. I am soaking my
brain with salt, as I was told to do by the
shareholders."
After awhile sho consented to stay, and
they discussed the unwritten book. They
met again thu next day and discussed It
further. Then Craven Lester began to
write, and what starvation failed to do the
girl did. What tho cleverest editors in
London failed to accomplish Marcia Oat
vllle accomplished with those wistful blue
eyes of hers.
She knew nothing of writing Iwoks, was
happily Ignorant of the trouble called stylo
and could not hnve written a book were It
to snvo her life. But she supplied that
which was missing In Craven Lester. She
brought about the upheaval so much de
sired by the bea riled noet.
Marcia Oatvllle had thnt suppressed sense
of the dramatic which Im-Ioiikh to a solitary
life. She l.ud also a vivid Imagination
handed down In her from bygone llauto
vllles together with a dainty little nipilllnn
noiwuul the dark blue eyes. Shu could
not write n novel, but she could construct
one with the unerring Instinct of an tin
trammeled li.inglnntion,
Ijhoknew nothing of life mid what she
Imagined It to hu was n much finer, more
Iioctlc, gtandcr thing than Craven I, ester
mew It. to lie. And It nil canto uhuut as
thfrpoethad prophesta!.' Rom one took
Craven I .ester s liralu and worked It llko n
tawing machine. But. none nf thnsomen
In Myra's liar had seemed to harbor tho
possibility tli:i, tho some olio should lien
woman.
'i'hu plot w.is partly his nnd partly hers.
She told him what he had to do with a
gravely Misessv little air, which mndo
(in heai t le'ip In his breast, ami he did It
tilth u skill aud power which nstoiiMied
her, Ignorant as she was or such matters.
llouniked at It night und day, and In
Irss than two mouths the manuscript was
sent to the poet. The bushy headed iinu
aud Samuel Cmxler discussed It together
In an Inner room behind the red eiiitalnsln
Myra's Mar, while Syru, occupied In her
cm ft, washed up her glasses and took no
not lea of them. From these the manu
script went to tho publisher, from the pub
lisher to the printer with nu urgent letter,
and for todays thu post took u dally packet
of proofs down to Craven Lester In his ru
ral exile. The men In Loudon knew that It
wu good.
Craven Lester sent the proofs back care
fully corrected, loiter on ho wrote his
inuno across tho back ot a very handsome
c'...ck and started a serious banking ac
count. But he never offered to go back to
town. Myra's Bar looked for him In vain.
Then hu suddenly became famous. Fume
c; le to him in thnt strange way ot hers
finm nowhere nnd yet from all ways at
once. A solid fame it was, that came to
stay.
In the meniitlmu he lingered nt tho edge
of the sen, and one day he told Marcia Out
ride that hu loved her. Hu was strangely
grave, anxious, breathless. Of course slio
ought to huvo Keen It coming. But some
how she did not. This was ohlelly owing
to that Imagination of hers. Shu had Im
agined It differently. It was one thing to
make a man write n wonderful book such
a hookas only comes onto or twlcu Inn
generation. It was another to marry tho
author nnd settle down into n humdrum
literary life. She hud imagined herself a
second Iuconnuc to n new Prosper Merl
nice. But had tho Incounuo married Mori
nice, where would havo been tho letters?
Shu did not think thnt she loved Craven
Lester, and she told him so, but ho per
suaded her to the contrary, Ho argued and
pleaded, and finally she began to think this
must be love. His great, deep eyes helped
her In this decision and a certain presence
of the unexpected In him which wns fasci
nating. They were formally engaged, and the
Bev. Mr. Ontvlllo was vnstly pleased. Kv
erythltig was Idyllic aud sweet and hnppy
for several mouths, and thou a friend of
Mnrcla's childhood como homo on leave
from India. Ho was a brilliant youngstnIT
officer In nil thu heyday ot that early famo
which Is not fume ut all. Hu possessed the
Victoria cross and was Immensely pleased
with himself nnd the world.
, Tho rest of Marcia Oatvllle.' story Is
nauseatingly old. The man of action wns
a pleasant change after the absorbed man
ot thought. Tho breezy self confidence of
tho child ot fortune was exhilarating after
a loiig spell ot thnt thotightfulncss which
is left behind by one single failure. Craven
Lester could not stand up against this re
verse , of fortune. He was bewildered and
raw MiircluOutvlllo'B love slipping through
his fingers without knowing bow to stny it,
"Oil, ho will bo all right," tho young sol
dier said, with his lipstoocloso to Marcia's
ear, ouo evening iu the drawing room. "He
will go ou writing his stuffy old books ami
will be successful and all that."
He had tried to read the great novel and
had not como anywhere near to a compre
hension of it.
"You nro not suited to him u bit. You
would not bo happy you know you would
not,'; went on the young olllccr, who wan
'profoundly convinced that thu cream of
humanity wears n red coat. "Besides,
what would becomo of mof"
That was tho question. What would be
como of hi ml Marcia did not know, so
she gave in. Neither of them seemed to
think of asking what would become of
Craven Lester.
She wrote aud told him. When ho call
ed, sho would not see him. So Craven Ia-s-ter
packed up his things nnd went back to
town.
Ho returned to his old rooms, nnd tho
orders came in. A magazine editor would
Ihj glad to accept stories ot 3,000 words and
upward. Somebody else wanted a novel.
A third would pay handsomely for a serial.
Craven Lester pulled himself together
and bought some more sermon paper. He
persuaded himself that It was all right. It
was all a mlstaku nbout Marcia Oatvllle.
Ho had never really cared for her. Poor
soult ho como clown to the argument that
ho certainly could not euro for tier now
after her contemptible lack ot faithfulness.
He went to Myra's Bar in thu evening.
There be met tho poet aud Sam Crozier.
He discussed with them vurious orders aud
decided which to accept. It wns to bo a
novel.
PHILOSOPHICAL
An Old Nearn Who Thought m CJreat Deal
nf Himself,
Old Pcto wns a philosopher. Ho wns de
scribed tonions having both a retrospective
and philosophical rust of rouutenntice. Ho
hnd Ihsmi a soldier, having belonged to one
ot tho most gallantly behaved colored regi
ments that fought In the battle of Fort
Donnlson.
Tho person to whom I am Indebted for
the following dialogue discovered old IVIu
upon the hurricane deck of a Mississippi
steamer, and by way nf uti Introduction
said!
"1 suppose you were In the war, for you
look llko a soldier?"
"Yes, snh, I had a lectio tnsto oh It at
I-Vt Ilotielson."
"Stood your ground, did your"
"No, sali; lunncd."
"Ban at tho first lire, did your"
"Ynas, siili) would hnb run soonnh If I'd
knowed It wns conlln,"
"Why, that was not very crcdltublo to
your courage,"
"Massnh, wah wasn't In my Hun. Cook In
wero my perfesshln."
"Well, but had you no regard for your
teputallonr"
"Yes, sir; but reputation's ituftln what
ever to mo by do sldu nt life."
"Do you consider your life worth more
than other people's J"
"Wuth more to me, snh."
"Then you must valuo It very highly."
"I docs, sah, mote dan all dls world,
nio'nh dan 1,000,000, for what am dat to a
man wld do href out'u hlmsulf t Preserva
tion am do fust law, sah,"
"But why should you act upon a differ
ent rule from other mcuf"
"'Case different men hns different vnllers
on dalr lilies. Mluo am not In do market,"
"But If you hnd lost It In the war you
would havo hnd tho satisfaction of know
ing that you died for your country."
"Wot satisfaction would dat bo, m assah,
wld do power of feulln gouof"
"Then patriotism nnd honor nro nothing
to you?"
"Nuflln whatever, sah, Ntiffln whatever.
I 'gards 'em as 'inotig da vanities."
"But If our soldiers hnd all been llko
you traitors might have broken up the
government without resistance."
"Vans, salt, dnr wud been no help fur
It."
"Do you think any of your company
would havo missed you If you hnd been
kltledf"
"Mebbe not, massnh. A dead white man
ain't much nccoiiut, lot ulotien dead ulggah,
but I'd miss myself awfully, and dat wns
do pint wld olu Pete." Philadelphia Times.
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Uest of nil, they rarely contain any of thnt
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Mr. Webb asked:
"Are you a good idiot? "
"Oh, I can hnuft n candle," replied the
traveler.
"I suppoBU that's why you went oat
there to practice on tapirs," aald the wit
quietly.
A certain judgo, n scholarly man and a
most brilliant conversationist, who was,
however, noted as nn Interminable talker,
Mid one day, upenking of Mr. Webb,
"There'a a clover fellow, a brilliant fellow;
what a pity he has au Impediment In his
speech I"
This remark was repeated to Mr. Webb
by an Intimate friend. On hearing it he
said gravely:
"There'a Judge ; he's it clever fellow,
a brilliant fellow; what a pity that lis
BEST LINE
TO
ST. LOUIS
hnsn'tl"
An nvri-llent rubuku Is that which Mr.
Auother great novel, only greater. ' Webb is reported to havo given to his cook
Ho Mild he hud not nultu decided what It
should be. lie did not see in to bnvcnuy
definite plot to offer for their approval.
Hut hu unid that hu would just shut hlni
fcelf up in his roonm nnd begin KriudliiK nt
it. Hedld not vouchsafe any details as to
the method of working which hnd produced
tho great novel, and In Myru'a liar it was
notethpiettutonsknuestloiis. No one knew
anything of his life durlngtho mouths that
wcreptuit. They only haw with their eyes
and heard with their ears thatho was quito
a different man. Hut then nothing changes
u man m quickly and so thoroughly an
fame.
Craven Lester did nliut himself up in his
rooms. He laid out thu sermon pajiernud
aflixcd n new jien In his penholder, but lie
fore beginning to work hu wit buck In his
chair aud thoughtfully nibbled thu end of
the penholder.
In three wekM ho camo back to Myra's
liar.
"Well," Home ono cried, "bow is tho new
book getting on?"
lie smiled iu his nlow, grave wny slower,
lierliaps, und graver.
"Not begun yet," ho replied.
"Not beguur".
"Not yet."
That was 10 yearn ao. Since then
Myra's Har hu.t been burned down and a
new Myra'i built up. Syra well,
Syra has journeyed on, ns it Is written
elsewhere. Iu thu now Myra's Har, Iu tho
inner room, you may see, Craven Iestcr any
evening at the hour when the failures con
gregiite. If any of them ask about
book, ho will answer with u snill
grown mystic:
"Not begun yet."
Wili-oii Leonard, the doctor, bays thnt It
is a slow, creeping paralysis of the brain.
Hut thu poet, whose head U almost white
now, hint n tlnsiry of his own. National
, (Mw"rr.
AND
on ono occasion
"You don't think I'll ate with a nnyuerf"
Inquired thnt functionary Indignantly on
hearing that n colored wnlter had been en
gaged. "I don't know," answered Mr. Webb
quietly. "I'll speak to him and see If lie
has any objections." louuraiumpaiuun. ,
All lUgM.
"My wife will benr witness," said tho .
prisoner nt the bar, "thnt at the very tlmu j
I am ucciihed ot imrKiuming iur. nmiius
premises I was engaged lu walking the
floor with my Infant child lu my nrms, en- j
deuvoring to soothe It by singing 'Hock-a- I
by, Baby.' "
"The prisoner is dlschnrRed," remarked
his honor. "Ho can prove a lullaby!"
Harper's jlazur.
KncoursBlng.
Tho Hector Well, Mr. Sinlthers, what t
did you think ot the entertainment last '
night (penny readings and part hons by
the choir), and my bbaitcspeurenu recita
tion; did you like itf
Farmer Sinlthers (churchwarden) O-h
yes, sir, secinln'ly. I hain't heard no com
plaluts. Tit-lilts.
CHICAGO
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ON THE CREST OF THE fULEGHANIES.
(Main Lino I). & O. R. It.)
SEASON OPHNS JUNE 15, 1893.
Rates, tGO, 97."i nnd 900 a month, ac
cording to location. Addrera
GEORGK D. DkSUIELDS, Mnnager,
Cumberland, Mil., up to Juno 10: aftor
that date, either Deer Park or Oakland,
Gurrott county, Md,
Cree
1 arms
6herkse.n.
I I'rrpo.teroiii.
"What's the matter, Hmsher You look
I ud."
i "I am sad. I decorated a net of soup
dates for Mrs. Hoodelle, and what do you
Wrlto to K. L. Fslmer, P, A. Santo F Routs
Omaha. Neb., (or fres copjrof illustrated fohlw
I describing;
Clierolce ttsli,
and theToukawa, Pawnee andKlckapooRjai
i YHtloiti, soon to Mopeoad for settlement bj tM
j U. S. cot ramrnt. Millions of acres lathed
' est agricultural country under the sun, watlfsc
to bo tickled bv the husbandman's plowiharst
thl. Is nlrontt the last chance to obtain on f
I Uucle Sam's free farm.
it the new VV does wltli themf"
ethathu, "Jive It up. hat '
I "Uses 'em for MJUp!" Life,
not
Ou on llubby.
Iluslwiid (anxiously)-You should
carry your pockrtlKxikiu your bauds.
Wlfn (reassurliitilv) Oh. It Isn't at all
heavy. New York Weekly.
Is thntitloot
an Illustrat
ed folder d
kcrlblng tba
fanns.
. ranches,
Tho nrottla
of fruit rnUhii;nroit forth lu detail : also (acta
rolativo to sheep, cattlo und cultural (arutltvi.
No other country poise' such a doslrabUt
i riimniu nu inn ji' "i nw n u
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