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About The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 25, 1898)
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In the BTl afternoon the lady came to the bed- H ( B a Marjorie was sitting up in bed that H S v day. propped up by pillows , looking the H jjk-- , / very ghost of what she had once been ; fl t\ ; while on the bed beside her was little fl \ ) Leon , surrounded by his toys. He looked - M \ ) -ed up , laughed , and clapped his hands | B fc | when Miss Dove came in , but she only B I I -smiled and gently rebuked him for his fl | I boisterousness. H \ \ Then she sat down beside the bed B V and took Marjorie's hand. B H Ij "Well , my child , " she said , "so | \ \ you are rapidly getting well. " m | \ For a moment Marjorie was silent H V she could not speak. Tlic tears were K } blinding her eyes and choking her | ( voice , but she bent her head and kissed H A , the hand that had saved her. H \ f "Come , come , " said Miss Dove , "you H j I must not give way like this. You have HI I to tell me all about yourself , for at H I ' j present I know absolutely nothing. " H | With an effort , Marjorie conquered H I her emotion and dried her tears. But H 1 what had she to tell ? nothing , it H S eeemed , except that she was friendless H I 1 "Nay , * * said the lady , gently. "You B 1 are not that ; from the moment you en- H W , tered this door you had friends. But H B S tell me , my child , how was it I found B you and your child starving upon ray 1 I threshold ? You have a husband , per- 1 I haps ? Is he alive or dead ? " Plfl Marjorie shook her head. B B "He is here , in Paris , madame. " H M "And his name is Caussidiere , is it H not ? So Leon has told me. " • H k "Yes , madame , Monsieur Caussi- BBBBsl B \ \ i diere. " H M - > t "We must seek him out , " continued BBBBr K if Miss Dove. "Such conduct is not to H B \ \ ljC endured. A man has no right tom \ * bring his wife to a foreign country and m \ H m \ then desert her. " B m j& J \ "Ah , no , " cried Marjorie ; "you must J ot ° tuat * * W'M leave the house m rf II X whenever you wish , madame , but. do ! | I j/S not force me to see him again. " BftBBk j I / Miss Dove looked at her for a mo- | Bl I ' " " " " ' ' * ment in silence ; then she rang for the BjBiil nurse , lifted Leon from the bed , and HT Pl sent him away. BAvAS j "Now. my child , " she said , when the H two women were alone , "tell me your H And Marjorie told it. or as much of it as she could recall. She told of her early life in the quaint old manse in Annandale with Mr. Lorraine Solomon and Mysie ; of Miss Hetherington , and of the Frenchman who-came with his specious tongue and wooed her away. Then she told of her life in Paris , of lier gradual estrangement from all her friends , and finally of her desertion by < the man whom until then she had be lieved to be , her husband. "So. " said the lady , when she had finished , "you were married by the English law , and the man is in reality not your husband. Well , the only thing we can do is to leave him alone altogether , and apply * o your friends. ' - Marjorie shook her head. "That is useless , madame , " she said. "When my little boy had naught but starvation before him I wrote to my mother in Annandale , but she did not answer me. " • Is that so ? " v "Yes , madame , it is true. " "It is very strange , " she said , "but we must see what can be done , Mar- • joric may I call you Marjorie ? In the meantime you must not think of all these sad things. You must amuse yourself with Leon and get well quick ly , and my task will be the lighter. " After this interview Miss Dove visit i ed Marjorie every day , and sometimes sat for an hour or more by her bedside ; and when at length the invalid , who gained strength every day , was able to rise from her bed , she lay upon a couch , by tfie window , and watched the sunshine creeping into the streets. It was not like Marjorie to remain idle when there was so much to be done , and as the weakness passed away lier brain began to work , planning fftr the future. She had several schemes made when she spoke of them one night to Miss Dove. The lady listened quietly , then she said : "You would rather remain in Paris , Marjorie , than go home ? " "Madame , I have no home. " "You have Annandale Oastle. " She shook her head. r "Indeed , it is not my home now ! I f wrote , and there was no answer. " "But suppose you heard that that was all a mistake ; suppose you learned that your dear mother was ready to open her arms to receive you , what would you say then , my child ? " S. "arjoric did net reply. If the truth • IB W 7/ INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION. must be told , her troubled heart found little comfort in the thought 61 a meet ing with Miss Hetherington. I * ' " , At last , after long reflection , she spoke : "I know my mother she .is * my mother is very good ; but' it has all- been a fatality since I was born , and I can hardly realize yet that we.are so close akin. Ah ! if I had bnt known , madame ! If she had but told meat * the first , I should never have lqCt Scot land , or known so much sorrow ! " Miss Dove sighed in sympathetic ac quiescence. "It is a sad story , " she replied. "Your mother , proud lady . as T3he is , has been a great sinner ; hut she has been terribly punished. Surely , my child , you do not bear any anger against her in your heart ? " "None , madame ; but she is so strange and proud. I am almost afraid of her still. " "And you have other loving friends , " continued the lady , smiling kindly , "Do you remember Mr. Sutherland ? " "Johnnie Sutherland ? " cried Mar jorie , joyfully. "Who told you of him ? " "Himself. He is back here in Paris. " Marjorie uttered a cry of delight. "You have seen him ? You have spok en to him ? He knows " "He knows everything , my child ; and he is waiting below till I give him the signal to come up. Can you 'bear to see him ? " There was no need to ask that ques tion. Marjorie's flushed cheek and sparkling eye had answered it long be fore. Miss Dove stole quietly from the room , and almost immediately reap peared , followed by Sutherland him self. "Marjorie ! my poor Marjorie ! " he cried , seizing her hands and almost sobbing. But who was this that Marjorie saw approaching , through the mist of her own joyful tears ? A stooping figure , leaning upon a staff , turning toward her a haggard fa e , and stretching out a trembling palsied hand. It was Miss Hetherington , trembling and weeping , all the harsh lineaments softened with the yearning of a mother's love. "My bairn ! my bairn ! " "Oh , mother ! mother ! " cried Mar jorie ; and mother and daughter clung together , reunited in a passionate em brace. CHAPTER XXXIV. J [ - tHEY \ took her home ' i lp * ) with her little boy /N3fril ! ) t0 Annandale , and l M there in the old j > " \ r yfJI'V * Castle Marjorie fftL dfs 1' soon recovered her Jli a/3 health and her \ strength. It W ff KJj ) Sy was winter still ; If frsjie landscane was t s white with snow , the trees hung heavily under the icy load , and a blue mask of ice covered the flowing An nan from bank to bank ; but to Mar jorie all was gladsome and familiar as she moved about from scene to scene. She wore black , like a widow , and so did little Leon ; and , indeed , it was a common report everywhere that her husband was dead , and that she was left alone. As to Miss Helherington's secret , all the world knew it now , for the swift tongue of scandal had been busy be fore Marjorie's return. Heedless of the shame , heedless of all things in the world , save her joy in the possession of her daughter , the grand old lady re mained in deep seclusion in her lonely ancestral home. In these sad , yet happy days , who could be gentler than Miss Hethering ton ? The mask of her pride fell off forever , and showed a mother's loving face , sweetened with humility and heavenly pity. She was worn and fee ble , and looked very old ; but whenever. Marjorie was near she was happiness itself. The fullest measure of her love , how ever , was reserved for Marjorie's child. Little Leon had no fear of her , and soon , in his pretty broken English , learned to call her "grandmamma. " "We began wi' a bar sinister , " said the lady one day , as they sat together ; "but there's no blame and no shame , Marjorie , on you and yours. Your son is the heir of Annandale. " "Oh , mother , " cried Marjorie , sadly , "how can that be ? I am a mother , but no wife. " "You're wife to yon Frenchman , " an swered Miss Hetherington ; "ay , his lawful wedded wife by the English and the Scottish law. Out there in France he might reject you by the law of man ; but here in Scotland , you're his true wife still , though I wish , with all my heart , you were his widow instead. " "Is that so , mother ? " "True as gospel , Marjorie. It's wi' me the shame lies , like the bright speck of blood on the hands of the thane's wife , which even the perfumes of Araby couldna cleanse awa' ! " "Don't talk of that , mother ! " cried Marjorie , embracing the old lady. "I am sure you are not to blame. " "And you can forgive me , my bonny bairn ? " "I have nothing to forgive ; you were deceived as as I have been. Oh , mother , men are wicked ! I think they have evil hearts. " The old ladv looked long and fondly in her daughter's face ; then Bho said , with a loving amile : * ' that has the heart , 'I ken one man ' of a king ay , of an angel , Marjorie. " "Who , mother ? " "Who but Johnnie Sutherland ? my blessings on the lad ! But for him , I should have lost my bairn forever , and it was for his sake , Marjprie , that I wished ye were a widow indeed ! " v Marjorie flushed a deep crimson and turned her head away. Sutherland's unswerving devotion had not failed to touch her deeply , and she understood it now in all its passionate depth and strength ; but she still felt herself un der the shadow of her old sorrow , and she knew that the tie which bound her to Caussidiere could only be broken by death. , * * * * * * Thus time passed on , until the dreary • desolate winter of that terrible year , so memorable to France and French men , set in with all its vigor. There was little joy for Sutherland. Indeed , his trials were becoming almost more than he could bear , and he was wonder ing whether or not , after all , he should leave his home and Marjorie , when there came a piece of news which fair ly stunned him. It came in the shape of a letter and a paper from his Parisian artist friend. The letter , after a few preparatory words , ran as follows : "You may be shocked , but I hardly think you will be sorry to hear of the death of your little friend's husband , Leon Caussidiere. He disappeared in a most mysterious manner , and is sup posed to have been privately put to death. What he was , Heaven knows ! but he mixed a good deal in politics , and judging from what you told mo about him , I shouldn't be at all sur prised to hear that he was a spy. Well , at any rate , whatever he was he is gone peace be to his soul , and I fancy the world will get on a good deal better without him than with him. At any rate , a certain part of it will , I know ! With this I send a paper , that you may read the official account of the death of your friend , and know that there is no mistake about it. " Having finished the letter , Suther land turned to the paper glanced down its columns ; came upon a mark ed paragraph , and read as follows in the French tongue : "Caussidiere , holding an officer's commission under the Committee of Public Safety , has been convicted of treasonable practices and put to death. He was tried by military tribunal , and executed yesterday. " Sutherland put down the paper and held his hands to his head ; he was like a man dazed. Was ho glad ? No , he would not allow himself to feel glad to rejoice In the death of a fellow- creature , even though he was his en emy. emy.And yet , if Caussidiere was dead , Marjorie was free. The very thought seemed to turn his brain. He put both the letter and the paper in his pocket , and went up to his room. He could network work , but he sat down among his pict ures and tried to think. What must he do ? Go to Marjorie ? No , he could not do that for she would detect the joy In his face and voice , and her sensitive nature would recoil from him , and that he could not bear. He must not see her ; other lips than his must tell the news. He remained all the morning shut up in his room , but in the afternoon he left the house , and walked slowly across the fields toward Annandale Castle. ( TO BC COXTIXUEn. ) COAL AND IRON. Showing : That Great liritain Is Xot Holding Ilpr Own. Statistics show that , whereas Great Britain in 1840 produced 75 per cent of the world's supply of coal , at the pres et time it produces only 34 per cent , says Nature. Atlantic liners no longer carry coal from Great Britain for the return journey ; they now take in American coal , and no less than 1,500 , - 000 tons of American coal were thus consumed in 1S95. The condition of the iron manufacturing industries has al ways exercised a most important influ ence on the production of coal so that a large demand for iron draws with it a large demand for mineral fuel. Dur ing the last twenty-five years the world's production of pig iron has in creased from 12,000,000 to 26,000,000 tons ; but the share taken by Great Britain has fallen from 48.8 per cent to 29 per cent , while that of the United States has increased 'from 14.1 per cent to 26.2 per cent , that of Germany from 11.4 per cent to 21.4 per cent , and that of Russia from 3 per cent to 4.7 per cent. Indeed , iron is now being im ported from the United States into this country , and , incredible as it may seem , the railway station at Middles- borough , the center of the iron trade , is built of iron brought from Belgium. Surely , then , the author of "Our Coal Resources at the Close of the Nine teenth Century" is hardly right in thinking that British coal and Iron still held their own. He argues that other countries of Europe are exhaust ing their coal supplies just as Great Britain , yet the figures he gives show that Germany has in reserve , within a depth of 3,000 feet , 109,000,000,000 tons of coal , as compared with our 81,683 , - 000,000 tons within a depth of 4,000 feet. And this estimate does not include brown coal , of which Germany raises 25,000,000 tons annually. I'roliablo Change hi the Kubbor Industry Hitherto rubber has usually been se cured by the wasteful method of cut ting down the trees. The recent dis covery that the leaves furnish a purer and more copious suppiy of gum than the trees , promises to produce a great change in that Industry. BATTLE WITH SPIDERS. A a Itnmilt of It a St. LouU 3Iuu May Ul Peculiar Symptom * . John Held , who had a battle with spiders at J. A. Patten's grocery store , 822 Market street , is much worse , sayu the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Dr. Kear- nej of the city dispensary staff fears the victim of the venomous insect is a doomed man. Deadly poison is cours ing through his veins and symptoms of lockjaw are developing. A peculiar feature of Hold's aiiliction is that he is able to be about and attend to his duties. He apparently does not realize his danger. Three unsightly marks , two on the left side of his nose and one on his chin , show where he was bitten. His jaws are becoming rigid. He talks with difficulty. "I am feeling pretty well this morning , " said Held to a re porter , "but 1 can scarcely open my mouth. There seems to be big lumps in my throat and my jawbones ache. My arms and shoulders are .covered Avith red blotches , which seem to grow larger all the time. I am sure I was not bitten on the arms or shoulders , for I wore my coat when the spiders attacked me. The poison must be com ing to the surface. When I went to the cellar to pack a case of goods Thursday ijight I removed a lot of rubbish to get a box. I felt something run across my face and brushed it off. When it dropped to the floor 1 saw it was a black spider. I stepped on it. In an instant the place seemed alive with spiders. They ran across my face and hands. I did not know I had been bitten until I came upstairs. A friend asked me what was the matter with my nose. I looked in a mirror and saw there were two big blisters on my left nostril. When I touched them they burst. I was feverish all night. Friday morning I found a third blister on my chin. I went to the dispensary and had the wounds cauterized. The blotches on my arms and shoulders have appeared since. " A reporter ac companied Held to the dispensary Sat urday morning. Dr. Kearney examined him and expressed surprise at the progress of the virus through the sys tem. "This man has a clear case of blood-poisoning , " he said. "Even if lockjaw does not set in he may die. " After the wounds were dressed Held went back to work , still refusing to be lieve in the doctor's diagnosis. The spiders which bit Held are known as black spiders. Their engine of de struction is a mandible or claw , which when not in use is folded between the jaws. When the black spider settles on his victim he opens his jaws and extends the mandible. As the claw-like organ enters the flesh , a poison sac in the tip of the mandible is opened and the deadly virus injected. Man's Infallible Guide. Conscience is the voice of the soul ; the passions are the voice of the body. It is astonishing that often these two languages contradict each other , and then to which must we listen ? Too of ten reason deceives us ; wehaveonly toe much acquired the right of refusing to listen to it , but conscience never de ceives us ; it is the true guide of man ; it is to man what instinct is to the body , which follows it , obeys nature , and never is afraid of going astray. London Echo. Urcvity. Dr. Abernethy was notoriously one o ! the most laconic of men. It is said that one day there was among his patients a woman who had burned her hand. Showing him the wound , she said , "A burn , " "A poultice , " answered the die- tor. Next day she called and said "Bet ter. " "Repeat , " said the doctor. In a week she made her last call , and her speech was lengthened to three words. "Well , your fee ? " "Nothing , " said the physician , "you are the most sensible woman I ever met. " UifTorent Xoav. Boozeleigh When I was first mar ried , no matter how late I came home , my wife always greeted me with smiles. Woozleigh And now ? Booze leigh ( sighing ) Lam obliged to get all my smiles now on the way home. JUVENILE JOKES. Beth ( seeing a hen shaking some feathers off , excitedly ) "Look , there 's a hen boiling over. " Ethel ( aged 6) "I wonder where all the clergymen come from ? " Frances ( aged 5) "I suppose the choir boys grow up into ministers ! " "Charley , you should not say 'that air. ' It isn't proper. " A few days aft er the father brought home an airgun. whereupon Charley said : "Papa , what must I say when I want to say that airgun ? " , The pupils of a school were asked to give in writing the difference between a biped and a quadruped. One boy gave the following : "A biped has two legs and a quadruped has four legs ; there fore , the difference between a biped and a quadruped is two legs. " A Boston teacher had been giving a familiar talk on zoology to a class of 10-year-olds in a grammar school. To test their intelligence he said in the course of his remarks : "Who can tell me the highest form of animal life ? " A little girl held up her hand. "Well , Mary ? " "The hy-ena , " shouted Mary , seriously , but triumphantly. Repress ing a smile , the teacher said , "Is it Mary ? Think again. Is a hyena the very highest ? Don't answer too quick ly ; take 5our time. " "Oh , now I know , " cried Mary ; "it's the giraffe. " "What do you mean , " asked the city editor , "by comparing the air to frozen quinine ? " "I meant to say , " said the new reporter , with proud humility , "that it was bitter cold. " Indianapolis Journal. 55j535553EBRPBHBbJHHHBBMBH A BOY'S STOltY. fT BY C. L. BOUGIITON. /regUpgg / } IIE ( , uy wan SUltry JH and the thormomc- V _ jL | ter rose to 91 de- fLS y erees as it hung enl - W ' l 'tfC'a swa > ' ' "E branch mjSTTVWF above his head wtvV 'Lle/i ' wnerc 1c niul I''ac" ' fi ® li/w / e(1 R somc niinutes sleSf ricd had A " vs ui/ ! / ' Passei k'3 ' finaieX" * \nHi aminations In the Everglade High School , and he now lay beneath a shady elm thinking of the hard lessons he had learned , of his lit tle misbehaviors in the past , and what he meant to do In the future. He was light-hearted , good naturcd. boyish , but by no means thoughtless or careless. His mind wandered from one thing to another until his thoughts were centered on the mythological tale of the strange young man of old whose name he bore. He slept and this is the dream he dreamed : He saw the mighty Siegfried at the ancient forge. He heard the clang of the great hammer as it fell on the an vil. He watched the skillful hand put the finishing touches on the powerful Bel- mung. The scene changed. He found him self in the midst of a large assembly. Again he saw the man of valor with sword poised above the figure of a man , seated on a rock , clad in armor , an cient but well made. The sword remained but an instant. It fell with the force of a thunderbolt from the hand of Jupiter. The armor ' "urst asunder and blood bathed the .nountain side. Ah ! where was the boasted armor ? where the conceited man who made it ? Siegfried awoke. Drops of cold per spiration stood on his forehead. What did it all mean ? Had he really seen the mighty warrior he had read so much of ? Where was he ? He sat upright and looked about him. He found himself on the bank of the Evcglade mill-stream which swept swiftly toward its outlet. The lofty elm still stretched forth its protecting branches to shade him from the sun's fury. Siegfried gazed dazedly about him , reiterating his dream time and again With an endeavor to interpret it. Across the siream and farther down , a dense black smoke rose , from the chimney of a large brick building , situ ated on a rock elevation not far from the village center. It was the village brewery. Siegfried was nineteen years old. yet it had never occurred to him that in two more years he , with several others , would have a voice in the village poli tics. He lay for some time engrossed HE SLEPT AND DREAMED , in deep thought. What did his dream mean ? Heaised his eyes , and as if divinely directed , the3' fell on the brew ery. What a pitiful sight he saw ! Schoolboys stood at the door watching the manufacture of the poison with in terest ; others carried pails of it to their fathers. Although the brewery had been there but a short time , its influence was felt sadly. In the back room of the village store stood a large hardwood barrel on end , drained by a faucet at the low er end. The grocer sold more of the contents of this barrel than he did of his staple articles.He had less de mand for flour , potatoes , fruit or any garden products. The mill had dis charged three men for lack of work. The old gray-haired cobbler was gble to carry his now small business alone , and therefore dismissed his assistant. The once thriving town was waning. Factories weakened. Men who were thrown out of employment spent their remaining wages in trying to drown their sorrow in the flowing bowl , and so well did one succeed by walking off the bridge after drinking eight glasses ; of the cooling beverage , that except for the timely aid of a few high school lads , his sorrows on this earth would have been at an end. Yet all of these changes were to the interest of the brewery ; and how it thrived ! . Siegfried noted this and determined that yonder brick building was an armor encasing a conceited boaster. Boaster of the ruin and misery he had brought ; of the crimes he had commit ted and of polluted politics he had made. i "This boaster must be humbled and silenced. " vowed Siegfried , "and my hand shall be the first to grasp the Belmung of to-day to accomplish it. But what is this Belmung , where is it to be found and how used ? " he soli loquized. Quickly the answer came. "This sword lit the vote of the people , it is to be fonnu at the voting polls and is to be used for Prohibition ! " 55 bbb1 ] g mM * h bI ntBfl * . H l He rose from beneath the elm with rt 1 1 firm determination. "I am but nineteen ! ' and have two years to work for the ' i | abolition of thin curse. Mo.st of my ; | schoolmates like me , and by explaining' : M the lawlessness , corruptnc.su and bnau- ' M ucfcs of this , legalized curse , surely I M can persuade them to join me. " ' M Ho went to work immediately with M a persistency that showed his heart KVJ was in the cause. H Two years passed as though they hail | been but two weeks. M Behold now our hero ! By the vote H of his townsmen he is magistrate of the H little city. He holds the edict which M is to banish the brewery and the contents - H tents of the casks will bathe the rock3. H as of old blood bathed tfic mountain H side. Union Signal. M _ _ _ H H A STORY OF EDWIN BOOTH. M Illustrating IIU J. iisy Transition from BVJ the KIdlftiloiis to the Sublime. M A good many years ago , while Edwin H Booth was playing a successful engagement - H ment in one of the leading theaters , I H dropped into his dressing room ono H night during the course of the performance - H ance , says Lawrence Hutton In liar- H per's Magazine. He chanced to be in LbBsI a particularly happy frame of 1 1 mind and he was often cheer- j H fill and happy , tradition to the H contrary notwithstanding. He was f | smoking the inevitable pipe and lie IbBsI was arrayed in the costume of Riche- 1 1 lieu , with his feet upon the table , sub- IbBsI mitting patiently to the manipulations IbBsI of Iiis wardrobe man or "dresser. " Af- 1b | ter a few words of greeting the callhoy 1 | knocked at the door and said that Mr. 1 | Booth was wanted at a certain "left ! iBBs lower entrance. " The protagonist Pfl | jumped up quickly and asked if I would IbBsI stay where I was and keep his plpo * | alight , or go along with him and sec f | him "lunch the cuss of Rum , " quoting fa ! the words of George L. Fox , who had H been producing recently a ludicrously H clever burlesque of Booth in the same H part. I followed him to the wings and M stood by his side while he wailed for M his cue. It was the fourth act of the H drama , I remember , and the stage was M set as a garden , nothing of which wan M visible from our position but the flics M and the back of the wings and wo j fl might have been placed in a great bare H barn , so far as any scenic effect was ap- H parent. Adrian , Baradas and the conspirators - M spirators were speaking and at an opposite - H posite entrance , waiting for her cue , H was the Julie of the evening. She was H a good woman and an excellent no- H tress , but unfortunately not a personal H favorite with the star , who called my H attention to the bismuth with which H she was covered , and said that if she H got any of it onto his new scarlet cloak H he would pinch her black and blue. j H puffing volumes of smoke into my face j H as he spoke. When the proper time H came he rushed upon the stage , with - BBBs ! a parting injunction not to let his pipe r BBBss ! go out ; and with the great meerschaum yYBBh in my mouth I saw the heroine of the " H play cast herself into his arms and no- AvAvJ ticed , to my great amusement , that she BBBsl did smear the robes of my lord cardiVAVfl nal with the greasy white stuff he so ftyAWJ much disliked. I winked back at the BVAyj half-comic , half-angry glance he shot ftWAWJ toward me over Julie's snowy choiil- AvAyj ders. I half-expected to hear the real AwAVJ scream he had threatened to cause her wMBBBs ! to utter. I thought of nothing but the PW * | humorous , absurd side of the situation ; BAwJ I was eager to keep the pipe going. | And lo ! he raised his hand and spoke | H those familiar lines : "Around her form | I draw the awful circle of our solemn | church. Place but a foot within that | hallowed ground and on thy head , yea , j H though it wore a crown , I'd launch the | curse of Rome ! " Every head upon the | stage was uncovered and I found my | own hat in my hand ! I forgot all the | tomfoolery we had been indulging in ; BAVJ I forgot his pipe and my promise re- BBBsl garding it ; I forgot that I had been a l l habitual theater-goer all my life ; I for- j H got that I was a protcstant heretic and | that it was nothing but stage play ; I j H forgot everything except the fact I was | standing in the presence of the great , / bWbb ! visible head of the Catholic religion in " " BBBB France and that I was ready to drop B vV : upon my knees with the rest of them yAVfl at his imprecation. That was Edwin BAVfl Booth the actor. H Unique. BBBI The Church Economist prints the following - H lowing letter , recently sent by a Pennsylvania - H sylvania church to a business firm in H Chicago. "Gentlemen : A cafe chant- H ant , together with a market , will be H given in the spacious rooms of the parish - H ish house , Dec. 9 and 10 , for the benefit j H of church of this city. The object H of the market is to display and dispose H of the wares of the leading manufacturers - H ers throughout the country. We , therefore - H fore , write to ask if you will kindly j H contribute something in the shape of- H sample packages , or the like , sending H them by mail , freight or express , pre- H paid. You can readily see this will bo H a unique as well as a very good way oC H ldvertising. Very truly yours , " etc. j H Too Much Itoast Shout * BBBfl The following paragraph appeared H the other day in the Hartsburg ( .Mo. ) H Enterprise : "The editor of this paper H find his estimable wife boarded the pas- H 5enger train Thursday morning for Nevada - | vada , where they will spend several | days vir.iting fritnds. The editor will , | also spend a few days at Eldorado / J Springs , to restore his failing health. j M is he has been suffering of late with 1 | dyspepsia , caused by overindulgence in | | roast shoat. which was served at a banquet - H quet given in this town recently. " | Precautionary tenure. BBBfl "Heavens ! " cried the head of : .he j H firm , patting his hands to his ears as H tie entered the candy department. j H • who gave those girls permission to H talk ? " "I did , sir. " said the floor- H walker. "It was the only way to keep H them from eating up all the candy. " H Bflfl M " jLBBBBsJ