Ratio In Congress.
The ratio of representation in the
lower house of congress at Washing
ton has steadily changed since the
year 1789, when the Constitution began
its work, the ration was 30,000 to the
representative. In 1910 the ratio was
210,000 to the representative. If the
ratio did not rise the members of the
lower house would in time become too
numerous for business. It is for the
purspose of keeping the membership
within reasonable bounds that the ra
tion is made to keep pace with popula
• tion.
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Adv.
How Ice Man Got the Booze.
The day was hot and the patient ice
man had taken his usual care in get
the ice in the box just right and
then mopping up the little water that
got on the floor in the operation. He
really was a good ice man and de
served to be rewarded.
“Here is a bottle of beer; you need
it on a hot day like this,” said the
housewife.
“I can’t accept anything from pa
trons, lady,” the ice man said, as he
eyed the bottle lovingly.
“Well, if that is orders, all right,”
the customer said.
Still the ice man pondered. “But,”
he added, as an afterthought, “if you
put it on the back porch I’ll steal it.
There isn’t any rule against stealing
things.”—Indianapolis News.
Three Ages.
The new Berlin botanical gardens,
says Lustige Blatter, was wonderfully
beautiful, but to small children they
are a forbidden paradise. Boys and
girls under ten are not permitted to
enter.
Herr and Frau Muller found this
out to their disappointment when they
, planned to take their little Paul on a
Sunday trip to .view the beautiful gar
dens; nevertheless, they gave their
young hopeful a few instructions, and
Started out.
"How old are you?” he inquired.
Paul answered, "Six for the electrics;
really eight; for the botanical gar
dens, ten.”
One company alone has installed
more than 400 automatic railroad stok
ers on locomotives in this country.
Most of us need the money because
that is what money is for.
PRESSED HARD.
Coffee’s Weight on Old Age.
When people realize the Injurious
effects of coffee and the change in
health that Postum can bring, they are
usually glad to lend their testimony
for the benefit of others.
“My mother, since her early child
hood, was an inveterate coffee drinker,
had been troubled with her heart for a
number of years and complained of
that 'weak all over’ feeling and sicl<
stomach.
“Some time ago I was making a
visit to a distant part of the country
and took dinner with one of the
merchants of the place. I noticed a
Bomewhat unusual flavour of the ‘cof
fee’ and asked him concerning it. He
replied that it was Postum.
“I was so pleased with it that, after
the meal was over, I bought a package
to carry home with me, and had wife
• prepare some for the next meal. The
whole family were so well pleased
with it that we discontinued coffee and
used Postum entirely.
“I had really been at times very
anxious concerning my mother’s con
dition, but we noticed that after using
Postum for a short time, she felt so
much better than she did prior to its
use, and had little trouble with her
heart, and no sick stomach; that the
headaches were not so frequent, an<j
her general condition much improved.
This continued until she was well and
hearty.
“I know Postum has benefited my
self and the other members of the fam
ily, but not in so marked a degree as
In the case of my mother, as she was a
victim of long standing.” Name given
by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
Postum comes in two forms:
Regular Postum — must be well
boiled. 15c and 25c packages.
Instant Postum—is a soluble pow
der. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly
In a cup of hot water and, with cream
and sugar, makes a delicious bever
age instantly. 30c and 50c tins.
The cost per cup of both kinds Is
abeut the same.
“There’s a Reason” for Postum.
“— r-sold by Grocers.
V .. 1 1.....\
t The Mystery of
| the Boule Cabinet |
-by
BURTON E. STEVENSON
J Copyright. 1913, by Burton E. Stevenson. jr
I ^ ... - .. ..--..^
CHAPTER VII—(Continued).
“Did you ring, sir?” he asked.
Ho was still miserably nervous, but
much more self-controlled than he had
been earlier In the evening.
I "Yes,” I said. "Mr. Godfrey wishes
to speak to you.”
It seemed to me that Rogers turned
visibly paler; there was certainly fear
In the glance he turned upon my com
panion. But Godfrey smiled reassur
ingly.
“We'd better give him his instruc
tions about the reporters, first thing,
hadn't we. Lester?” he inquired.
“Which reporters?" I queried.
“AH the others, of course. They will
be storming this house. Rogers, before
long. You will meet them at the door,
you will refuse to admit one of them;
Sou will tell them that there is noth
ing to be learned here, and that they
must go to tho police. Tell them that
Commissioner Grady himself Is In
charge of the case and will no doubt be
glad to talk to them. Is that right,
I Lester?"
. “Ye3. Ulysses,” I agreed, smiling.
“And now,” continued Godfrey,
watching Rogers keenly, “I have a
photograph here that I want you to
look at. Did you ever see that person
before?” and he handed a print to
Rogers.
I The latter hesitated an instant, and
1 then took .the print with a trembling
hand. Stark fear was in his eyes
Rgain: then slowlv he raised the print
to the light, glanced at it * * *
"Catch him, Lester,” Godfrey cried,
ind sprang forward.
For Rogers, clutching wildly at his
collar, spun half around and fell with
i crash. Godfrey’s arm broke tho fall
Borne what, but as for me, I was too
Sazed to move.
“Get some water, quick!” Godfrey
commanded, sharply, as Parks came
running up. "Rogers has been taken
111.”
And then, as Parks sped down the
hall again, I saw Godfrey loosen the
collar of the unconscious man and be
gin to chafe his temples fiercely.
“I :.ope it isn’t apoplexy,” he mut
tered. “I oughtn’t to have shocked him
j like that ”
At the words. I remembered; and,
■ stooping, picked up tho photograph
which had fluttered from Rogers' fln
' gers. And then I, too, uttered a smoth
ered exclamation as I gazed at the dark
tyes, the full lips, the oval face—the
'ace wrhich d’Aurelle had carried in his
Batch!
CHAPTER VIIL
PRECAUTIONS.
But it wasn’t apoplexy. It was Parks
tvho reassured us, when he came hur
rying back a minute later with a glass
of water in one hand and a small phial
In the other.
"He has these spells,” he said. "It’s
i a kind of vertigo. Give him a whiff of
this.”
He uncorked the phial and handed it
to Godfrey, and I caught the penetrat
ing fumes of ammonia. A moment la
ter, Rogers gasped convulsively.
"He’ll be all right pretty soon,” re
marked Parks, with ready optimism.
"Though I never saw him quite so bad.”
“We can’t leave him lying here on
the floor,” said Godfrey.
“There’s a couch seat in the music
room,” Parks suggested, and the three
of us bore the still unconscious man
to it.
Then Godfrey and I sat down and
waited, while he gasped his way back to
life.
"Though he can't really tell us much,”
Godfrey observed. “In fact, I doubt if
he’ll be willing to tell anything. But
hie face, when he looked at the picture,
told us all we need to know.”
Thus reminded, I took the photograph
out of the pocket into which I had
slipped it, and looked at it again.
"Where did you get it?” I asked.
"The police photographer made some
copies. This is one of them.”
"But what made you suspect that the
two women were the same?”
"I don’t Just know,” answered God
frew, reflectively. “They were both
French-—and Rogers spoke of the red
lips; somehow it seemed probable. Mr.
Grady will find some things he doesn’t
know in tomorrow’s Record. But then
he usually does. This time, I'm going
to rub it in. Hello,” he added, “our
friend is coming around.”
I looked at Rogers and saw that his
eyes were open. They were staring at
us as though wondering who we were.
Godfrey passed an arm under his head
and held the glass of water to his lips.
"Take a swallow of this,” he said, and
Rogers obeyed mechanically, still star
ing at him over the rim of the glass.
"How do you feel?”
"Pretty weak,” Rogers answered, al
most in a whisper. "Did I have a fit?”
"Something like that,” said Godfrey,
cheerfully; "but don’t worry. You’ll
soon be all right again."
"What sent me off?” asked Rogers,
and stared up at him. Then his face
turned purple, and I thought he was go
ing off again. But after a moment's
heavy breathing, he lay quiet. "I re
member now,” he said. "Let me see
that picture again.”
I passed it to him. His hand was
trembling so he could hardly take it;
but I saw he was struggling desperate
ly to control himself, and he managed
to hold the picture up before his eyes
and look at it with apparent unconcern.
"Do you know her?” Godfrey asked.
To my infinite amazement, Rogers
shook his head.
"Never saw her before,” he muttered.
"When I first looked at her, I thought
I knew her; but it ain’t the same wom
an.”
"Do you mean to say,” Godfrey de
manded sternly, “that that is not the
woman who called on Mr. Vantine to
night?"
Again Rogers shook his head.
"Oh, no,” he protested; “it's not the
rame woman at all. This one is
younger.”
Godfrey made no reply; but he sat
down and looked at Rogers, and Rog
ers lay and gazed at the picture, and
gradually his face softened, as though
at some tender memory.
"Come, Rogers,” I urged, at last.
"You’d better tell us all y#u know. If
this is the woman don’t hesitate to say
so.”
’T’ve told you all I know, Mr. Lester,”
said Rogers, but he did not meet my
eyes. "And I’m feeling pretty bad. I
think I’d better be getting to bed.”
“Yes, that's best.” agreed Godfrey
promptly. "Parks will help you,” and
he held out his hand for the photo
graph.
Rogers relinquished It with evident
reluctance. He opened his lips as
though to ask a question, then closed
6
them again, and got slowly to his feet.
Parks aiding him.
“Good night, gentlemen,” ho said
weakly, anil shuffled away, leaning
heavily on Parks’ shoulder.
"Well!” said I, looking at Godfrey.
“What do you think of that?”
“He’s lying, of course. We’ve got
to find out why he's lying
and bring it homo to him. But
It's getting late—I must get down to the
office. One word, Lester—be sure Rog
ew doesn't give you the slip.”
I'll have him looked after," I prom
ised. "But I fancy he'll bo afraid to
run away. Besides, It Is possible he's
telling the truth. I don't believe any
woman had anything to do with either
death.”
Godfrey turned, as he was starting
away, and stopped to look at me.
“Who did then?” he asked.
"Nobody.”
“You mean they both suicided in that
abnormal way?"
"No, It wasn’t suicide—they wdre
killed—but not by a human being—at
least, not directly." I felt that I was
floundering hopelessly, and stopped.
“I can't tell you now, Godfrey,” I
pleaded. "I haven’t had time to think
It out. Y'ou've got enough for one
day."
"Yes," he smiled; "I've got enough
for one day. And now good bye. Per
haps I'll look In on you about midnight,
on my way home, If I get through by
then.”
I sighted. Godfrey's energy became
a little wearing sometimes. I was al
ready longing for bed, and there re
mained so much to be done. But he,
after a day which I knew had been
a hard one, and with a many column
story still to write, was apparently as
fresh and eager as ever.
“All right,” I agreed. "If you see a
light, come up. If there Isn’t any light,
I’ll be In bed. and I’ll kill you if you
wake me.”
"Conditions accepted,” he laughed, as
I opened the door for him.
Parks joined me as I turned back into
the house.
"I got Rogers to bed, sir,” he said.
“He'll be all right in the morning. But
he’s a queer duck.”
"How long have you known him,
Parks?”
"He's been with Mr. Vantlne about
five years. I don’t know much about
him; he’s a silent kind of fellow, keep
ing to himself a good deal and sort of
brooding over things. But ho did his
work all right, except once in a while
when he keeled over like he did to
night.”
"Parks," I said, suddenly, "I’m go
ing to ask you a question. You know
Mr. Vantlne was a friend of mine, and
I thought a great deal of him. Now,
what with this story Rogers tells, and
one or two other things, there Is talk of
a woman. Is there any foundatloin for
talk of that kind?
"No, sir,” said Parks, emphatically.
“I've been Mr. Vantine’s valet for eight
years and more, and In all that time he
has never been mixed up with a woman
in any shape or form. I always fan
cied he’d loved a lady who died—1 don’t
know what made me think so; but
anyhow, since I’ve known him, he never
looked at a woman—not In that wny."
"Thank you, Parks," I said, with a
sigh of relief. "I’ve been through so
much today, that I felt I couldn't en
dure that; and now—"
"Beg pardon, sir," said a voice at my
elbow; “we have everything ready, sir.”
I turned with a start to see a little,
clean shaven man standing there, rub
bing his hands softly together and gaz
ing blandly up at me.
“Tho undertaker’s aslstant, sir,” ex
plained Parks, seeing my look of as
tonishment. "He came while you and
Mr. Godfrey were In the music room.
Dr. Hughes sent him."
"Yes, sir," added the little man; "and
we have the corpse ready for the cof
fin. Very nice It looks, too; though It
was a hard Job. Was It poison killed
him sir?’*
"Yes,” I answered, with a feeling of
nausea, "It was poison.”
"Very powerful poison, too, I should
say, sir; we didn’t get here none too
soon. Where shall we put the body
sir?”
"Why not leave it where It is?”I
asked. Impatiently.
"Very good, sir,” said the man, and
presently he and his assistant took
themselves off, to my Intense relief.
"And now. Parks,” X began, "there
is something I want to say to you.
Let us go somewhere and sit down.”
"Suppose we go up to the study, sir.
You're looking regularly done up If
you’ll permit me to say so. sir. Shall
I get you something?”
"A brand and soda,” I assented; "and
bring one for yourself.”
“Very good, sir,” and a few minutes
later we were sitting opposite each
other in the room where Vantine had
offered me firpilar refreshments not
many hours before. I looked at Parks
as he sat there, and turned over In my
mind what I had to say to him. I liked
the man, and I felt he could be trusted.
At any rate, I had to take the risk
"Now, Parks,” I began again, set
ting down my glass, “what I have to
say to you is very serious, and I want
you to keep It to yourself. I know that
you were devoted to Mr. Vantine—I
may as well tell you that he has re
membered you In his will—and I am
sure you are willing to do anything In
your power to help solve the mystery
of his death.”
"That I am, sir,” Parks agreed
warmly. “I was very fond of him, sir;
nobody will miss him more than I
will.”
I realized that the tragedy meant
far more to Parks than it did even to
me, for he had lost not only a friend,
but a means of livelihood, and I looked
at him with heightened sympathy.
"I know how you feel," I said, "and
I am counting on you to help me. I
have a sort of Idea how his death
came about. Only the vaguest possible
Idea,” X added hastily, as his eyes
widened with Interest; "altogether too
vague to be put ito words. But I can
say this much—the mystery, whatever
it is, Is In the ante room where the
bodies were found, or in the room
next to It where the furniture is. Now,
I am going to look up those rooms and
I want you to see that nobody enters
them without your knowledge."
“Not very likely that anybody will
want to enter them, sir," and Parks
laughed a grim little laugh.
"I am not so sure of that,” I dis
sented, speaking very seriously. "In
fact, I am of the opinion that there is
somebody who wants to enter those
rooms very badly. I don’t know who
he is and I don’t know what he is
after; but I am going to make it your
business to keep him out and to cap
ture him if you catch him trying to
get in.”
"Trust me for that, sir,” said Parks
j
promptly. "What Is It you want me to
do?”
"I want you to put n cot In the hall
way outside the door of the ante room
and sleep there tonight. Tomorrow
1 will decide what further precautions
are necessary.”
"Very good, sir,” said Parks. "I’ll
get the cot up at once.”
"There Is one thing more,” I went
on. "1 have given the coroner my per
sonal assurance that none of the serv
ants will leave the house until after the
inquest. I suppose I can rely on them ?”
“Oh, yes, sir. I'll see they under
stand how Important it is.”
"Rogers, especially,” I added, look
ing at him.
"1 understand, sir,” said Parks
quietly.
"Very well. And now let us go down
and lock up those rooms.”
They were still ablaze with light, but
both of us faltered a little, I think, on
the threshold of the ante room. Por
in tlie middle of the floor stood a
stretcher, and on It was an object cov
ered with a sheet, its outlines hor
ribly suggestive. But T took myself
in hand and entered. Park followed
mo and closed the door.
The ante room had two windows and
the room beyond, which was a cor
ner one, had three. All of them were
locked, but a pane of glass seemed to
me an absurdly fragile barrier against
any one who really wished to enter.
"Aren't there some wooden shut
ters for those windows?” I asked.
“Yes, sir, they were taken down yes
terday and put In tho basement. Shall
1 get them?” .
"I think you’d better,” I said. “Will
you need any help?"
"No, sir, they’re not heavy. If you’ll
wait here, you can snap the bolts into
place when I lift them up from tho
outside.”
"Very well,” I agreed, and Parks
hurried away.
I entered the inner room and stopped
before the Boule cabinet. There was
a certain air of arrogance about It,
as it stood there In that blaze of light,
its Inlay aglow with a thousand sub
tle reflections; a flaunting air, the air
of a courtesan conscious of her beauty
and pleased to attract attention—Just
the air with which Madame do Monte
span must have sauntered down the
mirror gallery at Versailles, ablnze
with jewels, her skirts rustling, her
figure swaying suggestively. Some
thing threatening, too; something sin
ister and deadly—
There was a rattle at .the window,
and I saw Parks lifting one of the
shutters into place. I threw up the
sash and pressed the heavy bolts care
fully into their sockets, then closed the
sash and locked it. The two other win
dows were secured in their turn, and
with a last look about the room, I
turned out the lights. The ante room
windows were soon shuttered In the
same way and with a sigh of relief
I told myself that no entrance to the
house could be had from that direc
tion. With Parks outside the only
door, the rooms ought to be safe from
Invasion
Then, before extinguishing tho lights,
I approached that silent figure on the
stretcher, lifted the sheet and looked
for the last time upon the
face of my dead friend. It was no
longer staring and terrible, but calm
and peaceful as in sleep—almost smil
ing. With wet eyes und contracted
throat, I covered the face again, turned
out the lights and left the room. Parks
met me In the hall, carrying a cot,
which he placed close across the door
way.
"There,” he said; “nobody will get
Into that room without my knowing
it.”
“No,” I agreed; and then a sudden
thought occurred to me. “Parks,” I
said, “is it true that there is a burglar
alarm on all the windows?”
“Yes, sir. It rings a bell in Mr. Van
tinea bed room, and another In mine,
and sends In a call to the police.”
“Is it working?”
“Yes, sir; Mr. Vantlne himself tested
It this evening Just before dinner."
“Then why didn’t It work when I
opened those windows just now?" I
demanded.
Parks laughed.
“Because I threw off the switch, Blr,”
he explained, “when I came out to get
the shutters. The switch Is In a little
Iron box on the wall Just back of the
stairs, sir. It's one of my duties to
turn it on every night before I go to
bed.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is It on again, now?"
“It certainly Is, sir. After what you
told me, I’d not be likely to forget it.”
"You’d better have a weapon handy,
too,” I suggested.
"I have a revolver, sir.”
“That’s good. And don’t hesitate to
use It. I’m going home—I’m dead
tired.”
“Shall I call a cab. sir?"
“No. the walk will do me good. I’ll
see you tomorrow.”
Parks helped me Into my coast and
opened the door for me. Glancing
back, after a moment, I saw that he
was standing on the steps gazing after
me. I could understand his reluctance
to go back Into that death-haunted
house; and I found myself breathing
deeply with the relief of getting out of
It.
(Continued next week.)
Uncle Seth On Kings.
Them kings In Europe over there are set
tin’ on their thrones,
Their thrones built on the necks of men
for their foundation stones;
But trod-on men, I’m glad to say, have
learned to squirm an’ creep,
They’re wigglin’; soon you’ll see them
thrones come tumblin’ in a heap.
“Support my soldiers,” says them kings,*
‘my men who shoot an’ hack;”
Till now each peasant carries roun’ a sol
dier on his back.
But that pour peasant’s growing wise;
there’s lire in his blood.
Just wait a bit; you’ll see him dump that
soldier in the mud.
“Thero’s men across that bound’ry line
that you must go an’ kill;
Go shoot ’em for us.’’ says them kings,
“go stab ’em; ’tis our will.’’
“Wall, kings,’’ blineby them men will say,
“we don’t observe no sign
That men are vipers to be killed across
that bound’ry line.
“If you want butchers to kill beeves, a
bargain might bo made;
If you want butchers to kill men, w’y that
ar ain’t our trade.
If you want blood by hogsheadful, don’t
seek it at our store;
For we ain’t killin’ feller-men an’ broth
ers any mure.”
Wall, kings, this ain’t the kin’ er talk to
soothe a royal ear,
But jest erbout the kin’ er stuff that you
have got ter hear;
For we’ve about made up our minds to
lay you on the shelf.
For each man now hez come to know thet
he’s a king himself.
The kin’ er king that Europe wants won’t
wear no jewel crown.
An’ he is coinin’ w en your thrones hev all
been rattled down.
He’ll wear a hat like other men, an' set
on a plain chair;
But he will be a king er men; an’ rule
’em everywhere.
Not w’at he wears outside his head will be
his kingly pride;
Not w’at he wears outside his head, but
w’at he wears inside.
He’ll want no throne; a king er man can
alius rule his own.
If he sets upon a null-keg, jest as well as
on a throne.
—Sam T/alter Foul
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English Farmer Had Made Old Mis
take of Counting Chickens Be
fore They Were Hatched.
An old farmer in the Midlands was
anxious to marry, but could not make
up his mind between the charms of a
certain comely widow in tho neigh
borhood and her equally charming
daughter.
At last he resolved to let chance
solve the problem.
“I’ll ax th’ one I fust sees a-goin’
in,” he muttered, and off he started on
his amatory errand. But when he ar
rived both mother and daughter were
sitting in the doorway.
“Dang it!” he cried. “Here was X
cornin' to ax one o’ ’ee to marry me,
an’ I swore the fust ’un should lia'
the chance. But there ye both be
together. I'll shet my eyes now, an’
the one as doau’t want me mun go In
doors. Th’ one as stays is my wife
to be."
Shutting his, eyes the old farmer
counted ten solemnly; there was a
subdued chuckle, but when he opened
them both women had gone.—London
Tit-Bits.
Greek Meets Greek.
The two oldest inhabitants were
very ignorant, neither of them being
able even tc tell the time of day. A
friend of Uncle Ben’s gave him a
watch, of which he was very proud.
One day, before the crowd at the cor
ner store, old Pete, being slightly
jealous of such wealth and wishing
to embarrass his rival, said: ”Say,
Ben, what time have you got?”
The other old fellow drew out his
watch and turned its face toward his
inquisitor. “There she be!” he ex
claimed.
Pete was almost at a loss, but he
made a magnificent effort and retort
ed: “Blame if she ain’t!”—Every
body's Magazine.
Stork's Good Memory.
While visiting the Berlin zoological
gardens, says Lustige Blatter, little
Gretchen saw a great white bird
standing on one leg in a cage. She
threw in a piece of candy; the bird
gobbled it up eagerly; and thrust its
head through the wire for more.
Presently Gretchen’s mother came
along. “O mother, see here! What
kind of a bird is this?”
The mother pointed to the sign on
the cage, which read, “The Stork.”
“The stork!” cried the little girl
enthusiastically. O mamma, do you
know, he actually recognized me?”
Rainy Days.
“Are you saving up something for
a rainy day?”
“No,” replied Farmer Corntossel.
“What we’re troubled with out this
way is an annual drought. If we had
more rainy days, everybody would
have money.”—Washington Star.
Lucky Hubby.
Mrs. Green—Do you ever flatter
your husband?
Mrs. Wyse—Yes, I sometimes ask
his advice about things.— Boston Tran
script.
Stockbrokers are having their old
shoes half soled. That's a sign oth
ers will have a chance to wear new
shoes.
Some people don’t believe in putting
off till tomorrow the trouble they can
make today.
GETTING DOWN TO THE FACTS
Relic Which Mr. Bradley Valued S®
Highly Was Not Altogether
a Present.
Said Mr. Bradley: "I think a good
deal of this rocking chair. It's made
from wood that grew on a farm in
Virginia once owned by W. Wash
ington."
“I don’t see anything extraordinary
about it,” said Parks, "except that it’s
big and ugly. How much did it cost
you?”
“Nothing. That’s the beauty of It.
A friend of mine in Washington sent
it to me. There’s nothing like hav
ing good friends.”
"No, I suppose not. How did h«
send it?”
“By express. Quite a relic, isn’t
it? Wood grew on ono of G. Wash—*
“You paid the express charges, I
suppose?”
"Of course. Wood grew on a farm
that once belonged to George—”
“How much was the—’’
‘ Farm that once belonged to
George Washington in Virginia. It
isn’t every day you can—”
“How much expressage did you—’*
“Isn’t every day you can see a
rocking chair made out of wood grown
on a farm that once belonged to
George—”
"W’hat express charges did you have
to pay?”
“Eight dollars and seventy-five
cents,” said Bradley, with visible re
luctance.
Poor Material in His Promises.
"When we were married,” sobbed
the young wife, “he said he loved me
with a love more enduring than the
everlasting granite!”
“And it didn’t last?" queried the
sympathizing friend.
“Last!" echoed the young wife, dry
ing her tears; “it didn't last as long
as a wood pavement!”
Some people are as quick as powder
and other are as slow as cold men
lasses.
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