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" , .rrr katl terror and glow
. - ...jfU tide have rejoiced together.
e lookwl out over the Klittcriiiir kiiow,
. .and knew that we were u rolling in Summer
went her.
For the wagons nre made by thd heart, I bold,
Aud not by outdoor beat or cold.
Wo two In tin.- shadows of pnln and won,
Have Joiirnry.-.l u'r'lier in dim, dark, places.
Where blm-k r.jlM-d WiiCw walked to and fro.
And Vfur mid Trouble with phantom faces
Peered out iim.ii iim and froze our blood.
Though June's fair roses were all in bud. a
vV two have n. ensured all depths, all heights,
W'c liavo Lathed in tears, we huve Htiuued in
l.lll,;lltlT.
We li:vc known all Horrowx and all delights
I ney never eoiiiil keep us upart hereafter.
Wli n v. r 3-o!ir spirit was sent I know
1 would defy i-ai tli - or heaven-to k.
If they t.M.k my soul int'i Paradise
And lol.l in" I must content w it hout you,
I would w. ary I li. in so m it ! my lonesome cries.
Ami tin- ceaseless Ui-stiusI nsked about you
T!. ' d open Hi.. gates mid set nie fi ,
Or rl.-v tin -j- would find you and hrinif you to me.
- KHtt Whccl-r Wilcox.
A WKDDIXtt DAY.
I was married today. All tlio lxxiks I Lave
e ver read liin:.hcd with tho marriage of the
In n.iiic, so I suppose my life ought to Iks over
nv. ll-il, it seems to mo us it it Lad just
liegun. 1 inn not much of a licroino, only u
oiiiiiry girl who has wen nothing of tho
world; Imt George says I know quite enough
Ji!il I hat there is nothing so delightful as a
simple young girl wild lias never leeii into
society. George is my husl.uii.l. I was IS
la: I wi'i'k. Every since my bith birthday I
have l.-jit a diary, and never missed writing
in it once. This is a bran new one, with a
lock ami key. I almost wish u year was
wriitcn in it, already. I feel so curious to
know aliwiit the future. 1'cople say it is silly
1 keep a journal, but I have had a great deal
of pleasure out of mine. Sometimes on dull
lavs I have read alwrnt merry ones gone by,
mid I hen everything Las com., back quite
freehand I ha ve .seemed to live the l.leasant
Lou::; t.ver a.piin. Of course, I never intend
t Lave any secrets from George, but I made
Jiua promise laithlully not to look at t he now
diary I am ;;oi;ig to keep, and which I am
l 'iu'iiii;; now. 1 Ie laughed and kissed me.
una swore that he would only read it if I
t'ave it, hi:u of my own freo will. I don't
laacy I shall Io that, lx-canso I Lave an idea
that it would stem silly to him, and I don't
want him to have a poor opinion of mo and
tln'uU of me as a little school girl. ot that
I ever was at .school, which ho says is a very
j'oe.l thing. I know he would laugh at tho
A ery word I am going to w rite now, and no
loiil.t they are vain and ridiculous. I like
I' '11':! caned -my lady." After Laving liecn
no oae la j. articular, and only a younger
ii.i'.i.'kci , ii 'i, nigniy consiuerwl. it is
tle'i JiW'iil to l.e a "irsonage," and to be
ln::de a great fuss with. And, though it
.uiul; very iinamiable, I can't help
li - nag liie ie:isi:re increased by know
i.i., in.. i. inv sister una cousins are
most (lieadiully jealous of me. They
trie. I to hide it, and they Lave made
Hie p!-oii.:.' to lusk tueni to stay very
good, a; id to do all sorts of things for tlieni,
:s:id I ni-an to it (.corgo will let mo. And
lo thin!, that three mouths ago I Lad never
see. i Lin:, ass I never Ix.-en in love, tliough I
Lad always longed to be, only ILere was no
one in oar village that I possibly could Lave
made a hero of. For three years I lived on
iim memory ,i lae naiKisoine young man
who came to cliurch once with the Courto-
liays. and made him tho hero of my novel
mid dreams. J Jilt all that is jiast history,
win tea in i ne oiLimes ieit ac nome in my
old ilesl.', with the wonderful story of howl
met Sir Gcorgv. and how he fell in love with
me and 1 w ith him. And I dare not say
how 1 adore him, or how happy I am, for
fear he suouM ever see v. nat I have written
AVo were married today, but everything is
InexLri'-ably confused m my mind. I know
I woke at . with the sun streaming in at the
window, and did not close my e3-es again. It
seen is almost a week ago, and it is only
twelve hours. .My new carriage clock, one
of my wedding presents, had just chimed 5.
Then there was tho dressing, and all of them
coming to hi."lp me; and I wished them away
only I ol'l not in;e 10 seem mucinii. it r.i
the first time they had ever told me I was
pntty. 1 liked that. Then the children
strewing (iowers and tho bishop marrying
iu I5nt th" only part of the ceremony I re
member is when George kissed nie tho mo-
j!ir!:t it was over. T)je;i tuo breakfast and
the speeches and the clrringe-in-four and the
train all that seems unreal too. One thing
.;iz:'.!c inc. V.'hen we were in tho railway
carriage George hardly sinike, but kept look
;::g cat of the window; and I saw tho reflec
tion oi K:s lace once, ana i lancietl it had a
haggard, worried look, or it might only
have been distorted by the glass. And when
we arrived here, ho asked mo if I would not
like to rest a little, and I said "Yes," but I
vas r.-.ther disappointed, because I should
have liked to go out with him into the de
li;.,l;t fill old garden that I can see from my
window. 1 his is sueii a pretty old fashioned
vlace, quite one's idea of what an old country
mil r-hoiiM- li', and there is a charming
tardea, with big trees and lots of flowers.
Some great ersou wanted to lend George
his count rv seat for our honeymoon, but he
did not like the idea, nor did I. Then it was
nettled that wo should go to his own home;
but. iust a day or two before the wedding,
he asked me if I would not much rather go
where neither of lis was known, and I agreed
tvilMnglv, K-caase whatever ho likes I like,
tnd I should have hated tho fuss and cere
mony of addrenso- and triumphal arches and
that sort of thing. All that, I suppose, will
take place later, and I shall be horribly shy
pud nervous.
TIi1 most extraordinary thing has hap
penod. George has just been in, looking
fiuito palo anil uiset, to tell mo that he has
had a telegram from one of his most inti
mate friends, who has had an accident, and
implores him to go to hjnj at once. Poor
George seems distracted. I hardly know
how T felt when he told mo, but after a mo
ment I said that of course, under the circum
stances, he ought to go. Then ho caught me
in his arms but lie l4ki so strange that I
felt almost frightened and was father glad
when ho went.
I shall le back hy 12 o'clock to-morrow
morning at latest, my own darling," he said,
mid kissed me again; then rushed away. I
tat a long time looking out of the window
r.f ter he had driven oh. I cannot in the least
deserile how I felt. The expression of his
ace haunts me. I suppose he is dreadfully
grieved about his poor friend; but he looked
almost as if it was his fault, as Jf lie had
some sort of remorse about it. Of course that
is all nonsense. I am rather given to fancy
th in irs, I wish now I had asked him
fsr m-t hue nioi" about his friend; he did not
tell mo where tie wa; out i
even
was so
taken by sun"'" tnat ifc 111,1 not occur to me
,.. .'. The last words he said were: "I
euall be back to-morrow, darling, and, then
we shal 1 1 so awfully happy."
J have Ik-cii wandering about the garden
nd sitting under the trees, feeling very dis
ronsolato and oppressed. I codld almost faiicy
v..,t i m.i willow and have lost him for-
.nv. r. I don't think I ever realized before I
how Immensely I lore him, and how fclasSc
and awful the world would Mem without
blm. Why of all days should bhi friend have
had an accident today! I never read of such
a thing happening in any novel. To think
that I, who hare led such a quiet, uneventful
life (until I met him), should be the victim of
such a strange accident I It will make this
diary very interesting to read after; but oh,
I feel so wretched and miserable now! There
is a tear which has made a great blot. What
a bod lteginning!
My hood swims! I hardly know if I am
right in my senses. I am staring at the paper
now, and I cannot understand it one whit;
and yet I know that some awful, inconceiv
able calamity has hapjened to me. What
shall I do? Where can I go? To whom con
I turn?
I hail just finished dinner a dull enough
meal, heaven knows tho first I ever sat down
to nlono. All the time I was thinking George's
handsome face ought to be opjxisito me, and
that it should have been the ploasantest din
ner I ever hail in my life; and a lump rose in
my throat and nearly choked me, and pre
vented mo from eating.
I was looking out of tho window, when the
neat waiting maid came in with a telegram.
I hail never had one in my life. It set my
heart beating violently. I felt it contained
..!::o dreadful news. Ny fingers trembled so
t hat I could not opun it. Home instinct mado
mo put it down and wait until the woman
hail left tho room, then I tore it open and
read: "Your husband is spending his wed
ding evening with mo. lie always promised
that ho would" I read it over half a dozen
times; I did not seem to grasp the sense or
meaning of it. Then I looked at the top to
see from whom it cauie. "Minna Vane,
Chapel street, London, to Lady Chalford,
Rose Inn, It ."
Minna Vane! Minna Vane! A woman!
There had been no accident. Ho had gone
voluntarily of his own freo will, to spend this
day of all others with another woman ! I
remembered it when ho bado mo good-by.
This was why he had proposed coming to a
place where we were not known!
A sensation came across me as though I
had leen struck a violent blow on the head,
and for a time I know not how long I felt
nothing but a strange deadncss and apathy.
Then slowly there came a quickening in my
heart, growing and growing until it reached
tui intolerable agony and smote mo with a
sense of overwhelming burning disgrace.
Where should I go? Where hide my misery,
my shame? I must return home to the
home which I left in triumphal state seven
hours ago, slink back disgraced, to be a shaft
for pity, wonder, scorn. I have never been
anywhere alone in my life. I cannot face
strangers, above all under these circum
stances; but oh, let me fly from him who has
treated me so cruelly; let mo never, never set
eyes on him again! Why, Oh! my God, has
ho used me thus? What have I done to him?
If a man wanted a terrible revenge on a
woman ho might think of some devilish way
of wreaking it; but what have I ever been
but loving and humble, and glad to do all he
wished or bade?
My maid has just been in under pretense of
asking if I wanted anything. She looked
curiously at me, as if she longed to question
me. I dare say every one in the house knows
or surmises that there is something wrong
and strange. I hardly dare to meet their
eyes. Oh, if I could but hide myself! I was
never used to bo revengeful, I could always
forgive any one who vexed or offended me;
but how my sense of injury seems to suffo
cate me. I could almost pray God to avenge
me. What shall I do? What shall I do?
To-night is too late, but to-morrow morning
early I will go. Ho returns at 12. He shall
not find his wretched victim. Oh, new book!
new look! in which I thought to chronicle
so much happiness, what a ghastly tale for
your first pages! And what will be the end!
It is a month since I wrote those last words,
and I have hesitated and changed my mind
100 times before finally deciding to go on
with my story. My memory serves mo well
enough. I remember every hour of that
terrible time. I can recall almost every
pang that heljxHi to change me in so short a
time from a child to a woman.
When I closed my book I went to the win
dow anil stood there leaning out for a long,
long time. There was a glorious moon so
bright it brought out every tree and shrub
vividly; you could even see the color of the
flowers. What a night to gaze at with one's
lover, his arm about one, one's head upon his
breast. And my lover is looking at it per
chance with another woman's head pillowed
on his heart, his arm about another woman.
And at the intolerable agony of the thought
I clenched my hands until my nails pressed
into my palnis and tears forced themselves
between my closed eyelids. "Oh, God,
punish him; let him not be happy!" I mut
tered between my tight shut teeth. Unable
to bear my misery longer, I turned away and
rang for my maid.
"I will go to bed now," I said to her, forc
ing myself with a superhuman effort to
speak calmly, even cheerfully, and I retained
my comiosure whilo she undressed mo, tor
tured my hair, and performed various offices
for mo which I could well have dispensed
with. I had never in my life been waited
upon by a maid, and hated it intensely. I
felt that her manner was intended to convey
ympathy. She was dying for me to make
some little confidence or explanation to her.
I almost wondered that she did not ask me a
point blank question such a child I was;
but, mercifully, she was too well educated in
her profession to forget so far what was due
to herself. The effort at composure was
nearly too much for me, and the moment she
left me 1 flew to the door, bolted it, and flung
myself on the floor by the bedside in a parox
ysm of weeping.
Midnight chimed from my clock, and still
I sat with my head pressed hard against my
hands; still I sobbed and cried over my lost
illusions. Half past 12 1 ! I rose and threw
open the window and stared into tho night.
The moon was more resplendent than ever;
the hush of the night was perfect. I alone of
nil creatures seemed alive and awake J, with
my intolerable woe. Then I lay down in my
led, but not to sloop. A dozen plans for the
morrow chased each other through my ex
cited brain; but through all of them ran the
horror of that home going to be a jest and a
byword. Again I rose and went to the win
dow. Faint streaks of crimson lay athwart
the horizon, I stayed there until they phanged
to orange and to yellow gold; then, worn out
and shivering with cold summer night
though it was I returned to bed and fell
into a heavy sleep. Some hours later I awoke
with a racking pain in my head and a cen
tral feeling of illness ami utter prostration.
For some moments I Jay trying to recall what
had happened; then the past day and night
rushed upon me like a flood, and I remenv
bered that today I must go home. But even
with the thought a paroxysm of pain over
came me. I laia my neaa dock on my pil
low moaning.
Once before I had been seized with, such an
attack after crying all night joa my favor-:
ite dog died.
Half an hour later, when my maid came,
I was prostrate, speechless. Her words of
c omuiiseraticn fell like a stone upon my car,
I was indifferent to everything but the mad
dening pain in my head my wrongs even
were f orgotten there was no thought of ris
ing or going away, I could only lie and
moan. The woman did ber best for me. (She
bathed my head with eau da cologne, fetched
me tea, begged to be allowed to send for a
doctor; but all I era red was to be alone. She
shut out the light and left me, saying she
would be In the next room; and I lay there
and moaned and tossed my fevered head
from side to sido. I'ridc and grief wxro all
gone; I was absolutely indifferent to every
thing. George might have had a dozen
wives; I might have been disgraced ten times
over I should not have cared. Hours went
by, 'and then I heard his eager voice outside
the door talking to the maid. Presently sho
came in softly.
"Sir George has come, my lady. Ho is so
dreadfully grieved that you are ill. lie savs
may ho come in?"
"so," i moaned. "Oh, my head! my
head!" She went out. I heard the ring of
disappointment in her voice, then more talk
ing. I did not tare everything but my own
pain was indifferent to me. Another long
interval, and she came in and whisitcred:
"The doctor is here, my lady."
She drew back tho window curtains, and
some one too!; my hand, anil asked questions
of her in a low voice. I wan iast shaking
myself. Then ho wont out, and another x.-
son came in on tip-toe and stood besido the
bed and looked down at mo, uttering inco
herent words of tenderness. I knew that it
was George, but I did not unclose my eyes,
I felt a gentle kiss on my brow, more kisses
on my hand. They gavo mo neither sensa
tion of anger nor pleasure that maddening
Iain absorbed every thought.
"You will soon be butter, my darling," I
heard him murmur, but I turned away ray
bead and went on moaning to myself.
Presently Beaton camo liaek and brought
me something to drink. Then sho put cold
bandages on my head, and after a time the
pain grew less intense and I fell asleep.
Wheu I awoke my head was infinitely better,
but I had a dazed, drowsy feeling. I was
able to drink some tea and eat a piece of
toast, and by this timo it was 7 o'clock. I
had the windows thrown wide open.
Would I see Sir George now? Ho waa so
anxious, and Seaton put on her most plead
ing, persuasive tones. The blood rushed to
my face. I turned away to hide it, and said
my head was aching again, and that I would
rather not be disturbed.
She gave mo a draught, and a delightful
senso of well being overcame me, and I slept
slept on till late next morning, when floods
of sunslyne were pouring in at tho open
window, and Seaton was standing uneasily
over mo.
"Oh, dear, my lady, I am bo glad you are
awake!" sho said; "Sir George has been fidg
eting about the last two hours. I must go
and tell him."
My headache was gone, but still I felt
drowsy and apathetic, utterly incapable of
forming any plans, and when I tried to rise I
was as weak as a baby and staggered about.
I ate my breakfast, and Seaton appareled me
as sho thought fit, choosing tho loveliest tua
gown from my wardrobe, and I was too in
different to oppose her. My face was very
white; my eyes looked unnaturally largo. I
I had to lean on her arm even to crawl as far
as the sitting room. Georgo was there; ut
tered a cry of delight. Unrestrained by the
presence of tho sympathetic Seaton, he
embraced mo and led me to tho sofa. My
heart was beating wildly, but I had a strange,
confused feeling in my head, as though if I
spoke I should swoon. I said nothing; mado
no resistance; but lay on tho sofa as he placed
mo, anil closed m3' eyes.
He uttered a thousand endearing words, to
which I mado no sort of response; and yet
my heart thrilled in answer to thein; shame
smote mo that I loved him.
"What made you ill, my darling?" he asked.
And then, with a sudden instinct, I unclosed
my eyes and looked fixedly at him. It was
his turn to wince and redden. He had to
avert his face. Then my heart hardened.
"Some news I had upset me," I4aid, in a
measured voice; and he did not dare to ask
any further question,
"Will you bo well enough to drive this
afternoon?" he inquired presently; "the air
would do you good." And I assented.
After this he seemed to have lost his
tongue. Every now and then he looked at
me in an humble, half frightened sort of
way, and as he grew weak I grew strong,
and a desire to bo cruel to him came over nie.
He drove me in his phaeton through lovely
hedge bound lanes, under avenues of trees,
across breezy hills. Very few words were
exchanged between us; now and then I cast
a sidelong glance at his handsome face,
which looked so careworn and miserable.
My heart melted toward him; but then I
would recall my wrongs, and it grew cold
and bitter again. How careful ho was of my
comfort! Therq was such lovo and tender
ness in every line of his face when ho looked
at mo, I could not but believe, in spite of
what had happened, that his heart was
mine.
All through dinner I scarcely spoke, and I
remarked that ho, who had usually such a
fine healthy appetite, ate scarcely anything.
Afterward he lighted a cigar and went out,
and I could hear bis footsteps crunching tho
gravel as ho paced up and down. The in
fluence of the narcotic was still upon mo, and
I dozed off. When I awoke he was sitting
beside me.
"What time is it?" I asked, affecting to
yawn.
"Half past nine," he answered. "You are
tired, are you not, love?"
"Yes," I said, rising. "I will go to bed.
Good night."
"yot good night!" ho uttered in a low
voice.
"Good night."' I repeated resolutely. Then,
looking up at mm, and sjeaking with a cool
ness that astonished me, I added: "Will yon
make arrangements to tako mo Lome' to
morrow f
"Take you home!" he echoed, his face
growing deathly white. "W hat do you
mean?"
"I mean that I wish to go home," I an
swered, in the same cold, cruel tone,
"And and what is to become of me?" he
said.
"I dare say your sick friend needs your
care," I replied, and with that I left him like
one stunned.
I awoke perfectly well next morning.
What would happen to-day? I wondered. I
loved him. I did not mean to leave lain, but
still I had a desire tq punish him a cruci
eagerness to exercise my new found power.
When I went in to breakfast I saw that he
looked haggard and pale. I greeted him
cheerfully, ate on excellent breakfast, and
made a remark now and then.
"Have you found. oit about tho trains?" I
inquired, when J had finished.
"How cruel you are!" he cried, rising and
coming toward me. "I cannot stand this
any longer. What, in God's name, do you
mean?"
I rose, too, evading his touch, and raising
inyself to my full height.
"I mean that I do not choose to share you
with Minna Vana or any tither woman," I
answered. "After the outrage you have put
upon me, I intend to return to my peo
ple." "Minna Vane'1 h stammered, looking at
mo with horrified eyes.
I went to my desk, unlocked it, took out
the telegram and handed it to him.
"My God," he uttered, then walked to the
fc-indow.
My heart beat furiously. What answer
could ho make, jnef Presently he turnL
."Come and let me tell you the truth." Ami
lie took my bond, led me to the sofa and cut
down besido me.
"Five years ago I wo in lovo with this
woman. Sho got a good deal of influence
over mo. I was for the tiiuo almost n t.lavo
to her. In u moment of madness she ma It
mo swear that if I ever married 1 would
Kjiond the first evening of my marriage w ith
her. Hoy and fool that I was, feeling certain
then that I should never marry miyoiher
woman, I swore it. You may wonder, cr
hnps, that I thought wich nn oath binding. I
hail forgotten it, as I had long and complete
ly forgotten her, when, a week before our
marriage, I had a letter from lir re
minding me of my oath anil tho terms
of it. It was a horrible one. ? am
ashamed when 1 think of it. I am not usually
suierstitious, but I vowed that if I l.rok lay
word I hoped my wife would die before tho
week was out. Oh, darling! ' and hir; voice
trembled and there were even tears i,i Lis.
eyes "if you knew how I lovo you; if you j
knew how awful tho thought of anything
happening to you is to mo you would under
stand and forgive me! And if vou knew tho
hell I have gone through tho lust threw nitrht-s
you would pity instead of being ungry with
me. She may havo had her reven ue, but I
do not think," with a bitter laugh, '"it can lie
very sweet to her. Sho was irl.id enough to
let mo go after I had been ten minutes in her
house."
I believed him a weight was taken from
my heart yet still I had that cruel deairo to
punish him.
"Will you still leave nie?" he said in an
agonized voice.
"I will forgive you on ono condition." I
answered. "If you will iro uivav for thii-o
days; at tho end of that time you may como
back."
And all his prayers and entreaties l it ?no
inexorable, imm.iv.-.'.!.-
ago was sucn a simple child! At last ho
consented to tho ordeal and went. I can an
swer lor it that ho alono was not lmnishcd
Oh, in those three miserable days, how my
ucii u was racKeu and torn with iwiin ilonl.t
longing! Each day he sent m-j tho most im
passioned letter, and those letters alone ena
bled mo to bear tho weary hours.
Tl. U - , , ...
ucn no camo oacic. Ah! no written
pago shall reveal tho joy of that return- it.
snail remain forever sacred. I leckc.
mining mea or the past sulfering. I had
gained a power over him that I should i.ev..,-
eise navo possessed.
.30, Minna Vuuo, your evil turned to good.
your curso to a blessing. I have no fear of
you or of any oth-r woman now.
Good-by, book; I shall never writo in von
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become the wife of such a man Innir u.r;.,."..
she attained any position as an actress, and
tho union has been one of pure affection on
both sides. By tho time she -t,..ri..i
into tho front rank ho has cenerallv uZ-x.u,n
confirmed in habits of iritOYient irri
more ho falls into tho slomrh of ili-ii!il i:i.i.
tho more she deplores his infatuation and
vainly attempts hi reformation. It is as
nothing to her that ho meets her mild n.
postulations with brandy smelling oaths, or
answers her fitful bursts of disappointed hojKj
with blows she loves the brnt Kl ....
loving him after ho has become a thoroughly
besotted, selfish wretch, without a spark, of
manhood in his composition, and sho w ill lovo
him until sho falls to pitying him, ulwavs
trying to iind fresh excujcs for his brutal
treatment of her.
It is nothing to her that he has almo.;t sue
ceodod in dragging her down into tho mud
and dirt of tho vilo set among whom ho wal
lows. She stooj)s and tries with feeble jiowcr
to lift up tho heavy, sodden load, Teu to one
but in tho attempt she yields up life, leaving
him to follow- with railroad speed to the gates
of death through which she has airoadv
passed. Lucky for her if she docs pas.i
through them first, while still a few lovh"
Iriemls live to save her mortal remains lro;a
being buried in tho potter's field, for i.X.
that home of the worthless and unknown v. iil
tho carcase of her drunken lord and master
be surely Hung at last. Now York Star.
Jonathan JIatt
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A Trick in Itifle Shooting.
"No, sir, I do not clnn.n to be an oxort at
fancy shooting," said Capt. Jack Crawford
in answer to a:i innuiry. ''There is too much
trickery a sort of sleight of hand bushier
connected with it. I do protend to bo a crack
thot, and to e:;cei in accuracy and rapidity
with a Winchester rifle. The "Winchester
Arms company havo offered repeatedly to
back mo for So.OOO against any man in tho
world in that sort of skill, "i have fire. I
twelve shots in threa aud a half second.
But hero let mo enlighten yo'JLea to one of
tho neat little tricks used in fancy shots."'
Hero tho scout produced what apiienrcd to
bo, as bo held it at a distance, a brass shell
tipped with a leaden balL "Looks like a
bullet, don't it?'' ho said, with a lau-L
W ell, it isn t. It is simply a parier macho
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view a quant ity of shot about 200 ho said
wore in the shell, with just enough powder at
tho butt to do the vrork. "How are these
used? You have probably witnessed tho feat
of cracking glass balls thrown in the air by
shooting at them with a Winchester, and
while riding a horse going at a gallop. Well,
that's the kind of a 'luil' cartridge that is
used, and the spectators look on with wonder
and, admiration, supposing that it is donj
with a singlo ball, and that is something, mv
boy, that no man in the world has ever dona
or will do, because, it is a physical jrnposst-bilit-."
Buffalo Courier,
Par
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protuberance appropriately colored to look
like lead. Now, I'll show you what's behind
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UNDERTAKING AND EMBALMING A SPECIALTY
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CORNER MAIN AND SIXTH - PLATTSMOLTIF, NEBRASKA
agij r ?ggry.vu?.rr r --aJrt. . .1', avl 1 a jl mmmw
AND ALL KINDS OF-
HOUSEHOLD
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rtactico of Carrying Weapons.
Burglars and thieves as a general rule do
not carry concealed weapons, for the reason
that they know they are liable at any timo
to be taken in on general principles, and t'nov
can be sent to tho rock piie very easily if n
knife or pistol is found oq them" Cann ing
weapons is not fashionable with eroolts of any
kind, Most cases of this kind are made on
young fellows, who carry weajKns as a bluff
and show them up without any intent to hurt
any one. Knives are carried only by negroes
and the very lowest hoodlums. Bra.-3
knuckles, which used to be so common years
ago, are curiosities more than anvthin:r else.
The police don't capture a man with a pair !
oucoinsix monms. A peculiar thing about
tho pistols gathered in by tho iiolic-j ij that
not one in ten is any good. They are mostly
cheap affairs with which murders and su ici Je-s
aro committed. Detective in Globed :-ni.
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PARLOR FUPtKITUR?.
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A "Red Flas'' aieetlnj.
One of the London rancrs published an
account of a meetin? of unemnlo-.-:' nt.
Kensington garden, at which only twenty
persons wei-o said to have turned out and :
paraded behind a red flag. The next clay ov.a ;
of the pai aders wrote that tho alleged mc-c-r. i
ting consisted of the vicar, churi l Yarlc:l, !
overseers, certain vestrvmen nud
twenty loys of tho parish who were en.aji.-d
in laying out tho bounds of the parish, and
had a red surveyor's flag for signaling., i
New York Sun.
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