a OLD 1IAID.
Of course I ni an old maid; any
body in Maple Ridge could Uve told
you that, and a gout many would have
aid I was several yean older than the
old family bible affirmed.
I felt aH of my 31 yean and knew
that Um dark littla faoa that looked
back at me to soberly from the cracked
mirror showed tbem beyond question.
But what of that! I had other things
to think of than that I was an old maid
many others.
Than was poor Susie, oar pet, the
youngest of us all, who would marry,
handsome, reckless Noll Dasher, who,
after a wild life of only a few years,
ended it in a drunkard's grave and left
poor Susie and her two babies to me.
Nor was that all, for Fred, our eldest,
the pride of oar old father's and moth
er's hearts, must marry, too which
was welLenough, only after one brief
year in his city office, he, too, grew skk
and died but oh, so peacefully, so no
bly! "You'll care for my wife and baby
If ary V he said, looking at me so plead
ingly, and I answered: "Yes, Fred,
always."
So it isn't much wonder I looked old,
since only my little dress-making shop
Stood between us all and starvation. "1
Father and mother had become so
feeble they could only sit on either side
of the chimney and talk of their trials
and sorrows. ,
Susie took upon horsolf the care of
the large household, and I've shed many
a secret tear at uight, thinking how
wan and white she was growing, our
beautiful litUe Susie.
What did Fred's wife do ? I -that's
sore subject; no one ever said any
thing, but I have seen Susie shut her
lips In a strange way when "the lady"
wept into our simple meals and never
offered to soil her white hands even to
wash her own dishes or clothes.
"She's never been taught to work, I
appose," I thought; "poor thing!"
Then I bent over my sewing and sat
p a little later.
' Things had gone on in this way for
nearly a year, until one night, when it
was growing very late, Susie came in
and shut the door of my shop carefully.
. "What is it, my dear r I said cheer
fully, for there was a look on her face
that troubled me.
"Mary," she said, sinking down at my
aide and laying her pretty head on my
knee, "my poor Mary rand then she
Lagan to sob so pitifully.
1 had but little time to spare, for 1
knew Mrs. Greathouse must have her
pew dress by the next evening; but I
dropped my needle and took her in my
arms and whispered:
"What is it, my darling, tell me, won't
your
"Oh, Mary, so good, so unselfish. I
cant bear it You are working your
self to death tor me and mine. I've
thought and thought and planned, and
there's only one way." I
"I don't understand how hot your
cheeks are! You're going to be sick."
"I'm going to die. Don't look so
Startled. I'm so wicked and foolish,
but I cant see you kill yourself nor my
precious children starve. I'm only
only going to get married," desprate-
Then I felt her whole body shudder,
' "Yes, darling, but who?"
"I'm going to marry Mr. Caleb Leff
Ingwell." "Susie! you are mad!"
"No; he proposed to night as I left
thejtlle and I accepted him, that's
all; why don't you congratulate me?"
"Because I can't for I kno oh, my
darling. I know you don't love him.''
"Love! I loved once and got a sweet
reward. Yes, I'm in love with the old
miser's money; that's honest"
"Hush! Never mind, sleep on it, pet
Well talk about It to-morrow. I must
finish this dress now."
"Mary, do stop and rest, you unself
ish housekeeper. Your burden shall be
lightened. I'm not half as miserable
a you fancy." .... - , ,
- But I knew what she suffered, and I
signed, for things had come to a very
bad state. What with poor father down
with the rheumatism and Susie's, child
ren suffering for shoes, and none of us
too warmly clad, unless it was "the
Lady" that is what Susie called Fred's
jif wife to me more than once; but I could
only sigh and remember that tliey were
bar old gowns.
Nevertheless it did seem hard that
she and her baby should have the one
spare room, and a Are, and coal so
dear. ' But la me, I had promised.
Such a rosebud as that little cooing
baby was. If I'd had ' time I'd have
euddled it by the hour, and strange to
amy, the mother had called it "Mary."
Ebe never said it was for me, and I often
wandered, but never asked her for
somehow all us simple folks were a bit
amid of the lady."
' It was em dull, rainy evening In
'February when poor Susie came to me
wtth her pitiful story of sacrifice the
. bad rraoived to make. . I remember
vary particularly because Mrs. Great
:! was to have a party on the 26th,
.theMrt mland I was burrie with
fear gown. . ff .,
C came Is? quit early for It, but
se rich si was all finished. J trem
fai a mit 0 scanned It so closely,
. trt lie found no fault whatever, and
bUMUtlt for H promptly. Her
trtwwa were:
"Yoa are looking far from well,
Mary; Tom would hardly recognize his
old sweetheart If he could see you now,
"You need rest, my dear; do take some,"
then she passed out
"Good advice excellent," said Susie
in a hard voice, and I was glad she had
not noticed what Mrs. Greathouse said
about her brother.
"I wish you had charged her $15 in
stead of 5, Mary. The dress was worth
it"
"Yes, I know," I answered drearily;
but even that would not have paid all
the bills," and for the first time in
Susie's presence I brake down and
cried.
Even as I wept softly and Susie tried
to comfort me, somebody enured the
little shop, and bending over Susie and
I dropped a letter in my lap a great
big, funny-looking affair.
"A letter! Oh, Mary! who would
send you a letter t" said Susie.
"The lady" paused a moment in the
shadow s of the room, and I tore off the
envelope, and there fell in my lap a
great lot of bank bills.
"Money!" cried Susie, "money! Who
what does it mean? Oh, here's a
note! Listen."
"Dear Mvj: Accept l'ttl pmmt from
'inil I'BIMD."
That was alL We looked at each
other stupidly.
"Who could have sent? Oh, Susie,
it's a mistake!" I gasped.
"No, it is not; the letter is sent to
you and is for you. I find it is just
$100. I'm so glad."
I kept the money. I needed it so
sorely, and they all said it really was
mine; but I felt uneasy all the time,
and wondered and wondered, for we
hadn't a rich relation in tike world. Hut
even that 9100 would not last forever
and by and by I saw Susie looking over
her old things and trying to make up
her mind that the time bad come when
she could tell her betrothed husband
she was ready. Poor, poor little Susie.
"I've set the day at last," she said.
It's to be next Tuesday." Then she
began to sob.
Once more ''the lady" entered and
dropped in my lap another letter, and a
book. .
'1 his letter was not so bulky, but when
I opened it I fond that it contained
two bills of 9100 each.
"What who?" I began vaguely as
before, when once more "the lady" bent
over Susie and I, and winding her
white arms around our nocks, fell into
a violent fit of weeping.
"Oh, my sisters," she sobbed, when
she could speak. ''Do you think me
blind as well as heartless? Do you
think you are to do all the work and
menoue? Dear patient fingers!" and
to our astonishment she kissed first my
needle-pricked hand and then Susie's
chapped and toil marked. .
"There's the book," she continued,
'read it when you can. I began it when
my husband was first taken 11L . I
fancied I could get it done in time to
help Lira, but I couldn't Yet he knows
he must know how glid I am to be
ablo to help those so dear to him."
Florence," I said in wonder, "what
are you talking about?"
Why, my book ; it is there in your lap
as well as the money for it a portion
of it I always scribbled more or less
but in careless way, untill I saw the
great need, and then I found I could
write even better than I dared hope.
I never told because I wanted to. sur
prise you. Susie, little sister, dont
dream of that dislastful marriage. I
was so afraid it wouldn't come in time
to save you. And Mary, gentle one
I've something for you even better than
gold. I forgive me! I found out, all
aboutjrour sad love story, of the quar
rel long ago, and the lover in the west,
I sent him a little bird with a message
of your faithfulness, your noble life,
and the answer came (oh, the west is
not very for away): 'I'm coming."
I wondered why Susie, with such a
face of peace and joy as I had not seen
her wear for years, should look startled
and step back, while "the lady oh.
such a lady stood between me and the
door.
Suddenly she bent and kissed my hot
cheek, and deftly snatching the comb
that held my curls so very primly as
I deemed most becoming a staid old
maid she fled with Susie into tlie next
room and closed the door.
I knew then why she had held herself
so persistently before me, for standing
on the threshold of tlje outside door
stood a tall man, tanned and bearded.
I could not speak. I would have fled
too, but I could not move.
The tall man smiled and approached
me, took me in his arms and whispered,
"is it my own little Mary ?"
And somehow in his sheltering arms
I found my tongue and answered bold
ly: "Yes, Tom."
We call her "the lady" still, some
times, for she is famous now, and rich,
and Susie and her children live with
her. The old folks have found a better
home with Fred, and I cannot help but
think they told htm how, we love his
wife and of all the happiness she
brought Hsv-Xlta Old Ilomestead,
A curious trap at the patent office is
an imitation rat that has a piece of
toasted cheese stuck on the end of a lit
tle spear that projects from hit nose a
short distance. When a real rat comes
nn fa nibble at the cheese the sneer
jumps out about six inches and Impales
the unfortunate.
Old Time Epicures.
The monks and cures of Frame have
done as much for their country in the
preparation of savory delicacies as' the
most renowned chefs. It has been sug
gested that during the long session of
Lent these holy men have bean tar- the
habit of relieving their' privations by
employing their ingenuity rathe Invent
ion of pleasant foods and drinks in
readiness for the return of the days ot
feasting. Whether there is any founda
tion for this inference is not positively
known, but the fact remains that the
clergy, from whatever cause, are capital
nventors of all sorts of comestibles.
One of the largest oyster parks in the
country was started by Abbe Bonnetard,
the cure of La Teste, whose system of
artificial cultivation is so successful that
of the number of oysters distributed
throughout France every year perhaps
a quarter are produced by the abbe.
Canon A gen was the discoverer of the
terrines of Nerac.
The rillettes of Tours are the work of
a monk of Marmoutiers. The renowned
liqueurs Chartreuse, Trappistine, Bene
dictine and others, betray their monastic
origin in their names, and the strangest
part of their production is that they
should be the work of the most severe
and ascetic of religious bodies.
The elixir of Garusis the invention of
the Abbe Gar us. The Beziers sausages
were first prepared under the direction
of the Trior Lamoureux. The popular
Iiergougnoux sauce was first mingled by
the Abbe Bergougnoux. The delicate
Floguard cakes are the invention of the
Abbe Floguard. Even the immortal
glory of the discovery of champagne is
attributed to a monk. To these may be
added the innumerable delicacies in
bonbons, confectionery and the like,
which owe their origin entirely to nuns
in the French convents scattered
throughout the land. Paris Cor. Chica
go Inter-Ocean.
Two Steamers on si Long Race.
Steamship races across the Atlantic
are common enough more common,
perhaps, than they should be but a
race merely from New York to Liver
pool is a small affair compared with
one which took place recently between
the French steamship Salazie and the
English steamship Orizaba, which had
a little trial of speed between Mel
bourne and Marseilles, by way of the
Suez canal a total distance of some
11,000 miles.
The Salazia did not start from Mel
bourne until three houre after the Ori
zaba had sailed. Sho arrived at Ade
laide, South Austrialia, at about the
same time. After touching it Albany,
Western Australia, together the two
steamers, though both made the very
best possible time across the Indian
ocean, saw nothing more of each other
until they had entered the Red sea.
Here the French steamer was found
to be some distance in advance of the
English, although they were in plain
view of each other. The Englishman
gave chase, and succeeded in overhaul
ing but not in passing the Salazia, and
the latter preceded the Orizaba through
the canal
The Orizaba and . the Salazia kept
quite near together throughout the
journey through the Mediterranean.
The "race" was not really a long strug
gle, covering the distance of more than
ten.thousand miles between Melbourne
and Marseilles, but rather a "brush"
for precedence in the Suez canaL The
great ocean going steamers often jour
ney very near together on long voyages.
Youth's Companion.
Ex-Senator Brace.
Ex Senator Bruce is by no means a
bad-looking man. lie weighs, I judge :
about two hundred pounds. He is six
feet tall and has a large, round, copper-
colored face. His hair has just a slight
curl to it and he keeps it well brushed.
His features are half Caucasian, and
half African. You could tell anywhere
that he had colored blood In his veins,
but you can see that he is three-fourths
white, in appearance and not far from
altogether so in instincts. He dresses
well but not foppishly. Ills wife Is
whiter s great deal than he. She would
be taken for a Caucasian by nine peo
ple out of ten. She is well educated
and was a school-teacher in Cleveland
when Bruce married her. She was
slender, well formed and her manners
and bearing are refined. The two live
very nicely in Washington, and their
home is within stone's throw of Blaine's
big house, which Letter rents fo r 911,
000 a year.-N. Y. World.
Where The Lighting Went.
Sailors are proverbial for thler big
yarns, but they cant get much ahead of
river men. The other day Capt J. D,
Parker got hold of Capt Gibson, and
he said:
"Dave, you recollect when I was mate
on the Yazoo and that streak of light
ning struck me as 1 stood near ths jack
staff, In that terrible storm, and you all
thought I was dead for sure r
"Oh, yes, very well; but where did the
lightning go to, anyhow?"
"Why, it went right down Into my
boot"
"And yon never were hurt f
"No, sir, not a bit I just took my
boot off and poured the lightning out
on the deck."
And the two worthies went to look at
the weather map. Clnndnnatl Enquir
er. ' ' ' ;'
FASHION NOTES.
rrtk Ia41a.
Two tedies of Lewiston, Me, take eft
mile walk before breakfast for their
health.
, Water solutions are difficult to mix
with vaseline, but it is said this difficulty
can be overcome by means of a little)
castor oiL
Another admirable stimulant for ex
haustion is a mixture of five drops of
chloroform with a teaspoonful of red
lavender in a gloss of water.
The official directory of the New York
Central shows that of the 206 station
agents on the road twenty-six are
Women.
A turtle teapot made of blue and
white Owari ware, its upturned bead
and serving for the spout, is imported
from Japan and costs 91.
Boiling water should not be poured
on tea trays, japanned goods, etc., as it
will make the varnish crack and peel off.
The magnificent and wonderful frost'
ing with which the caterer's art covers
the wadding cake is now removable be
fore cake is cut so that it my be used
again again.
Not Vtu Mar Old
Therr is a time in a woman's life
when she is too old for the dance and
frolic 'If the young, and too young for
the quiet corner of the old. No doss
claims her. She feels often like an alien
from the commonwealth of woman
hood. I n charitable work and in social
life the invisible line is passed. Noons
invites her now to preside at the fancy
booth or hasten the sale of flowers with
her gracious smiles. Neither is she
asked to give the dignity of her age and
position as one of the patronesses oT
the fair. She is laughed at if she dress
es in the gay colors her soul lovers, or
scolded (by her family) for always wear
ing black.
She has no part In the play, but is
quietly relegated to the position of
tage setter and prompter while young
er and older woman pose and win ap
plause. Iler beauty is not at its best
She has neither the fair girlish face
which is the prophecy of what it will
be, nor the sweet old face which is the
history of what it has been. White
hair does not crown her with glory, and
She has lost the golden curls of her
youth. The blossom has faded and the
fruit does not yet compensate for its
loss.
The trials of the transition state en
velop her in the home. Sometimes she
feels that her husband is almost desert
ing her for the young daughter who is
the second edition of the girl he fell in
love with years ago. The solving of the
idomestic problem has not made such
drafts upon his mental and physical
resources as it has upon hers. He is a
comparatively young man, and no one
dreams of asking him to. step aside
jfrom any familiar path.
; At times sue wonaers lisnezsnoia
childless woman. She was necessary to
her little children, but her growing sons
bnd daughters do not seem to need her;
at least they do not cling to her with
the tender caresses of their babyhood.
Studies, teachers, classmates and em
bryo love affairs fill their lives so full
that the mother almost feels crowded
out Harper's Bazar.
The Hsppv, CaraUM, Motharllf Wemii.
But there's something white waving
In the air. further down. It is on the
wrong corner. It.isn'tyes it Is a
baby. The woman's hands are so full
she can't ware anything else but the
baby, and he likes it." Careless women's
babies always do like all manner of
irregular things, and thrive on thenv
And she is such a careless, happy-go-sweky
woman, with her bonnet all awry,
her arms full of bundles, and the baby
jslmost upside down4on her shoulder.
Such an indignant woman tor a moment
when the car rumbles past her, such a
good natured one when she sees the
mistake she has made. Over the cobble
i tones, through the mud, splash into a
puddle she hurries, her face growing
snore crimson- her bangstraighter every
jminute, and at last half falls, half
plunges teo the car as the conductor,
angry at the delay, pulls the bell rope
sharply, and we trundle on again, while
lhe careless woman drops one bundle,
lets fall two more trying to secure the
)flrst, and nearly drops the baby picking
up all three.
j It is safe tn wager that she is as kind
las she is careless, that her house looks
jas if two cyclones have held a courtship
In it, but that ypull have the nicest
pome dinner if you drop in unexpected
ly that hungry man ever devoured.
ot the fancy ices and frills, but the
gravies and thick pies and white
thk vmir mother used tot make
d a welcome warmer than an August
poon. The dear, motherly, careless
woman, a little too stout a little toe
noisy, but with room in her big, warm
heart for all suffering humanity. Then
predays when you'd rather be held to
her capacious bosom, even at the risk
kt being smeared with the molasses on
ef the twins has just wiped off on her as
dhe caught him up, because he bumped
bis precious bead with the hammer,
than be admitted to the presence of
tueen. New York Sun.
. , . MoUmv Sum InsrsvS.
Higgle Mamaduks Clancy and
Clara Vers de Vers are going to eat
their toes in yon romantio nook.
Glggle-That's a case of the spoons
tannine ewl with the dishes.-Harp.
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Solid Mutnal Insurance at About One-Half Eastern Rates.
Death Claims Paid, - $48,000.00
Capital and Reserved Surplus, $ 1 1 3,000.00
Insurance in Nebraska, $2,000,000.00
FULL PAYMENT OF POLICY GUARANTEED.
Over a Million Dollars went out of Nebraska in 1889 for Life Insurance, that
could have been secured at home for halt the money.
It is a duty you owe your family to carry a Life Policy every policy adk
a cash value to your estate.
tW Meltable and Wlde-a-wake Agents Wanted.
For circulars and information, write to
a. X. WIQTON, Sec
HASTINGS, NEBRASKA.
A Woman) Service.
"No," said the gray haired woman, "I
am not going to help to decorate the
graves. I am more accustomed to hand
ling lint and bandages than flowers
that is, 1 was accustomed to it twenty
odd years ago, when I was nursing in a
Washington hospital. Oh, yes, of course,
after soldiers are dead, flowers are better
for them than anything else, but I can
not help laughing even now, when I
think of an ill contrived fellow whose
leg we were trying to save, and who
was always in a bad humor except when
he was eating jellies and custards.
Just let anybody carry flowers to his cot
if they wanted to hear him break out!
'Oh, go to thunder with them dowers!'
he would say (and 1 can't tell you what
kind of flowers he called 'em); 'I thought
you was bringing me something to eat.
Usually, unless his leg was hurting him
awfully, he tried to keep from using
bad words, but the sight of flowers,
when he was expecting something else,
seemed to be too much for him. He
had a long siege of it, but at. last he
limped out of the hospital on crutches(
and I had a letter from him some
months afterward saying he had thrown
his crutches aside.
"Hospital nursing hard work? The
hardest I ever did in my life. You see
I went into it without any training.
We army nurses hadn't been taught to
spare ourselves, and we didn't I thought
at first I'd have to give up because I
couldn't sleep at night for seeing the
amputated arms and legs and other
sickening sights that I had been among
ail day, but I held out to the last,
although I was one of the youngest
nurses in the hospital. When I came
out at the end of two years' work very
body said I looked 10 years older than
when I went in. I had never been very
strong, and the doctor said I was too
sympathetic for such a profession. j
tell you it is a dreadful thing to hear
men begging to be killed to be put out
of their misery! Some of the patients
were shamming, making the greatest
ado over little flesh wounds, but these
were very few in comparison with those
who were really hurt.
"No, I do no nursing nowadays. The
girls who are graduating every year
from training schools, with their heads
crammed with book learning aud fami
liar with ail the recent discoveries and
improvements in medicine and surgery,
would look down on a nurse who learned
all she knows during the war. For the
last twenty-five years I have been sup
porting myself as a housekeeper. In a
hotel? No, I havent strength enough
for that Sometimes I take care of a
widower and his children until he mar
ries again, which he always does too
soon for my convenience, and some
times I keep house for a fashionable
lady until I go distracted with her pink
luncheons and orange breakfasts and
other new fangled arrangements. I
consider myself a pretty good manager,
but the trouble is that sometimes there
aren't servants enough for the work that
has to be done, so I have to fall to and
help, which not only lessens the servantg
respect for me, but usually brings on an
attack of nervous prostration that
makes it necessary for me to take a
resting spell in a working women's
home, though 1 hate dreadfully to see
money going out when there's none
coming in.
"Ought to have a govern meut pen
sion? Yes, that is what 1 have often
been told. It is true I wasn't wounded
during the war. I didn't shed any
blood for the Union, but I gave it pret
ty much the same thing in my strength,
and a pension, no matter how small it
might be, would con e in very well to
spare my savings when I am out of
work, and take away my dread of being
dependent on some one in my old age.
My relations wouldn't let me go to the
almshouse, I know, but if I cannot save
up enough for a little rest in the end I
hope and trust I may . die in harness.
There's many a year's work in me yet,
If what strength t have left doesn't
give way completely; though it is dis
couraging to receive smaller salaries
vary time I make . a change as the
years go by. New York Tribune,
Joe Mulhatton Talks.
Colonel Joe Mulhatton of Kentucky,
the biggest liar in the United States, if
not in the universe, has been a drummer
for a long time. He has been a liar for
twenty years or more, according to the
story lie told a reporter for the Timet
yesterday. He has made a good deal of
money out of both callings. Colonel
Mulhatton is an undersized man, and
the shirt he wore yesterday looked like
it has never seen a laundry since the
day of its manufacture. Neverthless,
Colonel Mulhatton's collar was clean,
and a fine stud blazed on the front of a
gorgeous red four-in-hand tie. The
liar's coat was linen, three shades off
the black in its rustiness, but the
colonel's handshake was warm, and his
smile sought the reporter's better na
ture and the two were friends.
"I am not a liar by nature," said Col
onel Mulhatton; "I make a business of
it for amusement. I told my first big
lie for a Louisville newspaper twenty
years ago. I told of a score of mum
mies that were discovered in a wonder
ful cave in Pike county, Kentucky.
Each mummy was eighteen feet long,
and had red hair all over his body. The
cave was three miles long and a mile
wide, with a very small and almost im
passable entrance. One chamber was
lined with the richest of gold quartz,
and in another diamonds and rubles
sparkled like the stars in the firma
ment. People flocked to Pikeville by
the hundreds, and town lots were sell
ing out near White Post, in the north
ern part of the county, at $100 a foot.
Every showman in the country had
agents in Pike county, and old Barnum
himself was down there trying to buy
the cave. ,
"Where I got real fame, however,"
said the general liar, strutting proudly
before the crowd that had gathered,
about him and the newspaperman,
"was in that meteor Btory. I was talk
ing to Bill Eads, a Louisville newspa
per man, one time,, and he asked me to
write him a story. I told him I was
out of ideas and couldn't do it. Just
that minute a little meteor shot across
the blue dome of heaven and it brought
me an idea.
"I'll ivrit.fi vaii A afnrv ftlwmf mofAAra
Bill, I said, and I turned right around
and got to work. Well, while Bill was
talking to me of the newspaper business
and the last scoop he missed, I wrote
the story. The meteor covered an acre
of ground and sunk about 100 feet The
people all over Texas thought the end of
creation had come. I located the thing
in Brown county at William's ranch,
near Brownwood, and worked inn lot
of stuff about the fleeing populace and
a sulphurous smell that pervatedthe
atmosphere for miles. I said that that
meteor sizzed and sizzled in the damp
ground, and withered plantations for
acres and acres around, parching the
ground into fire brick for many miles.
Well, the story appeared in good sea
son and the Associated press sent the
item out. In a week there were more
scientists and newspaper men on their
way to Texas than U boarding houses
of the state could accommodate. Some
of them got lost in the mesquite brush
and fed on the beans for weeks, nnd
some of them got discouraged looking
for the meteor and bought a hundred
acres of 5 cent land and are living then
yet, raising mosquitoes, tarantulars and
chickens. I think it was the best thing
for them that ever happened. The Lon-
uuu l tines, i oris JcmjM, ivn uowu
1 rrr ' f )n m T)iM "Y 7 . ..' -
Paris Petit Journal, Hong Kong Chow
Chow, and the Volktblatt of Berlin, all
had men scouring Texas for that meteor
These poor fellows were afraid to go
back home without the facts and sonv
photographs, and they just stayed here.
The London Time man is' now run
ning a saloon at Cheyenne, the Temp.
man is a barber down on belawart
street, and the Chow-Chotc correspond
ent has a laundry on Franklin avenus
St Louis. I've lost track of the Others.'
-Kansas City Times.
A Yankee genius has invented and
patented a machine for buttering bread,
The machine cuts and butters 7W loavet
of bread in an boor.