THE STORY OF A PICTURE.
It Is about 10 o'clock p. m., the hour
when life in its lightest and most fri
rolcma form is on parade in the upper
part of the city's great artery of traffie
Broadway.
Madison Square is brilliant with a
thousand lights; the great hotels are
uronged with idle groups, while up
id down the side-walks continues the
'eaiy stream of foot passengers which
will not diminish much before mid
Bight. The crowd upon the pavements
and in the hotels is frequently aug
mented for a few moments by persons
fearing theatres in the vicinity during
the entr'acte for an airing, refresh
ments or cigars.
The crowd on promenade is a motely
one, composed for the most part of
well dressed men and women, and
from the animated tones and gestures,
the gay jests and light laughter, dis
tinguishable aboTe the steady tramp of
feet, the r ttling of cab wheels and the
jingling of car bells, one might think
that tare rested lightl on the shoulders
of the most who are here.
Among the crowd of busy talkers,
thoughtless idlers and devotees of
pleasure walking at a leisu ely pace
and with a thoughtful air, comes a man
whose genius has already made his
name a household word in many lands.
It is Geoffrey Vail the artist. The
handsome, scholarly face, with its deli
cate white complexion, its large, soft,
black eyes and sweeping black mous
tache whioh fringes his sensitive mouth,
his graceful carriage and the plain but
faultless style of his attire, stamp him
easily as a man of superior type eren
to those who do not recognize in the
lone individual Die well-knon figure
of metropolitan life.
Above the jorgon of sound3 in the
streets rise occasionally from a siile
street the tones of a piano-organ ac
companied oy tne voice or a person
singing some Italian songs. The artist
pauses for a moment to listen to the
pathetic ring of this voice, and as he
approaches is struck by the appearance
Of the singer. It is a young girl, about
sixteen years of age, with a Madonna
like face touched with a look of most
exquisite sorrow. Is it possible that
the coarse-looking Italian yonder can
hare any connection with this lovely
child? It is not of this the artist
thinks as he lingers, throwing coin
into the old man's hat It is of how
that lovely fa e would look on canvas.
Suddenly the girl sees his ardent gaze
and her eyes droop to the ground, while
a color like the first blush of sunrise
mantles her cheek. The artist is yet
more charmed, although he diverts his
gase, still following the couple from
street to street. --'
Finally the organ is closed up, and
the two performers prepare to go home.
Geoffrey Vail approaches the Italian as
he is about to go home and touches
Mm on the shoulder.
"Is it your daughter?" he asks point
ing to the gut
The man nods his head.
"lam an artist and would like to
paint her picture," said Geoffrey.
Toe man shook his head in disapproval
at him with wonder again. It was in
conceivable to tier that she should ieel
timid in his presence.
The grave gentle fare of the artist
had wou her confidence complee'y.
Accustomed to rough looks and some
times blows, the chill seemed in the
atmosphere of this elegant studio to
breathe the air of paradise. But the
look of sorrow did not leave her face;
it was too deeply imprinted there.
Geoffrey was soon busy with hie pen
cil. An artist, his soul was in his art.
To him the animate beauty was only a
stepping-stone to the inanimate, every
thing lovely created that it might be
copied on the canvas and immortalized.
Consuelo's sitting was not a long one,
He thought it best not to tire her too
much the first day,. and at the end of
the third hour rose from his easel and
thanking her, dismissed her till the
morrow.
hers ?
child
'come
"if rou will allow her to come to my
Studio everyday for a month I will pay
you liberally.'
How much Y" asked the man, gruffly.
, "One hundred dollars," answered the
artist, after a moment's hesitation.
"She wilt earn more than that with
tie organ."
"Then we will say two hundred."
The man's greed was satisfied, and
he consented to the terms.
"When shall we commence ?"
"To-morrow, if it suits you," said
the artist.
"Very well," answered the man, and
Geoffrey handed him his card.
Geoffrey turned homeward, pleased
with his discovery. For a long time he
bad meditated painting a series of
pictures representing the emotions.
"Here is my 'Angel of Sorrow iaeal
Ixed already," he said to himself, as he
pursued his way through the still
crowded thorough-fare home.
The pretty Italian found Geoffrey
Tail in his studio awaiting her visit on
the following day.
The strong light in the studio, where
the curtains were purposely drawn
back, revealed to the artist that he had
net been deceived with regard to her
appearance. The face was delicate, re
ined and Indescribably sad.
She had evidently put on her best
clothes-a dress of some soft black
stuff sad a shawl of the same sable hue
wrapped round her head and shoulders.
"You have posed as a model before Y'
asked Geoffrey, noteing the artistic ef
fect of this simple costume.
"Ko," said the girl, "never before."
- 'What Is your name?" asked the
"You will come again, won't you?"
said Geoffrey.
The girl's look answered him.
For the first that she could remember
Conseuelo went to her miserable home
happy. A new vista had been opened
to ber. She had caught the glimpse of
another world, with which she seemed
to feel a strange kinship.
How gladly those days glided by
while the "Angel of Sorrw," half read
and half the creation of the .artist's
superb fancy, grew upon the canvas.
The last sitting came. Artist and
model were to part.
Geoffrey, who had grown familiar
with the child, took her hand in his
own w hen he bade ber adieu. Sudden
ly Consuelo burst into tears.
The artist himself felt unexpectedly
and strangely moved. Even to him
the parting seemed painful. Why?
Alind egotism! unknown to himself he
had learned to love. Only at this
crisis did the truth dimly dawn upon
him. But why these tears of
strange infatuatoni Then the
must love him also.
She then turned away to weep.
"Consuelo," he said gravely, '
Conseulo came at his bidding
"Look me straight in the face."
"I cannot," she sobbed.
"Conseulo, why do you weep ?"
The face could be doubted no longer
except by the blind.
'Consuelo, would you like to stay
here alwaws to be m wife?" he said
rathr nervously, half frightened himself.
The girl looked at him and seemed
to make some sudden resolve.
Withdrawing her ban from his, she
wiped her eyes, and then without an
other word or look fled from the studio.
"She is frightened, but 1 must follow
her," said the artist. How soon she
had become infinately precious to hi ml
He hastened to the door, but no trace
of Conseulo could be seen. He paused
to reflect. He did not know even her
address. 'The Italian had already
called for his money. How should he
find her? What strange impulse had
caused her to turn and fly so suddenly ?
It was inexplicable, but he must find a
key to the mystry. How? Would she
not return to her old avocation, accom
panying the organ ? If he searched
the streets for a few days he
soon find her again.
..n. oration " lenliel the
Jl it' uiujiir 1 -
artist. ' It is reserved at a price bih
even the most extravagaut e.u'al
never care to go."
-Which means that you d r.t cue
to sell it," replied the visitor.
The artist bowed in acquisence.
"And did you ever see a fare iV.eh
suggested such beauty ?" askid ths is
itor, adding: "Paraon u rut I nave .
pu-po" in inquinn.'
'1 h tve one," rr plied th9 artit
''with which this creation of miue
could but feebly compare."
As he said this Lis eye caught ta
face of the lady, wRi lud removed her
veiL
"Consuelo! cried the artist, forget
ting his visitors for a moment.
But they were smiling at him pleas
antly. "Pardon me," said he. "Some fan
cied resemblance compelled me to ut
ter that name."
The lady approached nearer to him.
"Do you remember me, then," she
said softly.
The artist looked puzzled and per
plexed. "Surely it is Consuelo; but
pardon me, you have changed your
name," And he glanced siguificantly
at her companion. "Ah! and you are
no more the 'Angel of Sorrow' you
might now pose for the 'Angel of Joy.
Consuelo seemed to enjoy his perplex
ity. "And have you not found laugh
ingly. The artist shook his head sadly.
"Pa, this is Mr. Vail," said Consuelo,
turning to her companion, who offered
his hand to Geoffrey with a pleasant
smile,
"You are wonaering what it all
means," said Consuelo, also smiling,
"but it is a long story: papa will tell
you while I look at some pictures
around the studio and if you wish to
repeat the question which you asked
me so long ago, which I never an
swered, repeat it to him "
The story was briefly told.
Consuelo had been kidnapped from
her home in Italy and shipped to New
York. After many years she had been
traced and returned to her parents,
fe had fled from Geoffrey presence be
cau e ashamed of her humble origin
and parentage, believing the padrone
to be her father, and had been rescued
immediately after.
Such a story could have but one se
quela happy marriage. It was as
suredly a happy one, and soon after
Geoffrey commenced the twin picture,
having found in his beloved wife a
suitable subject for his celebrated artis
tic creatlun. "The Angel of Joy."
A Battle Between Doctors.
Although the matter has been to
great extent kept secret, a battle be
tween homeopathy and allopathy has
raged over the sick bed of Princess
Henrietta of Flanders precisely similar
to that which occurred tt the com
mencement of Lord Reaconfield's fatal
illness. Her mother, who is an ardent
homeopath ist, called in Dr. Martiiiy,
the head of that school of medicine
and all the eminent orthodox physi
cians declined to meet him in consulta.
tion. The attitude they assumed ne-
would c'tated the summoning of a provin
j cial practitioner by telegraph, and has
and month. ta1ii ' given wonderful opportunity to a
by, and no trace of Conseulo or the
"ftssneto."
"Coeaoelo," repeated the artlit, "and
you look Inconsolable."
The girl did not understand his re-
MriLbut Mr large dark eyes were
tamed upon him wmderiy.
Wstt, Consuelo, ws must make the
keat of omr time," said theartlst. "Come
1 w3 arrange you as I wish you to sit,"
c bifJassdaehalr for bar, arrang
trjwta sees ears her attitude aad
ijm4 askJsal timid, do your
Italian rewarded his anxious search.
So his passion died away into a
vague and hopeless regret. Nothing
remained of Conseulo but the blending
of he-. Deputy with his own dreams in
the picture. So he devoted himself
with renewed ardor to his favorite
pursuits. The "Angel of Sorrow" was
completed; extravagant offers were
made for it, but the picture was not
for sale. Money could not buy it.
It hung in the artist's own studio
his greatest achievement and many
wondered as they gazed upon the sor
rowful face whence came the inspira
tion for it '
Geoffrey Vail received many visitors
at his studio. Wealthy patrons and
personal friends brought others often
to see the great artist's work's aften
sadly interrupting him when he wished
to be alone, but courteously received.
Five years had gone by since his
brief love dream had its sudden birth
and tragic finale. His gentle face had
grown gentler, and perhaps a tinge of
sadness crept in between the hand
some lines; but he had little to com
plain of so far as success was con
cerned.
He is busy in his studio when some
callers are announced. They are for
eigners, evidently, from their names.
Geoffrey glanced carelessly at the card,
and, and not recognizing the names, is
about to excuse himself, but suddenly
changes his mind.
His visitors are shown into the
studio.
A gentleman refined and distin
guished m appearance, and alady some
years his junior. A vest partly secludes
the ladr's face.
Goeffrey bows politely, and advances
to Brest them as they are announced.
The gentleman, speaking in French,
apologizes for their intrusion, and asks
permission to look at some of the art
ist's work, and the lady, who had ob
served the artist's favorite picture,
leads ber companion towards It After
viewing it for soma minotes, and
exchanging remarks of admiration In
their own tongas ths gentleman, turn
ing to Geoffrey, asks him if the piot
mra can bejorchssea.
young and ab'e military doctor, who
considers obedience the first duty of
his calling. London World.
Did Not Want Freckles.
A handsome young woman, who is
well known for her philanthropy and
who devotes a great deal of her home
to making light the burden of poverty
which other folks bear, recently found
a family worthy of her assistance. It
consisted of a mother and several chil
dren, the eldest a girl or 20 years,
wretchedly dressed. The young woman
cast about and finally secured a po
sition in a wholesale candy store for
the girl
The salary was fair, the hours were
not long, and all the girl had to do was
to pack candy. She accepted the situ
ation gladly, and the young woman
left the family feeling that she had
placed the girl in a position to earn
enough money to support them.
About two weeks later she called at
the tenement where the family lived
and was surprised to find the girl at
home.
"Why, what's the matter?" she askou.
"Are you not working today ?"
"So, ma'am, was the reply. ' I'm
not working at alL"
"When did you leave your place?"
"Last week."
"What was the matter? Didn't they
pay you enough money 7"
"Oh, yes, ma'am, the wages was all
right It wasn't that"
"Was the work too heavy for your
"No, ma'am, the work was light
enough."
The young woman began to feel very
uneasy. She dreaded what might fol
low. But she faeed the situation
bravely and asked:
"Were you not treated right, then?'.
; "Oh, yes, ma'am, they'jflit me to work
in an alcove near a sunny window, and
ths sun came in nearly all day, and I
was afraid I'd get freckled, so 1 toft"
J Venerable Vanity.
The vamty that survives the decay
of eery personal charm is, t-faU fa
bles, the most ridiculous. ne csu
hardly b'ame a beautiful womn for re-
: ii,. (miration to hiftl her
juicing i" uic i
mirror teUsfctr she has a right or f.jr, almost com
....: M.th -.t advantage the i is a regulat
. . .....w -v,ih heaven th.lt 13 to Mf. a
nhvRiral neriecuoiw -"
has endowed tier;
The Funny JiMh. ' " m or-es.
However thf.se who have seen ui'icuj j ,te meaire was crowded. Tl ,
,f t!,e n.ide h!e of comic journals and . tu i:i Just risen. Jew .
als with comic departments gay p'uniesoo wonaroui ),
Kiit- th withered i cours". S
. i . .i
nr. a Hebe is not ; tranweuu an i u
, . r e..nin I la .jvn n..t ma.:!
j- j ia win. af
..tl... ;r.nrn
w,Ml j " " . :. . 1 I.. a
know that ihiikmd 1 w-jrt, juerrtuy nuurrru m iiw rta afcr,
much every otLerkiu-L mar b in. j waved loIy to and fnt aud tfc
im in-h;aii:caL flier lonaUJn awaitw furred iu
ion ray to mse a jokv ui mc iiagm
re-rila'ioi Joke. Ot . tied into Hie lnmli of noeMLtm
nuii.e hurn'-rani ra.ve wit j 'fwa me opening ot the p!TjJ
eicasriuf o.iv.v. . , .. .r...,i f .tinw
.hkWk luster dyes and hair that i men who
has depreciated from gold to pen ter ; composition
and is lacquered over to conceal the
jhanee.
. i. !-.-.. t. ln
Lookm? classM ten me iruiu w "" .. -
threescore as to sixti-en. They retSect periodically, to Prt vent mem um .
f,ithf,.l ros- and when iim into ruts, and to give eacu "ej.-.,
ih-i,aiiulliagreljet,rju,e "perienced stage nunat J V f
f ir all that, I wared considerately for all .
coiners to be seated befi.rc th hl3
hadn't a (Train of wit in their ' f r the curtain to r se. Y jj ctl
Vnr niitance. tt IS
kiiAwn that the irnjiri(
I gTeat Xew You daily newspaper
ojahabitff mixing his editors
we I
t'r of certain
has
1 up
. 1
the saffron is overlaid with manufact-; ment the wneni oi i"u ..- -ured
bloom they tell the enameled elder j fresh ignorance) f:om tune to time he
to her fare that it is unnatural. And ; changes his men all lout, transferring
what the mirror ws silently society the starting editor to tie financial de
repeats with a sneer. It is impossible partnient, st-ttin? the live st.ck re
to mistake rouge for the tint of nature, porter to writing editorials, and on.
ti, ir.,n(r i annnrent to everv Vnw it chanced that in one of the
New York Herald: Ethel Clara went
to Europe to get married, did she? I'd
nke to see the nun I'd go to Europe to
Barry. '
Maad Without douirt; ec Ximhuo-
toseUassvItaocy. . fV. ' s"'
The imposture is as apparen
Observer as it "Jleware of paint
writfeu on
saucered lad
Pale Town
lnw old ones are much sriven to color
ing their cheeks in tliis age of personal
nrtiflee. Hundreds of girls between
the ages of 16 and 20 paint their face3
at least as often as they clean their
teeth.
Xever'were there more counterfeits
of nature in circulation than in this
our day. It seems to be the fashion to
be spurious. Xew York Ledger.
His Wil'C; iH SlIHptciOII.
He nas standing in a dxirway on
Jefferson avenue and presently he
halted a pedestrian with a wave of his
hand, and beckoned him to approach
and said:
"How do I look?"
"Why, you present a pretty nhahby
appearance, if you want an hones, an
swer," replied the surprised citizen.
"That's pood. Shabby refers to my
dress. How's my facial appearance?"
"Pinched and hungry."
"That's excellent. Do I look like a
man who had money ?''
"No."
"Would you class me as hard up and
friendless ?''
"I certainly would."
"Thank you. To sum up, you would
set me down m a victim of unfortu
nate circumstances who couldn't get
out of this town too fast?"
"That's about it"
"Thanks. Here is a letter I have
written to my wife, asking for money
to get home. She's a suspicious wom
an and she won't take my word for it.
Please write at the bottom:
Aiiess: nsadurned sight worse
than he says it Is. And sign your
name.
The citizen complied and the letter
was at once taken to the postofflce
rree Press.
Ife Got a Holiday
When I was about 11 years old I one
day rebelled against 0inir to schooL
preferred the hook and line and the
babbpng brook, and I said to father
farmer at the dinner table. "Can't
stay out of school this afternoon ?'
"Oh, yen," he answered promptly, to
my no small surprise.
I ate my dinner with keen anticina
tion of a jolly afternoon; but as we
'oso from ths table fa her said, "Come
with me. Z need a little help in pick
ing up the fallow ground."
Uri At.- a . .
n ueii me vrees or tue rorest were
felled they were out into loirs, rolled in.
gether and burning, after which it was
necessary to picK up the charred sticks
ana make smaller heaps for another
tire. When father said "Come with
me i knew what he meant, and
went.
At night I was black as a neg.o and
sour as a lemon, and the next mornini
imiu, r aicer, i ininn l would rather
go to school today."
"All right," he answered; "go ahead,'
and after that 1 was careful not ..t
for a holiday without some very good
reason. cnicngo Herald
iit"J?eware of paint "were ; mixups the funny column le.i w me
the forehead of the p.nk ! lot of a reporter who did not know a
,dy. joke from a logarithm-who had no
rig women as well as sal- more setise of humor than a hayttack.
He was accustomed to ot-y, however,
and he went to work making jokes.
His first attempts were something
wonderful to read. People with pale
faces ("topped one another on the street,
In a conspicuous hjcun abtnClWtju
way between f. e ;i.etra m4 au je C
front seats of the rnuqu -t cirr initial J
three ladies who had coiiio in uiualt SO f
ed about five minutes befors. H,"
were noticeable for the wide,
V , . - .,
uiui'i Kruu3 lUiu uiej wore, Dina.?
behind them sat a nervous '"ikiiiVi"'
spairing man, who was msknj
hut fruitless efforts ti see tu mjS, V't
The wide hate with thuir slsjejta
tropical bird foliage hid erntUm sww
wanted to see from his view. Iiea
It sW st
he wriggled and squirmed -nflu .
his neck from side to side. The kul!y f
wrre too large, too close togettwiBOC
too richly upholstered. 1 8.
Apparently unconscious that fcti
attracting the attention of eTvre
in his neighborhood and brinsjingftj
ladies in front of him into unibT4
prominence, I. e persevered tul ostJ i
Am u and LUblllH(, .
Creditor-"lTow long will it take you
to prepare a statement?"
Mr. De Bust (head of bankrupt firm)
-"Our labilities are so scattered that
it will take us about three months to
collec them."
Creditor-"Three months? That's a
long time to wait: and Uih..
must then have additional time to pre-
i'"'" iw!uient or i tie assets."
Mr. De Bust-"Oh. 1 ran !t ... .u-.
, , ' awn U 17 UlajL
mnveminutes.''-yew York Weekly
Tmm Form, of OoTrnmBt.
IT., l! -1. rr
"hum. xraveier "lln vn,.
your form of government superior to
American StatfiRnnr.i.rn.,..,
Vn,,!,....- v.,. "iimiieiy
" , T'P 8UPPrt the whole
laiuujr, uon I you ?"
indirectly, yes; but "
'Well. I don't ho
toward the support of ZntZZt W
and, besides that ? Tlj
of my own famll. , m
bisDBln SJl!.m"7Jl,i? "ice, soft
U'l..i rwuuus. eW VrtPlr
t. .ui " Til.
lnl leDini
commercial traveler, he.a ;
head out of his berth. "
res, sab."
'Well wake n-
whether ,t w-R" Z rd
ton Post "-washtof.
thei iokr-s And
read as they were answered that they
did, they drew deep breaths of relief
and passed on. Friends of the proj
prietor of the paper begged him to
make a change, and declared to him
that there were some things the paper
could not stind. Hut he adhered to
his programme and kept the man at
work, and in course of time the new
funny mans jokes that were copied in
other papers for jokos, and became an
admired member of the National Para
irranlier's Association.
I?uslnrns and Sentiment.
A tired looking man. with a deep
band of crape on his hat carr.e into a
newpaper office.
'WeH," asked the editor.
"My cousin Jim is dead," said- the
tired man, with a deep rooted sigh;
"my only cousin, whom I loved as a
brother or more."
"That's too bad."
"Ian't It, though? And I I have
written a few verses of poetry on him,
or rather about him; and I didn't know
but what you might lie inclined to
print them."
The editor found upon inspection
that the poetry was not so had as it
might be in fact, for obituary poetry
it was rather a superior article So he
said: "I think we can find room for
this."
"Ah, if you only will! My poor, poor
cousin! If this tribute to his memory-"
Here he either got stuck in his sen
tence or broke down emotion and gave
way to tears. Then he put on his hat,
stood on one foot and then on the other
and finally said:
"Oli, er do 1 get my check now, or
wait till publication?"
What check?"
"The check for my poetry, of course.
Do you expect a man to sit up till 3
o'clock in the morning writing poetry
for the fun of the thing?''
The tribute to Cousin jnn has not
appeared yet.
fingers j of ill suppresse.1 laughter fin
noinlod out with trembling
asked if they really on all sides or mm. inen U tea
Everybody Llkee Her.
There is a type of girl that everybody
likes. .Nobody caa tell exactly why.
but after you have met her yon turn
away to some other woman and you
say, Jon t you like Miss GrosvenorT
Now, the reason you likelier is a subtle
one; without knowing all about her
you feel just the sort of girl she is.
She is the girl who is not "too bright
and good" to be able to find Joy and
pleasure all over the world.
Hie is the girl who annreciat it..
fact that she cannot always hare the
nrst choice of everything in the world.
sue Is the girl who is not
and does not find joy in inciting ag-
giewive people.
She is the girl who has Uct, enoni,
not to say the very thing that will
cause the skeleton in her friend's closet I
to rattle his bones.
She Ii tlin oirl .. .
nilPLAAr It ia
warm or cold, clear or storm.
fault wit the weather.
She is the irirL who when t..r..
. , r ' vu ""iie
her to any place, oomnli men. .. i .
Nteis the girt who u
. , ' " IIU
--"iy io wok at and listen to. and
who doesn't strike you as a poor imita-tionofademi-mondaine.
Ml9 is the Sirl Who nlru n
- pitaouill. place DRCliiau .1.. :. ...
ant herself. wpieaa
And, by the bv.
"i isn i sue t ha ir! -k .
himself back in his chair with r4r" '
sigh, but the cxt moment took sdrjt f
ta'e of a lull in the perforinaaci if
the stage to lean forward and eUnl
one of the ladies the one who srt it.
the middle. d
M ulam " he said in a loud mi m.t
' I beg pardon, but it is utterly impost
hie for me to see through your rut, al
the Lord made me too small to tent
it If you will kindly jemove It ji
will make a wretched man happy ,
whole evening " f
The forty or fifty persons whs sA'", .
looking on saw the lady reinuvt a-
hat at once, turn around, and smilisf' ;
beg bis pardon. They saw the snr - V
two ladie take off their hats U, ---tne
example became Instantly canUsjjjj
ous. Ten or a dozen other nor any , i.
hats came off In tho nest half 'nisniMMcL"
much to the relief of the suff.-rwi (t tt t
rectly behind them. Then the ite ntrrTtt
the evening stepped on the stajt ajjfccj"
the attention of the audience wm iJf
tiacted to the performance again Jtt
The det?:is of this pleasing litis ef JtEt
cident are givn in full for the pgrwt7""" '
of explaining to those who witossir
it that the whole affair was a palih,'
job. aL
The lady whom that man ad JrC '.""
was trs wife and the other tirs mhrt
his sinters. Chicago THS'me.. tt
It Mul Have io.i Chilly.
You think you have it cold hen !-'
I!ostou;you should live In .MirsmJ"
one winter. Tliere they have n sm"
sudden changes as we do hers buti i'f '
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a IXUUIITOUI UIL14I CUIU Hi BIOIIj(. l
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not damp, hut dry and clear.
such snow as falls is dry as meal PI
pie there wear moccasins, but n p.
their feet wet, except in case of s rl
longed thaw. Hut-cold? Why, at!
I could talk to you abont it froa w
till midnight. You wo it be.lien t
but the liremen dip their mill!
hands into a pail of water whes OS
leave tlie engine houso to run to
8j that their mittens will freeze. 1"
see, the coating of ice keeps th
air from their hands. Without it (lis
hands would be frost bitten il tf
minutes. You won't beliave ILW
froze my nose once while crossing M
street ItgamatUirof courtesy
If you see a man whose nose ij f
ing to tell him so.
i came out of the house and as '
frieud at the corner, talked with bs"
minute and then walked acorn
street- A girl whom 1 knew stir
was passing as I stepped upoo that
walk. Her riirht ear w. .hiii
sheet. Says I, -,iwj excuse m
your ear is frornn Ti,.i,t
says she, "what's the matter with s
own no e?'' i thourht she was l
ing me, you see, and I walked ski
A rod further and I Det a chnii
mine, aim says he, "Heavens a
Ivouie, rub some snow on your f
it 8 like ail iceherir." Td.n i imiua
and 1 rubbed OH tflft atiriur anil fsf
into the drug store and got some f
o su)oa on tue bank of the Kt w
reuce and seen tlm rir tr-m orsr
fore my eys. You could see the "
ice creep out from the shore on
met tha ice from the further side
a wonderful sight (Id?
man, etc, etc. Boston Letter.
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1.
faaniua of 'wi' '
lie Dude-"Aw. mah .
you make trousah. ..571
now?" um"ow
Fashionahle
Mike: WhviintK.. .
madnf.i. ' IL. y he
Sure ot Out Thing
C. W. Couldock, the ve:eran se
laiKingoneday to a couple of ttm
of some experience on the road, "
Mlifl atArw k .... V. H..r W9
staudiijg in the bar room of i
when a tvnicel froutier cowbor.
shirt and sombrero, with dsppef b
entered and insolently demsn"
vlua nt L-- Tu i I.. anast
inoffensive looking fellow, nlle
guus ana set it before him.
Takin it i aritk wussrst
howl he dashed It la the bsriestwl
face a id remarked:
"I want yon to understand that l
blanket v-blank aon-of sfiui
Teias."
- r,k kaJu -1.1.. A ... tAMllSW
while he was slowlr wiping k "
answereo:
maae or glsss sow? iu. ui. enswereaj '
bow mJSL? "I wbM yon ware, IJ
thlck hesd. ""7 know where jo ware fro-.'-
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