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Meadow Brook
MARY J.
CELA-PTBR XX.-HCentiioeeU
At the close of one of these ecorchiug,
sultry dart. Mrs. Lansing and Ada sat
apoa the piaaea, panting for a breath of
Bore, cool air. At the aide l eacn atooa
a negro girl, industriously fanning their
nUtraaaea, who scolded them aa if they
were to blame, becaoae the air thus Bet
fa motion waa hot and burning as the
irlnda which blow over the great desert
f Sahara. Aa they aat there thus, an
aid man came up from the negro quar
ter, saying "hia woman done got iick
wid de cramps," and he wished "his
B latin jest come down see her."
But Mrs. Lansing felt herself too lan
guid for exertion of any kind, and telling
Uncle Abel that she herself waa fully as
sick as his wife, who waa undoubtedly
feigning, she sent him back with a sink
ing heart to the rude cabin, where his
old wife lay. groaning aloud whenever
the cramp, aa she termed them, seized
her. Scarcely, however, had he euter.d
the low doorway when a fairy form came
flitting down the narrow pathway, her
white dress gleaming through the dusky
twilight, and her golden hair streaming
out behind. It was little Jessie, who,
from her crib, had heard her mother's
refusal to accompany Uncle Abel, and,
stealing away unobserved, she had ome
herself to see Aunt Chloe, with whom
he was quite a favorite.
Unaccustomed as Jessie waa to sick
ness, ahe saw at a glance that thia was
so ordinary catf"', and, kneeling down
beside the negresa, who lay npon the
Boost she took her head upon her lap and
gently pushing back, beneath the gay tur
ban, the matted, grizxly hair, ahe asked
where the pain was.
"Breaa de sweet chile," answered
Chloe, "yoa can't tache me with the pint
of a cambric needle whar Hain't, and
seems ef ebery jint in me waa onaoderin'
when de cramp is on."
As if to verify the truth of this re
mark, she suddenly bent up nearly dou
ble, and rolling upon her face, groaned
aloud. At this moment a negro, who had
gained some notoriety among his- com
panions aa a physician, came in, and af
ter Looking a moment at the prostrate
form of Chloe, he whispered a word
which cleared the cabin in a moment, for
the) mention of "cholera" had a power to
curdle the blood of the terrified blacks,
who fled to their own dwelling.
Utterly fearless, Jeaaie stayed on. pod
when John, or as he was more familiarly
known, "Doctor," proposed going for her
mother, ahe answered, "No, no; Uncle
Abel has been for her once, but the
won't come; and if ahe knowa it is chol
era, she'll take me sway."
Thia convinced the doctor, who pro
ceeded to pat in practice the medical
kill which he had picked up at inter
vals, and which was considerable for one
ef his capacity. By this time, a few of
the women more daring than the rest and
curio aa to know the fate of their comp.m
lea, ventured nesr the door, where they
eiuwi guing wonaenagiy upon tpe poor
Id creature who waa fast floating out
npon the broad river of death. It waa a 1
Boat violent attack, and iu malignity
was increased by a quantity of nnripe
fnut which ahe bad eaten that morning. I
"Will somebody make a pra'r?" she
saw, reeoiy, as sue left ber life fast ;
ebbingaway. "Abel, you pray for poor
uu urr giassy eyes turnea De-,
seechingly toward her huaband, who was
noted at camp meetings for praying the
wuum uu luuseu ui any one.
But his strength had left him now, und I
kissing the shriveled face of hia dying i
wife, he said, " 'Scuae me, Chloe; de
perrit is willin', but de flesh part is
mighty week an' shaky like. Miss Jes
sie, you pray?" he continued, as the child
came to his side.
"Yes, honey, pray," gasped Chloe; and,
kneeling down, the little girl begun the
I-ord's Prayer, occasionally Interspersing
It with a petition that "God would take
the departing soul to heaven."
"Yes, dat's it," whispered Chloe; "dat's
better dan all dem fine words 'bout king
dom come an' daily bread; dey'll do for
white folka, but God brese old Chloe, de
thing for me to die on. Sing, honey,
sing," she said, st last; and, mingled
with the lamentations of the blacks, there
anise on the evening air the soft notes
of the "Happy Land," which Jessie sung,
bending low toward Chloe, who, when the
song was ended, clasped her in her arum,
and calling her "a ahinin' angel," went,
we trust, to the better land,
Loud and shrill rose the wail of I he
negroes, increasing in viuWiice when it
was known that into another cabin the
pestilence had entered, prostrating a boy.
Who, In his agony, called for Jessie and
Msrs'r Richard, thinking they could save
him. Late aa it was, Mr. Lansing, Ada
and Lin a were still upon the piaza,
which was far more comfortable :han
their sleeping roots, where they supposed
both Halbert sad Jessie were safely in
bed. They were Jut thinking of retiring
when suddenly the midnight stillness was
Woken by a cry so shrill that Mrs. Lan
es started to ber feet, asking what it
' From ber couch by Lbs open door Aunt
Dtaab arose, and going out a few rods,
tatsasd to the sound, Wsieh seemed to
smh from the negro aaartera, whither
t few saiatrees' etnud, ate beat her
rtaraed with the esjsstbag news that
tm eBnurri mmm mmwz wt him mrm
i-a, and another bag got tt aad Mies
'.I J was hold in' his head."
WhaBy ovareaaae wh frsjht. Mrs.
:3ag fainted, and was seme te her
tvhsarf, far gjaa, as ramaiaMd
-jJHaa. feaaviftl at Jeaaie, who
i at tbe ayafar kmg aiW mid-
WV f whi, UCm swatvJML there
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HOLMES
1
ting, in the intensity of his suffering.
tile errand! on which be had heec i eur
and a those who attended hi
, nothing of Mm. Laneing'a being at The
r ines, u waa not until the aecond day
. after the appearance of the cholera that
ahe learned the fate of her servant In
! a atate bordering almost upon distraction,
! ahe waited for her brother, shuddering
j with fear whenever a new caae waa re
ported to her, and refusing to visit the
sufferers, although among them were
some who had played with her in child
hood; and one, an old gray-haired man,
who had saved her from a watery grave
when on the Savannah river she had
fallen overboard. But there was no
place for gratitude in her selfish heart,
and the miserable creatures were left
to die alone, uneheored by the presence
of a pale face, save little Jessie, who won
her mother's reluctant consent to be with
them, and who, all the day long, went
irom cabin to cabin, soothing the rick
and dying by her presence, and embold
ening others by ber own intrepidity.
Toward sunset, Mrs. Lansing herself
was seized with the malady, and with a
wild ahriek she called on Ada to help
her; but that youug lady was herself too
much intimidated to heed the call, and in
an adjoining room ahe sat with camphor
at ber nose and brandy at her aide until
a fierce, darting pain warned her that
she, too, waa a victim. No longer afraid
of Mrs. Lansing, she made no reeiatauce
when borne to the same apartment,
where for houre they lay, bemoaning the
fate which had brought them there, and
trembling aa they thought of the proba
ble result.
On Mrs. Lansing's mind there was a
heavy load, and once, when the cold
perspiration stood thickly upon her face,
she ordered Jessie and Dinah from the
room, while she confessed to Ada the sin
of which she had been guilty in deceiving
both her brother and Rosa.
"It waa a wicked falsehood," said ahe,
"and if you earvive me, yoa must tell
them so will you?"
Ada nodded in token that she would;
and then, thinking how her own con
science might be made easier by a simi
lar confession, she told how she had
thought to injure Kosa in Mr. Delafli-ld's
estimation. Thia done, the two ladies
felt greatly relieved; and as the cholera
iu their case had been induced mostly by
fear, it began ere long to yield to the
efficient treatment of Dinah, who to her
housekeeping qualitiee added that of be
ing a skillful nurse. Toward morning
tney were pronounced decidedly better.
oed as Jessie waa asleep and Dinah nod
ding In her chair, Mrs. Lansina lifted
her head from her pillow, saying to Ada,
II you please, you needn't tell what I
told you last night, when I thought I
was going to die!
Ada promised to be silent, and after
winning a similar promise from Mrs.
Lousing, they both fell asleep, nor woke
again until the aun waa hih tin In th.
nesvens. Bo much for s sick-bed repent
a nee!
That day was hotter and mor. ...it-.
than any which had preceded it; and
about the middle of the afternoon little
Jessie came to Dinah's aide, and laying
her head upon her lap, complained of
being both cold and tired. Blanketa
were wrapped round her. but they
Drought her no warmth, for her blood
was chilled bv anoroarhinir rte.rti ,,M
when at dusk the negroes asked why she
came not among them, they were told
that she was dying! With streaming eyee
they fell upon their knees, and from
those h umble cahlna thpre vcant tin m,nr
a fervent prayer for God to spare the
child. But it could not be; she v. as
wanted in heaven; and when old Uncle
Abel, who had also been ifi. crept on his
hands and knees to her bedside, calling
upon her name, she did not know him,
for unconsciousness was npon her, end
in Infinite mercy she was spared the pain
usually attendant upon the disease.
Almost bereft of reason and powerless
to act, Mrs. Lansing sat by her child,
whose life was fart ebbing away. In a
short time all the negroea, who were
able, had come to the house, their dark
faces stained with tears and expressive
of the utmost concern, as they looked
npon the little girl who lay so white
and still, with ber fair hair floating over
the pillow and her waxen hands folded
upon her bosom.
"Sing to me, Uncle Dick," ahe said, at
last, "sing of the happy land not far
away;' but Lncle Dick waa not there,
and they who watched ber were too much
overcome with grief to heed h.-r request.
Slowly the hours wore on, and the
spirit was almost home, when again she
murmured: "Sing of the happy land:"
and aa if in answer to her prayer, the
breeze, which all the day long bad been
hushed and still, now sighed mournfully
through the trees, while a mocking birj
in the distance struck up hia evening Isy,
and amid the gushing melody of that
wondrous bird of song and the aoft
breathing notea of the whispering pines,
little Jessie passed to the "happy land"
which to those who watched the going
out of her short life seemed Indeed "not
far away." With a bitter cry the be
reaved mother fell upon her face and
wept aloud, saying, in her heart, "Why j
have 1 thus been dealt with 7'
In the distance was heard1 the sound
of horses' feet, and ere long her brother
was with her, weeping aa only str-wg
man weep over the lifeless form which
returned bim no snswering caress. She
bed been bis idol.
"Jeaaie la gone, .Rosa la going, and I
shall be left alone." be thought. "What
bare I done to deserve a chsstlsemjot
like this?"
Hena, however, he grew calmer, and
saying. "It is well," be tenderly kiaaed
the Mps and brow of the beautiful child,
who aasaiid to smile on bias even in
destb; thea going out among hia people,
he o ferted them aa beat be eanld, drop
alM mora than aat tear to the aaaacrv
at these wfea ware dead, and wke
atght la aB. At a short distance
tmm the baaaa waa a un craraat where
Jasnta baa aftna ported, and where saw
a Jlav baaa. baft br bar hands baf
law day bafoa. There, by tfea Ugbt af
a efrrerr awea, they Bade bar grata.
vbaa tba sun was ap, its rata Ml
i fia p9a af earth whMrU Cm
view tne gunny race and aoft blue eyes
of Jeaaie, "the Angel of The Pines."
C1IAPTER XXI.
r or nearly a weeA after Jessie s d.-aib,
Mr. Delaheld remained at The Pines,
doing whatever he could for the comfort
of his servants, and as at the end of
that time the disease had wholly disap
peared, he returned to Cedar irove, ac
companied by his sister and Ada, who
had learned by sad experience that the
dangers from which we flee are often
times less than those to which we go.
They found Ross better, but still quite
low, and as the fever bed not entirely
left her, nlthet Uta Lansing nor Ada
ventured near her room, but shut them
selves in their own apartment.
Over Dr. Ctayton a change had coma.
The hopeful, happy expression of his face
wss gone, and in iu place was a look
of utter hopelessnsss which at first rous
ed Richard's fears lest Rosa should be
worse, and in much alarm ha aaked if It
were so.
"No, no," answered the doctor, while
a ahadow of pain paaaed over his hand
some features; "she will live."
Then hurrying to the window, he look
ed out to hide hia tears from him whom
he knew to be his rival, and who, now
that he waa unobserved, bent over the
sleeping Rosa, kissing her wasted cheek
and mourning for her as he thought how
she would weep when she learned the
fate of her favorite. Oh, could he have
known the whole, how passionately would
he have clasped her to his bosom an
held her there as his own, his darlln
Rosa! But it was not yet to be, an
he must bide his time.
She had seemed greatly relieved at his
absence, and on the aecond day after h
departure, she called Dr. Clayton to her
side, fancying him to be her brother
Charlie. Taking hia hand in hers, sh
told him the whole story of her trials
how she had tried to bring bock the old
affection of her childhood, but could not
because of the love she had for Kichard
Delafietd.
"Oh, CharKe," ahe exclaimed, "he
would forgive me, I know, if he knew
how much I suffered during those terri
ble daya, when I thought of giving my
hand without my heart The very Idea
set my brain on fire, and my head has
ached, ch, so hard, since then; but it's
over now, for I conquered at laat, and on
the night before the wedding I resolvid
to tell him I could not and would not
marry him. But a dark cloud, which
seemed like the rushing of mighty wat
ers, came over me, and I don't know
where I am, nor what has happened, ouly
he haa been here, hanging like a ahadow
oer my pillow, where sat another shad
ow tenfold blacker, which he said was
Death; but grim and hideoua as it was,
I preferred it to a life with him, when
my whole soul waa given to another,
When I am dead, Charlie, you must tell
him how It was, and ask him to forgive
and think with pity of poor little Uosa
who would have loved him if she coul l
But not a word of this to Mr. Delafield
Charlie; never let him know how I loved
him. My affection ia not returned, and
he would despise me would never visit
my grave or think with pity of one who
died so far away from home.
Then followed a message for the loved
ones of Sunnv Bank: but thia Dr. Clay-
urn am not near, renectiy paraiyteu
he had liatened to ber story until his
reason seemed in danger of leaving him,
and long ere she had finished he knew
he most give her up, but not to death.
Laying his bead upon the pillow beside
that of Rosa, who, wearied with ber
story, had fallen aaleep, he wept aa he
had never wept before, not even when
he aaw creeping over her the shadow
of death. Turn which way he would
there was naught before him save the
darkness of despair; and as wave after
wave broke over him, hia mind went
backward to tbe time when ahe might
have been his when be could have gath
ered her to his bosom and in piteous kc
e-iiti he cried aioud, "My punishment is
greater than 1 can bear.
But as tbe fiercest storm soonest ex
pends its fury, so he ere long grew calm
and capable of sober, serious thought.
Kosa Lee was very dear to him, and to
have possessed her love he would have
given almost everything; but as that
could not be, ought be to stand in tbe
way of ber happiness? He knew she
was deceived, for he remembered many
things he had seen in Mr. DelaSi-l.l.
which, though he had not thought of it
then, convinced him now that her a(T?c
tion waa reciprocated; and should he not
tell her so, and at tbe same time dis
close to Kichard the true state of af
fairs? Itosa'a quiet, unobtrusive and
rather reserved manned had misled Rich
ard, no doubt; or he would long ere this
have declared bis love.
Yes, God helping me, I will do right,"
he said aloud, clasping bia bands oer
his feverish brow. "I will watch by
her until his return, and then committing
her to his care, I wHI leave her forever. '
Never did a tender brother watch more
carefully over a darling sister than did
he over her during the few days which
elspsed ere Mr. Delafield's return, lie
waa alone with her when he came, r n
with comparative calmnesa he greeted
hia rival, who was surprised at the
change in his looks.
That night, in the solitude of his cham
ber, the doctor penned two letters, one
for Rosa and the other for Richard. In
substance, tbe contents of each were
much tbe same, for he told them all he
had beard from Kosa, and bow, though
it broke bis heart to do so, be had given
her up. "Deal very, very gently with
her," be wrote to Mr. Delafield, "for
never waa there a purer, gentler 'jeing,
or one more worthy, of your love than
abe. Then take her, and when your cup
ia overflowing with happiness, think
sometimes of one who henceforth will be
a lonely, wretched man."
The letters being written, be put them
awsy until such time ss he should meet
them. Once he thought to talk with
Richard face to face; but this he felt ho
could not do; so one morning, about a
week after the return of tbe family to
Cedar Grove, and when Rosa was cut
of danger, be prosed a burning kiss upon
bar forehead, and placing the letters on
tba little dressing bureau where hry
would attract th immediate attention of
Mr. DeteflaM, who, be knew, would soon
be thara, be west la que of Mrs. Lan
sing, whom he bade good-br as compos
edly aa if no la ward Ire warn eoasaaimg
Half aa hour afterward and the
agtae, which now esck day thun
dered lata town, was bearing him away
from a pleas whither be bad eotae for a
brlaa, ens from wkieh be bora only a
washed and aching heart ScareaJy bad
ba left Rasa's cbamhar whoa a solored
w earns eatarai H U "aat it to rights'' as
was bar daily raaraas, Caa waa Mar
s.ghted, .and going up to the dressing
.bureau, carelessly bruahed off the letter
I directed to lticbard. Falling behind the
I bureau, it lay coucealrd from view, while
the negresa proceeded with her duties.
unconscious of the mischief she had done.
In great surprise Richard heard of Dr.
Clayton's sudden departure. "There must
be something wrong." he thought, though
what he did not know. Going up to
Kosa a chamber, he found her still asleep.
The room waa in order, the servant gone.
and on the bureau lay the letter which
soon caught his attention. Glancing at
the superscription, he aaw it was for
Rosa, and thinking to keep it aafely until
she could- understand iu eontenu, be
placed It in hia pocket; then taking a
book, he sat by ber bedside until she
ewBke. She waa apparently better, but
an unnatural brightness of ber eyes told
tbst ber mind was still unsettled. So he
said nothing to her concerning the doc
tor's desertion, but himself ministered to
her wsnts.
In the course of a few daya Mrs. Lan
sing was induced to visit ber. This ahe
did more willingly, for Rosa had lovd
her little Jessie; she would weep bitterly
when she knew she waa dead; and the
proud nature of tbe haughty woman gave
way to the softer feelings, which often
prompts a mother to take a deeper inter
est In whatever was once dear to a lost,
a precious child. So casting aside her
nervous fear, she at last went frequently
to the sick room, her own white, delicate
hands sometimes arranging the tumbled
pillow or holding the cooling draught to
the lips of her formerly despised gov
erness despised, not for anything which
she had done, but because it waa bera
to labor for her daily bread.
(To be continued.
BOUND TO CATCH A FISH.
His Fishing Trips for Nineteen Te ire
Had Been Fruitless.
"Queer, Isn't It?" remarked a Wood-
bridge street commission man as a
friend dropped in on him the other day
and found him overhauling a box of
fish-hooks and lines.
"What Is queer?" waa asked.
"Why, tbls fishing business. I am al
ready preparing for my annual fishing
excursion, which takes place each year
from the 1st to the 15th of July. Iff
my first overhaul of the box, and from
now on it will be a regular weekly oc
currence. In another month I shall
begin to dream about hauling out ten-
pounders."
"Do you make a regular weekly busi
ness of this fishing matter?"
"1 do. Next year will be my nine
teenth annual excursion and I shall
keep it up as long as I bave my full
powers. There's nothing to beat it"
"You must bave great luck to be so
enthusiastic."
"1 have never bad any. If I could
have gone out during these nineteen
years and caught three or four fish I
should have been perfectly satisfied to
quit, but luck was always against me.
I've been down to Lake Erie, but the
flab were always away that day. I've
been up to Lake Huron, but they didn't
like my bait I've been to inland lakes
and sought out a score of rivers, but
then waa always something wrong.
Last year I went down to the seashore
on purpose to flsb. I fished from
wharves and I fished for shark, but I
never even got a nibble."
'Do you mean to say that you nevet
caught a fish In your life?" asked tbe
caller.
"Never a one. I have tried to heaven
knows how hard I have tried, but they
bave not been for me. Nineteen year
and never a fisb never even a bite.
Hundreds of dollars and weeks of time
wasted and only rusted books and
broken lines to show for It."
But you will keep on?"
"I will," be replied, with grim deter
mination, according to the Detroit Free
Press. "There shall be no surrender.
Four or five months hence I shall start
out on my twentieth annual tour. I
shall be provided with tackle and bait
and money and patience and determina
tion, and If there Is a sunfish left alive
between tbe Atlantic and Pacific I will
Reek bim out and lure blm to bis death
and shout victory over bis remains."
Where tbe Hoar Glass la teed.
Among things sot generally known
Is tbe fact that the hour glass is uni
versally used on board the King's ships
when tbe log is heaved at nlgbt
Every hour tbe boatswain or one of
the boatswain's mates blows on bis
whistle a peculiar shrill note called
tbe reel. The person lu tbe watch to
whom this duty Is assigned then heaves
tbe log, a small piece of wood with a
sinker fitted in It, and at that moment
the glass Is turned. Though termed an
hourglass generally, It Is only a four
teen-second glass really.
As tbe last grain runs out the log line
s stopped with a Jerk, which also looa-
ens the lead sinker. The log floats up ;
to the surface of the sea, tbe line la
hauled In, and an entry made In the
book, which, from its containing this
mong other Items of the dally and
nightly events of the voyage. Is called
tbe log book. London Country Life.
The Deal red Effect.
"I fee," said tbe superatltlous man,
that they're providing for 13-lncn
guns on tbe new cruisers."
"Welir
"Well, they ought to know that that's
unlucky."
"They expect them to be unlucky to
anything that gets In front of them."
Philadelphia Press.
A Waste of Labor. ,
Tutor Klcbard, you will plaaaa go I
to tba blackboard and demonstrate tba
proposition that tba aquaro of tba by
potenaae of a tight angled triangle la
qual to tba aaca of tba aqnaraa of tba
other two sidaa.
pollad. foe Waafi tba use? I'm
wUUaf to adailt It. Chicago Tribune.
Dr. Loot aaya iectrWty la tba aa
aarlylaaj caoaa of rltal actios, bat ha
baa aat as yet suia a fair
Uonaflt
1 UTT D PHV 1 VV ITf I1
OUrrUOJj OJllLrj.
HUMOROUS PARAGRAPHS FROM
THE COMIC PAPERS.
Pleasant Incident Occurring the
World Over-Sayings that Are Cheer
ful to Old or Younat i'uany Selec
tions that Everybody Will Unjoy.
The topic had been carefully explain
ed, Dd m an aid to uaderetstiding tto
teacher had given each pupil a card
bearing the picture of a boy fishing.
"Even plaaaure," said she, "requlrea
the exercise of patience. See tbe boy
fisblug? He must alt and wait and
wait. He must bt patient
Having treated the subject very
fully, ahe legan with the slmpkist.
moat practical queatlon:
"And now, can any little boy tell me
what we moat need when we go fish
ing?" The answer was shouted with one
voice:
"Bait!"
Not Mach to tee.
Maybelle Did you notice Clara's
new bathing suit at the beach this
morning?
Sallye You forget, dear, that I am
nearsighted.
None Loose Like It,
Mrs. O'Hagan Come, Terence, truf
an' honor now, bave ye ever son an-
oiher like my baby?
Uncle Teieuce (grumpy) Sure, Mary
Ann, an' I can't remimber, not having
bei'U to a musf-e-um or a side show
this twiuty years.
Considerate Little Aon.
Stern Parent Your mother tells me
you have been naughty again, and
therefore I shall be obliged to punish
you.
Troublesome Son Wb-wby can't ma
punish me herself, pa? I don't s-aee
w-why you should bave to d-do all the
dd Joba.
Jnat Lovely.
Mrs. Crawford She married a car
penter.
Mrs. Crabshaw Isn't that Juat lova
iy: ow she can have shelve put up
whenever she wishes, without having
to ask the landlord over and over
again. Puck.
Why They Don't Bpeak.
Mrs. Cutting Hintz Mr. Tak.-m
Wright, the photographer, said my
1 v ' i - -teas -' . r .r.l f !. !.!. .
Keen.
Mrs. Caller Down That's strange.
lie said the same thing about mine.
Mr Cutting Hlutz Well, I guess
be ww your baby before be aaw mine.
Detroit Free Press.
The Bash to the Country.
Farmer Well, wbafe the
matter
now?
Agriculturist from the City If a like
'bis: Tbe cow refusea to sit on tb
tool.
l.'sed To Trouble.
'What makes you think you are
(juallfied to become a football referee?
Are you brave? Have you ever put
down a riot?
"No; but I have acted as Judga at a
baby suow."
An Acqi a red Habit.
Sirs. Oramercy-'Do you think It waa
in Intentional slight on Che nrt r.t
Mrs. Newrlch?
.Mrs. Park-Why, no, my dear, 8be
!iftn't been a lady long enough to
know bow to ba rude. Puck.
Loalaaj latere.
Mrs. Oldwed And does your bus-
band lova you aa much now as ba did
iv hen you were drat married?
Mrs. Nwwed (a brid of alt Bsoathal
" &
wlr
I don't know. I baran't aakad him
for three dayt.
Comperlaar Neftea,
"So Mr. Hlmlax told yoa hia heart
'H broken when yoa rafuaaH bimf
t.1.1 Maud.
' Ye," answered Mamie.
' T.ie luipudanea of bia t afar ma
bilked good tba ast CT
a Ll. g-iba Star.
, ' ... , ' H . i h ....
Too Precious.
A village clergyman haa thia cholci
bit among his annala. One day be wu
summoni-d In hale by Mrs. Johnston,
who bad been taken suddenly Hi IU
went. In some wonder, because shi
was not of his parish, and was knowa
to tie devoted to her own minister, ths
Rev. Mr. Hopkins.
While he was waiting In the parlor,
before seeing the sick woman, be be
guiled the time by talking with her
daughter.
"I am very much pleased to know
your mother thought of me in her iit
nees," ho said. "If Mr. Hopkins
away?"
The lady looked unfelgnadly shock
ed. "No," she said. "Oh, no! But wa'n
afraid It's something contagious, and
we didn't like to run any riaks."-Housewife.
One Wonss't Thrift.
A traveler haa a story of a cannj
old dame whom he met In one of his
motor tours. He had the bad hick ts
run over one of ber chickens. It wat
not jrrea-tly hurt, but he stopped ani
offer J the woman a trifle In compen
sation. "Yes, sir." she said, "when I wants
a pullet killed I alius puts un out ll
the road. Ten to one but It's runned
over, and then I gets the payment and
my pullet, tix).
A Color Scheme.
"Ph(MlK, nee how the color has rus
In thin waist. It's simply ruined!"
"'Deed, missy, I has de wust lnekj
color seems to run In our fambly."
Life.
Now They Don't Rpsak.
Ethel Yes, I won Charley
at
euchre party.
Ernie Indeed! I heard you wan
awarded the booby prize. Chlcagt
News.
Its Advantage.
"I should think golf would be rathat
violent exercise for your grandfather.
"I suppose It would if he didn't havi
so much time to rest while the bell ll
being found."
Fhe on the Other Foot.
Osmond Well, you've never seen mi
run after people who have money.
Desmond-No; but I've seen peoplt
run after you because you didn't havi
money.
I'nprofltnbte Questionings.
Husband A penny for
thoughts. Flora.
yom
Wife -I was thinking of a fifteen,
dollar hat.
A Problem in Rhetoric
Little Hobby Hay, pop!
Father Well, what is it now?
Little Bobby If a Chinaman speaki
broken English would a white mai
sieak broken China (Eilt Bobby
to bed.)
Advanlime nf ttlches.
Physiclan-The truth can no long
be hidden, madam. I am obliged tt
tell you that your little son is er
weak minded; that Is -well. It must bt
said be la an Idiot.
Mrs. IIIghup-How fortunate It It
that we are rich. No one will ever no
tlce It New York Weekly.
Couldn't Pcere Him.
"Colonel," said the fair bostem'to th
hero of many battles, "ore you fond ol
clasalcal music?"
"Madam," replied the gallant colonel
"I'm not afraid of It"
Inquisitive.
Iiertle Papa, a little stream la s
streamlet Isn't It?
Papa Yes, Ilertle.
Bertie Well, papa, Is a
Papa-Oh, go away, Hertic. I wan
little quiet.
Bcrtle-Well, why didn't you sav r,
wanted a qtilctlet?
Her Pet Name.
"Darling," he said, after the
posal. "Hlldegarde Is guch a long an4
iu. .uni uame. it mere IIO tier nm. K.
which I " '
'Oh, yes," she Interrupted. "th rtri.
at school always call me 'Pickles.' "-
ruiiaueipnia Trees.
Misdirected Kffort.
"Chlcsgo Is all right in most r.
pects," said the retired burglar, "bm
1ft a poor place to make tnou'
"Why, I thought It wh the beat
ever," rejoined the pickpocket,
"Wall. It ain't." replied the r b,
"Why. only last week a friend of gnint
waa pinched for making a few nick,
Up Aealnet It.
Brokalelgb-Mlea Ootrox, i in,-
tba hope that I may yet win your lor,
MkM Ootroi-Then the rumor i,
true.
Brokelelgh What ramar?
Mlaa Ootrox-The one pettatalng tt
fwar paticbjurt for rnUttnn
Aa Ssalalaea.
' 1 awmra ttat
tt aaa aaes a laod
bar la a
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