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ITCH weather, and Christ
mas bat a few days away.
The city was properly
dressed for the occasion.
Snow covered the streets
and the steps leading to
the beautiful homes on the
boulevard where every hol
iday wish of the people
would he gratified.
The bright-eyed, thinly-clad boy on
the steps of one of these beautiful
homes was not wasting any tjme in
envying the rich. He had waited
there for some minutes for the big au
tomobile he knew was due to arrive
from the hospital about that time each
day.
The big car pulled up beside the
curb. A big, kindly-faced man stepped
‘Tom it and started up the steps.
"Say, are you the doc?”
The surgeon paused half-way up the
steps and glanced at the small bit of
humanity balanced on the stone hand
rail.
‘Why, yes, my little man. what can
I do for you?” he asked tenderly, as
he stepped over and put a hand on
the lad’s knee. He was familiar with
the type of boy who had greeted him,
and it was a type of boy he liked, a
fearless, independent, little waif of
the streets. In the great hospital, of
which he was the head, they were his
most uncomplaining and appreciative
patients, even if they were not the
profitable ones.
“Nothin’ fer meself; it's ter me brud
der.” The little fellow spoke earnest
ly and looked straight into the emi
nent surgeon’s kindly gray eyes.
“Your brother? Oh, I see. Well,
what's the matter with your brother?”,
“Cripple.” The one word, with the
saddened tone, told the whole story
to Doctor Harrison. He knew the rest
of the tale from long experience, and
asked no further questions.
“Come in the house, and let’s talk it
over.”
“Say, doc, I don’t believe you want
me to come in. I ain’t got no money.”
“Why, that's just the reason I want
you to come in,” the doctor replied,
With a merry twinkle in his eye, and
ran up the steps closely followed by
the small urchin. As the door closed
behind them he seized the youngster
in a playful bear hug, and landed him
in a beavily upholstered leather chair.
It was such a chair as that boy had
seen in the great shop windows, but
had never thought of sitting in, and
the warmth of its soft cushions gave
a pleasant thrill to his shivering lit
tle body.
‘ What is your name?”
“Tom McGuire. You know Pat Mc
Guire that tends bar down in East
Downey street?”
“No, I don’t believe I do.”
“Well, he’s me uncle, and he says
you set his leg, time of the big rail
road smash-up at Hanover."
“Yes, I remember going out.to Han
over w ith a lot of other doctors at the
time of the accident; but that was ten
years ago.”
“That don’t make any difference to
Uncle Pat. He never forgets favors.
Guess he ain’t had many in hi3 life.”
“Did your Uncle Pat send you to see
me?” asked the surgeon.
"Naw, but it’s because what he told
me ’bout you made me think it might
be all right to come and see ’bout
Pete’s leg.”
"Where is your brother, Thomas?”
“Aw, don’t call me that. I ain’t
Thomas. I’m just Tom. Raggy Tom
they call me ’round the square. I sells
papes on the southwest corner of the
square. Business ain’t so bad this
time o' year, and I’m breakin’ in
Pete."
. “He can walk, then, can he?” The
physician had seated himself close to
hfs small caller, and was giving his
whole attention to the case in hand.
“Tell -me more about Pete.”
“Pete was born that way. Doctor
said one leg wasn’t no good and never
was goin’ to be, so when Pete got big
\ enough, I saved me pennies and
bought him a crutch, and after ’while
he got so’s he could use it. Then I
took him down to the corner and he
helped me sell papes in rush hours.
He likes to be doin’ sonthln’, but he
gets awful tired holdin’ the papes and
bangin' on to his crutch."
“Does he stay there all day?”
Naw, not all the time. Business
ain’t ra.shin' only mornin's and
nights, and Pete stays home part of
the time. On cold days he gits shivery '
'cause he can’t get ’round very fast
•o’s to keep himself warm.”
t “Is there any news stand on that
Jorber?” the doctor asked, becoming :
Mill more interested.
“Naw, we dassen’t put one up. Billy
Hahn, he’s the feller what had that
corner before me, he tried to get
leave to put up a stand alongside of
the fountain where there’s plenty of
room, but the aldermen turned him
down. He didn't have no pull, and I
ain't got none neither. Me and Pete
was up on the northeast corner, and
when Billy got wet feet and pneumonia
and died, we come down to bis cor
ner.”
“Tem, are your father and mother
living?”
"Maw Is. I dunno much about paw.
He ain't no good. Uncle Pat says he
sees him bangin' round once in
s _ ~ -
awhile. Maw’s got two younger’n me
and Pete. I’m ten and Pete's goin’ on
nine. Maw works awful hard takin'
care of the kids and sewin’ fer a de
partment store. She says to me one
time: ‘Tom, you look after Pete and
I’ll take care of the young uns.’ Maw
can’t hardly get enough to buy ’em
clothes, so I chip in when biz is good.
Say, doc, I read in my papes ’bout
that kid you fixed up last week, and
I’ll bet ten cents Pete's leg's Just like
that. Thinks I, when I read that, ‘I'm
goin' to see Doc Harrison and tell him
’bout Pete.’ Now, doc, on the level,
how much do you charge for a Job like
that?"
“I received $3,000 for that opera
tion.” There was a merry twinkle in
the doctor’s eye that was lost on his
little visitor. *
“Aw, say, doc, wot yer givin’ me?
You didn't make all that in one day?”
“Yes, In two hours, Tom.”
The youngster’s eyes filled with
tears, and he bit his lip to hold back
the sobs. A good leg meant so much
to Pete, and he would gladly give
$3,000 for one for him if that were
possible, but the doctor might have
as well asked for the moon in pay
ment for that leg. His vision of Pete
without the hated crutch was fast dis
appearing, but he would not let it get
away entirely.
“Don’t you never charge no less?”
the boy managed to ask, without giv
ing away to the burst of tears ready
to flow at his disappointment?
"Oh, yes, indeed; but you asked me
how much I received for an operation
like last week’s, and I never per
formed one just like that before. It
was very difficult and peculiar.”
Tom slid out of the chair as if to
go. “I guess it’s all off, doc. I ain't
in your class.”
"Tom, sit down there.” The doc
tor’s tone of command was filled with
more laughter than severity. “Let’s
talk business.”
The youngster obeyed, watching the
eminent surgeon with a puzzled look,
uncertain whether the great man was
really going to make a concession or
upbraid him for taking his time. Faint
though it was, a new hope sprang up
in the small breast. Possibly there
might be some terms of payment that
he could meet as he grew older and
could earn more than the few pennies
that meant the day’s profits on his
paper sales.
“Tom,” the doctor continued, “I
know Pete.”
“You know Pete?” Tom gasped in
amazement.
“Yes, I have seen him down by the
fountain at the square. You know we
specialists always keep our eyes open
for anything in our line, so I have
noticed him several times as 1 passed
the corner. Of course, I can’t say posi
tively, but I think an operation will
give Pete two legs instead of one.
Now, how much can you afford to pay
for such an operation?”
The youngster's eyes shone like
two live coals. So the doctor knew'
Pete, and thought he could cure him!
Was It a dream? Tom pinched him
self to make sure it was all real. Yes,
he was awake all right. How much
could he afford? He felt he could af
ford anything to give Pete a new leg,
but how little that W'as compared with
what the doctor would expect! Both
sat In silence for over a minute. The
surgeon knew' what was going on in
the youngster’s mind, but thought best
to let him come to his own conclusion.
The boy fumbled his cap nervously
while he considered the great ques
tion, and at length looked up suddenly
into the surgeon’s face. There was no
doubt or uncertainty in his face or
tone as he announced his decision.
“Doc, the only thing I’ve got in the
world is me corner down by the foun
tain, where me and Pete sells papers.
I can’t give you all that, for I wouldn’t
have nuthin’ for me and Pete to live
on and to help maw with the kids. I’ll
tell you what I’ll do, doc. I’ll let you
have half o’ that corner. You can hire
a kid to sell papes fer you and have
some dbugh left, but you won’t make
no $3,000 in kingdom come.”
The doctor knit his brows and Tom
imagined he could see a quick refusal
of his proposition, but the kindly gleam
came back into the doctor’s eye and
Tom began to hope again as the doc
tor pondered over the proposition for
a moment. Then the doctor said:
"All right, Tom; I'll accept that
proposition, and we’ll draw up the
agreement right now. Let’s see, this
is December eighteenth. We'll start
the new arrangement beginning with
January first.”
In the course of a quarter of an
hour the paper was duly prepared and
signed and witnessed, and Tom saw
the doctor file it carefully in the strong
box in his safe. With a hearty hand
shake, the surgeon bade adieu to his
ten-year-old man of affairs, and turn
ed to a patient waiting in the outer
office.
Tom McGuire had known all too lit
tle of happiness in his hard ten years,
but this was surely the climax of his
earthly bliss. A new leg for Pete!1
Could anything be finer! He ran most
of the way back to the square, and
nearly knocked the cripple over in his
eagerness to tell the good news.
“Say, Pete, you’re goin' to have a
new leg.”
“What?” the bewildered Pete was
too intent on selling papers to bother
about new legs.
“A new leg, I say. Doc Harrison,
what I told you ’bout, is goin’ to make
one fer you.”
“Aw, gwan. Wot yer givln’ me?”
grunted the skeptical Pete, ignoring
the enthusiasm of the head of the
house.
“Come on, I’ll show you."
"Naw, you don’t. You don’t get me
losin’ what leg I’ve got.”
“Honest, Pete, I'm on the level. The
doc says he bets he can fix, you up
good as new.”
“Nixy fer me. I’m fer keepln’ me
bum prop. I reads how a doc saws
oft a boy’s legs just for fun.”
“Aw, Pete, don’t be silly. The doc
won't hurt you.”
“Don't you believe it,” Pete replied,
and started down the sidewalk to get
away from temptation. Tom knew
Pete's stolid strength of will, and de
cided on another tack. He felt in his
pocket and found sixteen cents. Count
ing out five pennies, he ran across the
street, and soon had Dr. Harrison on
the wire.
“Hello, this you, doc?—Pete won’t
come—Naw, he’s afraid you’ll hurt
him. He’s read how- a doc cut off a
feller’s leg ju6t fer fun.—Send up a
pape? Sure, but you'll have to hide
yer sign, or he won't never come in.—
All right, I’ll send him up. Please
don’t hurt him, will you, doc?—Good
by.”
Tom ran back to the corner.
“Hey, Pete,” he called, as soon as
he was within earshot of the cripple,
“a guy just told me to hustle a Star up
to 345 West Alden avenue. Get on a
Prince street car, and hurry up. Here's
a dime fer carfare."
“There ain't no profit In that," Pete
gruhted, “go yerself an' save the
dime.”
“Do as yer told. I’m boss o’ this
corner,” the young financier retorted,
shoving Pete toward a car as fast as
the cripple could hobble. “Get off at
Wralnut street and walk west half a
block,” he shouted as he helped Pete
on the car platform.
For the first time in twenty-two
years Dr. Harrison’s sign was hidden
as the cripple struggled up the steps
and rang the bell.
“Here’s yer pape,” he said in a mat
ter-of-fact tone, holding out the first
edition, when the maid opened the1
door.
“Paper?” asked the girl, pretending
ignorance. “Step In a moment and
I’ll see if It belongs here."
Pete stepped Inside and took oS his
cap. The girl disappeared, but return
ed presently, and pointed to an open
door down the hall. Pete hobbled in
"Ye—es," Pete whispered. too
scared to realize whether he was say
ing “yes” or “no.”
“Now, Pete, take a good look at
me,” the doctor continued as he arose
from his chair and stood in the mid
dle of the room for the cripple's in
spection. “I’m not really such an aw
ful man, am I, Pete?”
“N—n—o—o," Pete answered, more
because the surgeon’s tone needed a
negative reply than because he knew
what he was saying.
"Pete, I like little boys," the doctor
went on, ignoring the lad's terrified
expression. “And I kind of think
some of them like me. Do you think
you could?”
“Ma—a—aybe,” the youngster was
doing his best to be brave.
The doctor glanced at the open door
and nodded to the maid.
"Tom McGuire is out at the door
and wants to see you,” she said.
“Send him in,” the surgeon an
swered heartily. "Well, I never. Hel
lo, Tom!”
“Hello, doc! Done anything to
Pete’s leg?”
“Why, no, we haven’t mentioned
legs. Have we, Pete?”
“Not yet,” said Pete, with a feeling
that something was still to come.
“Say, doc, look at it now. will you?”
Tom exclaimed energetically and be
gan to take off his brother's shoe.
“Hold on a minute, Tom; this isn’t
the place to examine legs, and besides,
I never make an examination without
the owner’s consent.”
“Tell the doc you want to have yer
leg looked at,” Tom commanded in a
tone that bore authority.
Before Pete could answer, the doc
tor had interposed a good natured ob
jection.
"You keep out of this, Tom. This
iB Pete’s leg, and he shall have the
whole say about what is done to that
leg.”
This announcement was a revelation
to Pete, who bad had visions of being
bound,and gagged while the doctor at
tacked his leg with a common band
saw.
“Is that straight?” he asked, look
ing up dubiously into the surgeon's
face.
“Absolutely!” the doctor exclaimed.
"I won’t touch a finger to that leg till
you give me your consent.”
“There, Pete, what’d I tell you,’* Tom
broke In, but the doctor frowned at
him to keep quiet. The eyes of both
Tom and the surgeon were now on
Pete.
“What'll it cost?” The cripple
seemed about to yield but wanted one
more obstacle cleared away.
“Never mind the cost, Tom and I
have arranged that between us.”
The look of appreciation and grati
tude that the cripple brother gave
i_-.rw ry-'rr^ agn
The Physician Had Seated Himself Close to His Small Caller, and Was Giv
ing Hie Whole Attention to the Cat# in Hand.
me direction pointed, and entered the
doctor’s outer office.
“Sit down a minute,’’ came a pleas
ant voice from somewhere, and Pete
crawled up into one of the large
chairs. The next few minutes were
about the busiest the cripple had ever
known. Pictures, statuary, books, fur
niture—never in his short life had he
seen such an array. How could he
possibly remember all to tell Tom?
Before the survey was half finished,
however, a tall man with a kindly
face stood before him ant held out his
hand for the paper. Pete handed him
the Star and arose to go.
"Hold on a minute, how much do 1
owe you?”
"Two cents.”
“Two cents?” the doctor Bhouted, so
loud that Pete feared he had over
charged him. "Didn’t you pay carfare
to get here?”
"Yes, Tom paid that." Pete smiled
with relief.
“Tom? Who’s Tom?”
"He’s me big brudder.” This time
the .smile bespoke pride and thank
fulness.
"Likely sort of chap?"
"Yes, sir; Tom's all right.” The smile
was wider than ever.
“Do you know wiho I am?" the doc
tor asked in his kindliest tone, plac
ing his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"No.”
"I am Dr. Harrison." The smile dis
appeared and the boy began to trem
ble at mention of tpe awful name.
“Possibly you have heard of me?”
Tom at that moment would have re
paid any sacrifice—yes, even the whole
of the corner paper privilege. Pete’s
eyes glistened with teardrops as he
turned to the doctor.
“Go ahead, doc. Do anything you
want, only don't hurt me too much.
Say, ain’t Tom all right?’’
“You bet he is,” the doctor replied,
and motioned the cripple to the inner
office.
•••••••
Tom was busy as he could be on
Christmas eye and it was well after
midnight wh$n he crawled into his lit
tle bed, tired and lonely, for Pete had
gone to the hospital three days be
fore. He knew away down deep in his
heart that it would do no good to hang
up his stocking, but hope dies hard
in the young and the stocking was
pinned to the side of the chair.
The sun had shone for an hour or
more when Tom aw-oke and realized
that it was Christmas day. He hardly
dared to glance at the stocking but
summoned up courage and looked at
the chair where it hung. The stock
ing was empty. Tom reached over
and felt it to make sure and then .
crawled back under the bedclothes.
For the first time in his life the rough
ness of the world had overcome him
and, in spite of all the strength he
could muster, the great hot tears
crowded into blB eyes and flowed down
his cheeks. He burled his face in the
pillow and cried a great big soulful
cry.
"Tom! Tom!” It was his mother'
calling, but he only, pulled the bed
clothes over his head and pretended
not to hear. He would not for the
world let maw know that he would
cry, he who was supposed to bear the
burden of the family on his shoul
ders.
“Tom! Tom! Tom!” come the call
again, "here’s a letter for you.”
A letter for Tom? Such an event
had come into his life only twice,
once when the fresh air society of
: fared him a week in the country which
he could not afford to take, and a let
: ter from the license bureau with his
newsboy badge. The dry side of the
his bare toe that It almost made him
howl. A little thing like that was not
allowed to break up the celebration so
he grasped his mother's hands, and
swung her around and around in a
“ring around a rosy” until the poor
woman hardly knew whether it was
Christmas or Fourth of July.
“Ain’t this a grand Christmas?” he
shouted. “Ain’t the doc bully? Ain’t
Peter the luckiest feller in the whole
. world?”
“Yes, yes, yes," gro,aned Mrs. Mc
Guire, trying her best to regain her
breath and balance. “O, it’s—too—
good—to be true!”
“Aw, Gwan, Wot Yer Givln' MeT” Grunted the Skeptical Pete.
pillow served as handkerchief and tow
el, and, holding his head low to hide
his red eyes, be ran into the next
room.
“John J. Sweeney,” he read cn the
corner of the envelope, "why, he's the
alderman from this district.” Fingers
were all thumbs trying to get that let
ter open and part of it was torn be
fore the envelope would give up its
secret The note was short and type
written but it took Tom nearly five
minutes to read it aloud. Each word
seemed to have taken a new meaning
to the astonished boy.
“Mr. Thomas McGuire, 148 Willow St,
City.
Dear Sir:
I have the honor to inform you that
the application of McGuire and Har
rison for a news stand adjoining the
fountain on the southwest corner of
the square has been granted and pos
session may be taken at once. Be
lieve me, Yours very truly,
“JOHN J. SWEENEY,
"Alderman 17th District.”
“Great Jewhilikens,” Tom shouted,
and his mother, too, made some sort
of an exclamation that was drowned
in the racket of the two smaller Mc
Guires, who felt called upon to add
to the general din.
“Me and the doc's goin’ to have a real
news stand right where I wanted it.
Don’t I wish Pete was home to hear
the good news! What do you think
o’ that, maw? A great big news stand
right at the fountain where we can
sell ten times more papes! Ain’t that
a bully Christmas present? Say, maw,
the doc s a brick and don't you forget
it.”
“Well, hurry up and get dressed or 1
you won't have much Christmas Day
left”
Tom vaulted cbair and cradle on his
way back to the bedroom and slammed
h!s tear soaked pillow into a corner
of the room as an expression of h‘.s
feelings toward tears.
“A real news stand. A great big
3tand all to ourselves. I can see just
how it’s goin’ to look. Gee! ain't that
grand l"
But greater news was on the way
and before he had pulled on the empty
stocking he heard a noise in the other
room and peeped out. There was a
big man in a fur overcoat at the door
with another letter and he was not the
postman either.
"Tom, here’s another one for you.”
The summons was needless for Tom
W&s already at his mother's side and
had seized the white envelope.
"James B. Harrison, M. D.,” he read.
“That’s about Pete. Jimminy Christ
mas! Say, maw, you open it. My
hands is all shaky.”
Mrs. McGuire could not make much
better headway opening the envelope
than Tom, but she managed to pull
out the letter and Tom began to read
laboriously.
"Mr. Thomas McGuire, 148 Willow St.
Dear Tom:
Merry Christmas from Pete and the
doc. Hurrah for Pete! The operation
was a great success. Pete will be run
ning around without a crutch long be
fore next Christmas. Come around to
the hospital at four o'clock. Sincerely
your friend.
"JAMES B. HARRISON’.’’
“P. S.—By the way, Tom, I don’t be
lieve I shall have time to take care
Df my half of that newspaper privilege
at the corner, so I return herew ith the
agreement cancelled. Leave a paper
at my house every night while Pete is
In the hospital and we will call It
square. J. B. H."
"Three cheers fer Pete.” Tom yelled,
and gave the table such a kick with
“Well. It is true, fer I knew the doo
| wouldn’t fool me. Ain’t he the grand*
■ est ever?"
“Tom you’ll never be ready to go to
the hospital by four o'clock if you
don’t get dressed.’’
Tom rushed Into the bedroom and
came back with the empty stocking
that had hung on the chair.
“Say maw, I’ll shut my eyes, and you
stick them two letters in me stocking
and I’ll pretend I found ’em there.
Ain’t this a bee-ootiful Christmas?”
(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
WORLD’S MOST SACRED SPOT
Manger in Church of the Nativity at
Bethlehem Where Christ Is Said
to Have Been Born.
What may perhaps be described as
the most sacred spot on earth is the
grotto or manger in the Church of
the Nativity at Bethlehem. This
6mall underground chamber, reached
from the church above by a flight of
steps, is said to be the site of the
actual manger where Christ was born,
and a silver star, let into the floor
underneath the altar, is alleged to be
the exact spot of the Nativity. Above
the star hang fifteen lamps, which
have continually illuminated the lit
tle chapel for several hundred years.
The altar Is adorned with most
elaborate embroideries, the work of
royal princesses, while from the cell
ing hang a number of brass lamps
and a few paintings. There has, of
course, been no little controversy as
to whether this is the actual site of
the original manger. To begin with,
It is underground, and many people
wonder how it could have been used
*>>' cattle and horses. Here, however,
we have to remember that in the
East donkeys and mules often dwell
In underground stables, and the stair
ease would present no difficulty to
the agile native cattle, of Palestine.
No less an( authority than Colonel
Conder has declared that “the rude
grotto with its rocky manger may be
accepted even by the most skeptical
of modern explorers.”
Georgie's Threat.
Little Georgie Prim had rejoined
the Sunday school, as was his annual
custom, just two weeks before
Christllias.
“I'm glad to see you here again,"
said the superintendent.
“Well, believe me,” said little
George, “You’ve got to do better by
me than you did last Christmas or I’ll
go to the Presbyterian church next
time.”
Friendly Advice.
"Yes," said the Fairy Prince, ‘‘yen
may have whatever you want for a
Christmas present."
“I will choose,” said the Fortunate
Person, “either a wife or an automo
bile.”
“How foolish!” exclaimed the Fairy
Prince. “Why do you not select
something that you can manage?
Maid and Mistletoe.
According to Archbishop Nares, the
maid who was not kissed under mis
tletoe at Christmas would not be mar
ried in that year. The mistletoe
speedily invaded the drawing room,
without, however, reducing the quan
tity of kissing in the kitchen.
Two in One.
“What a lucky fellow Bliss is."
“How so?”
“His fiancee's birthday comes on
Christmas.”
.. .. I
WALT WHITMAN S OTHER SIDE
Poet on Several Occasions Showed
Marked Conservatism in Writ
ings and Actions.
With all of his radicalism. Walt
Whitman was ofttlmes conservative,
wrote Thomas B. Harned in Case and
Comment. This was because of his
profound sense of justice. When the
great Emperor William of Germany
died. Whitman wrote s poem called
“The Oearf Emoeron'^ which save
__V_
: much offense to many of his radical
| friends, who could not see why a mon
arch should be called “a good old man
—a faithful shepherd.”
He had a great admiration for Queen
Victoria. He said that our people
i should be eternally grateful for Vic
toria’s sympathy for the union during
the Civil war. “I, for one,” he said,
‘feel strongly grateful to Victoria for
the good outcome of that struggle—
! the war horrors and finally the pres
ervation of our nationality.”
He said words in defense of Presl
dent Cleveland when there was criti
cism because he sent a present to the
pope at the time of his jubilee.
I cite these cases to prove that Whit
man believed in government. In law,
in the acceptance of present conditions
until we could better them. I remem
ber In the year 1887 Sidney Morse, a
sculptor from Boston, spent many days
with Whitman in Camden making a
bust of him. Merge had anarchistic
tendencies. The day the Chicago an
archists were hanged he was very de
spondent Whitman said to him: “It
won’t do, Sidney; we must have po
licemen, law, order and such things
until the human critter can get along
without them, and that is a long way
off. We can’t throw bombs, and kill
people, even if they are policemen.’’
Morse’s sadness was increased be
cause he failed to get any sympathy
from Whitman.
Gas Refrigeration.
At a recent meeting of the Natural
Gas association it was announced that
complete gas refrigeration outfitsj
I would soon replace the ice chest. In
I the near future, it was predicted by
! the committee, the new machines will
become one of the most economical
appliances that can be Installed. The
method of operation is simple. When
it is necessary to keep the cooler or
refrigerator cold, as the gas jets in
the heater are lighted these jets im
pinge upon a tank in which is placed
ammonia in a liquid form. This am
monia boils and vaporises, the vapor
beihg conducted through the refrig
erator £7 means of coU»t forming
| the cooling agent, upon the same prin
ciple that the great Ice machines in
breweries and other enterprises work.
How It Happened.
"He was severely injured in an auto
accident, was he not?”
"Quite severely."
“Did he sue the driver of the auto?”
“No, he brodght suit against a girl
who half a block away stopped to tie
her shoe. She was the reason he did
not see the ante."
DODGING THE BEATEN PATH
Good Story as It Is Related, Though It
Doesn't Often Happen in
Real Life.
Congressman Robert L. Doughert.
of North Carolina smiled when the
conversation turned to reversing th»
order of things. He said he was r
minded of the case of Bowers.
Bowers met a benevolent party on „
railroad train one day, and as the a
quaintance ripened a bit he began to
spread before the other the history o:
his life.
“When I wa6 a clerk in a grocer
store,” remarked Bowers, among ot
er things, “I received only nine do
lars a week, and, like many othn:
young men, I fell in with bad compan
ions and began to gamble, I—”
“I see,” interrupted the benevolen
party, sadly, “you were tempted and
took money which did not belong t
you.”
"Oh, no,” cheerily responded Bow
ers. “In less than a month I won
enough money to buy the grocery.”
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Astonished Minister.
The proud father had come up from
the country to see his sailor son on
board his ship. He had never seen
a battleship before, and accordingly
marveled thereat. Just as he caught
hold of the two ropes which hung over
the side to assist sailors to the deck,
he was somewhat surprised to hear
a clanging of bells—the eight bells
of seamen's time. As he stepped on
deck he met the officer of the watch
He saluted him and said, timidly:
“I beg your pardon, sir, I've come to
see my son Jack, but, 'pon my word,
1 didn't mean to ring so loud."
And They So Scarce, Toe.
“While in Washington I visited the
navy yard and lunched on a battle
ship.”
“Yon must have a cast-iron diges
tion.”
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The only time we notice an impedi
ment in the speech of some people
is when an occasion arises to praise
others.
Bed Cross Ball Blue makes the laundress
happy, makes clothes whiter thaD sno«v.
All good grocers. Adv.
The average man would be all right
if he were only half as perfect as he
thinks his neighbors ought to be.
Rheumatism I
Just put a few drops of Sloan’s £
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I it penetrates to the bone and' I
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Mr. Jama B. Alexander, of North
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bad one night when Bitting in my chair,
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minutes it was perfectly easy. I think
it im the beat of all Liniments I ha.ve
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