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CHAPTER XXXI—Continued.
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“Feigning again?" I demanded an
grily.
He shook his head, his stern mouth
shaping the strangest, twisted smile.
It wras indeed a twisted smile, for It
was on the left side only, the facial
muscles of the right side moving not
at all.
"That was the last play of the Wolf.”
he said. "I am paralyzed. I shall
never walk, again. Oh. only on the
other side," he added, as though divin
ing the suspicious glance I flung at
his left leg, the knee of which had just
then drawn up and elevated the blank
ets.
“It’s unfortunate,” he continued.
"I’d liked to hafe done for you first,
Hump. And 1 tttought I had that much
left in me.”
“But how can you account for it?”
I asked. "'Where is the seat of your
trouble?”
"’The brftin," he said at once. "It
was those cursed headaches brought
It on.”
"Symptoms,” I said. .
He nodded his head. "There is no
accounting for It. 1 was never sick
In my life. Something’s gone wrong
with my brain. A cancer, a tumor,
or something of tfat nature—a thing
that devours and destroys. It's attack
ing my nerve centers, eating them up.
bit by bit. ceil by cell—from the
pain.”
"The motor .".enter*, too.” I sug
gested.
't>o it would seem, and the curse
of it is that I must lie here, conscious,
mentally unimpaired, knowing that
the lines are gcitig down, breaking bit
by bit communliation with the world.
I cannot see, htafing and feeling are
leaving me, at this rate I shall soon
cease to speak; yst all the time I shall
be here, alive, Active and powerless."
“When you soy you are here. I'd
suggest the likelihood of the soul,” i
said.
"Bosh!" was RIs retort. "It simply
means that in the attack on my brain
the higher psychical centers are un
touched. I can rsmember, I can think
and reason. When that goes, I go. 1
am not. The soul?”
He broke out in mocking laughter,
then turned.his left ear to the pillow
as a sign that he wished no further
conversation.
Maud and I went about our work
oppressed by the fearful fate which
had overtaken him—how fearful we
were yet fully to reahze. There was
the awfulness of retribution about it
. Our thoughts were deep and solemn,
and we 'Spoke to each other scarcely
above whispers.
“You might remove the handcuffs."
he said that night, as we stood in con
sultutioa over him. "It's dead safe
1 m a paralytic now. The next thing
to watch out for Is bed sores.”
He smiled his twisted smile and
Mahd, her eyes wide with horror, was
compelled to turn away her head.
'Do you know that your smile is
crooked? I asked him; for I knew
that she must attend him. and I wished
to save her as much as possible.
"Then I shaii smile no more.” he
3aid calmly. "I thought something
was wrong. My right cheek has been
numb all day. \es, and I've had warn
ings of this for the last three days;
by spells, my right side seemed going
to sleep, sometimes arm or band,
sometimes leg or foot."
"So my smile le crooked?" he quer
ied a short while after. “Well, con
sider henceforth that I smile inter
nally, with my soul, if you please, my
soul. Consider that I am smiling
now.”
And for the space of several min
utes he lay there, quiet, indulging his
grotesque fancy.
The man of him was not changed.
It was the oid. indomitable, terrible
Wolf Larsen, imprisoned somewhere
within that flesh which had once been
bo invincible t*nd splendid. Now it
bound him with insentient fetters,
v,-ailing his son] in darkness and si
lence, blocking it from the world
which to him had been a riot of ac
tion. No more would he conjugate the
verb "to do” in every mood and tense.
"To be” was all that remained to him
—to be. as he had defied death, with
out movement; to will, but not to ex
ecute; to think and reason and in the
spirit of him to be as alive as ever,
but in the flesh to be dead, quite dead!
And yet, though 1 even removed the
handcuffs, we could not adjust our
selves to his condition. Our minds
revolted. To ub he was full of poten
tiality. We knew not what to expect
of him next, what fearful thing, rising
above the flesh, he might break out
and do. Our experience warranted
this state of mind, and we went about
our work with anxiety always upon
us.
I had solved the problem which had
arisen through the shortness of the
shears. It was the morning of the
third day that I swung the foremast
from the deck and proceeded to square
its butt to fit the step. Here I was
especially awkward. 1 sawed and
chopped and chiseled the weathered
wood till it had the appearance of hav
ing been gnawed by some gigantic
mouse. But it fitted.
"It will work, I know it will wTork."
I cried.
“Do you know Doctor Jordan’s final
test of truth?” Maud asked.
I shook my head and paused in the
act of dislodging the shavings which
had drifted down my neck.
“‘Can we make it work? Can we
trust our lives to it?' is the test.”
"He is a favorite of yours,” I said.
"When I dismantled my old Pan
theon and cast out Napoleon and
Caesar and their fellows, I straightway
erected a new Pantheon,” she an
swered gravely, “and the first I in
stalled was Doctor Jordan.”
“A modern hero."
“And a greater because modern.”',
she added. ‘How can the Old World
heroes compare with ours!”
I shook my head. We were too
much alike in many things for argu
ment. Our point of view and out
look on life at least were very like.
“For a pair of critics we agree fa
mously." I laughed.
“And as shipwright and able assist
ant,” she laughed back.
But there was little time for laugh
ter in those days, what of our heavy
work and of the awfulness of Wolf
Larsen's living death.
He had received another stroke. He
had lost his voice, or he was losing it
He had only intermittent use of it. As
he phrased it, the wires were like the
etock market, now up. now down. Oc
casionally the wires were up and he
spoke as well as ever, though slowly
and heavily. Then speech would sud
denly desert him, in the middle of a
sentence perhaps, and for hours, some
, times, we would wait for the connec
While I toiled at Rigging the Fore
mast Maud Sewed on Canvas.
tion to be reestablished. He com
plained of great pain in his head, and
it \va3 during this period that he ar
ranged a system of communication
against the time when speech should
leave him altogether—one pressure of
the hand for "yes," two for “no.” It
was well that it was arranged, for by
evening his voice had gone from him
By hand pressures, after that, he an
swered our questions, and when he
wished to speak he scrawled his
thoughts with his left hand, quite leg
ibly, on a sheet of paper.
The fierce winter had now descend
ed upon us. Gale followed gale, with
snow and sleet and rain. The seals
had started on their great southern
migration, and the rookery was prac
tically deserted. I worked feverishly.
In spite of the bad weather, and of the
wind which especially hindered me, 1
was on deck from daylight till dark
and made substantial progress.
1 profited by my lesson learned
through raising the shears and th<m
climbing them to attach the guys. To
the top of the foremast, which was
just lifted conveniently from the deck.
I attached the rigging, Btays and
throat and peak halyards. As usual.
I had underrated the amount of work
involvod in this portion of the task,
and two long days were necessary to
complete it. And there was so much
yet to be done—the sails, for instance,
which practically had to be made
over.
While I toiled at rigging the fore
mast, Maud sewed on canvas, ready
always to drop everything and come
to my assistance when more hands
than two were required. The canvas
was heavy and hard, and she sewed
with the regular sailor's palm and
three-cornered sail-needle. Her hands
were soon sadly blistered, but she
struggled bravely on, and in addition
doing the cooking and taking care of
the sick man.
"A hg for superstition." I said on
Friday morning. "That mast goes in
today."
Everything was ready for the at
tempt. Carrying the boom-tackle to
the windlass, I hoisted the mast near
ly clear of the deck. Making this
tackle fast, I took to the windlass the
shears-tackle (which was connected
with the end of the boom) and with a
few turns had the mast perpendicular
and clear.
Maud clapped her hands the instant
she was relieved from holding the
turn, crying:
"It works! It works! We’ll trust
our lives to it!"
Then she assumed a rueful expres
sion.
"It’s not over the hole,” she said.
"Will you have to begin all over?”
I smiled in superior fashion, and
slacking away on the boom-tackle, I
brought the butt of the mast into posi
tion directly over the hole in the deck.
Then 1 gave Maud careful instructions
for lowering away and went into tha
hold to the step on the schooner's
bottom.
I called to her^and the mast moved
easily and accurately. Square fitted
into square. The mast was stepped.
I raised a shout, and she ran down
to see. In the yellow lantern light
we peered at what we had accom
plished. We looked at each other,
and our hands felt their way and
clasped. The eyes of both of us, I
think, were moist with the joy of suc
cess.
"It was done so easily after all," 1
remarked. “All the work was in the
preparation.”
"And all the wonder in the comple
tion." Maud added. “I can scarcely
bring myself to realize that that great
mast is really up and in; that you
have lifted it from the water, swung
it through the air, and deposited it
here where it belongs. It is a Titan's
task.”
•
"And they made themselves many
inventions," 1 began morrily, then
paused to sniff the air.
I looked hastily at the lantern. It
was not smoking. Again I sniffed.
"Something is burning," Maud said,
with sudden conviction.
We sprang together for the ladder,
but I raced past her to the deck. A
dense volume of smoke was pouring
out the steerage companionway.
“The Wolf is not yet dead." I mut
tered to myself as I sprang down
through the smoke.
The source of the smoke must be
very close to Wolf Larsen—my mind
was made up to this, and 1 went
straight to his bunk. As 1 felt about
among his blankets, something hot fell
on the back of my hand. It burned
me. and I jerked my hand away. Then
I understood. Through the cracks
in the bottom of the upper bunk he
had set fire to the mattress. He still
retained sufficient use of his left arm
to do this. The damp straw of the
mattress, tired from beneath and de
nied air, had been smouldering all the
while.
As I dragged the mattress out of
the bunk it seemed to disintegrate in
mid-air, at tije same time bursting
into llames. 1 beat out the burning
remnants of straw in the bunk, then
made a dash for the deck for fresh
air.
Several buckets of water sufficed to
put out the burning mattress in the
middle of the steerage floor; and ten
minutes later, when the smoke had
fairly cleared. 1 allowed Maud to come
below. Wolf Larsen was unconscious,
but it was a matter of minutes for the
fresh air to restore him. We were
working over him, however, when he
sighed for paper and pencil.
“Pray do not interrupt me," he
wrote. “I am smiling.”
"I am still a bit of the ferment, you
see," he wrote a little later.
“I am glad you are as small a bit
as you are," I said.
"Thank you,” he wrote. "But just
think of how much smaller 1 shall
be before I die."
"And yet 1 am all here, Hump," he
wrote with a final flourish. "1 can
think more clearly than ever in my
life before. Nothing to disturb me.
Concentration is perfect. I am all
here and more than here."
It was like a message from the
night of the grave; for this man’s
body had become his mausoleum. And
there, in so strange sepulture, his
spirit fluttered and li^ed. It would
flutter and live till the last line of
communication was broken, and alter
that who was to say how much longer
it might continue to flutter and llv®?
CHAPTER XXXII.
"I think my left side is going," Woir
Larsen wrote, the morning after his
attempt to fire the ship. “The numb
ness is growing. I can hardly move
my hand. You will have to speak
louder. The last lines are going
down."
"Are you in pain?" I asked.
I was compelled to repeat my ques
tion loudly before he answered.
"Not all the time."
The left hand stumbled slowly and
painfully across the paper, and it was
with extreme difficulty that we de
I Dragged the Mattress Cut of the
Bunk.
ciphered the scrawl. It was like a
"spirit message,’’ such as are deliv
ered at seances of spiritualists for a
dollar admission.
"But I am still here, all here,” the
hand scrawled more slowly and pain
fully than ever.
The pencil dropped, and we had to
replace it in the hand.
"When there is no pain I have per
fect peace and quiet. ' I have never
thought so clearly. 1 can ponder life
and death like a Hindu sage.”
"And immortality?” Maud queried
loudly in the ear.
Three times the hand essayed to
write but fumbled hopelessly. The
pencil fell. In vain we tried to re
place it. The fingers could not close ;
on it. Then Maud pressed and held !
the lingers about the pencil with her
own hand, and the hand wrote, in
large letters, and so slowly that the
minutes ticked off to each letter:
“B-O-S-H.”
It was Wolf Larsen's last word,
"bosh," skeptical and invincible to the
end. The arm and hand relaxed. The
trunk of the body moved slightly.
Then there was no movement. Maud
released the hand. The Augers spread
slightly, falling apart of their own
weight, and the pencil rolled away.
"Do you still hear?” I shouted, hold
ing the Angers and waiting for the
single pressure which would signify
"Yes.” There was no response. The
hand was dead.
"I noticed the lips slightly move,”
Maud said.
1 repeated the question. The lips
moved. She placed the tips of her
Angers on them. Again I repeated
the question. •‘Yes,” Maud announced.
We looked at each other expectantly.
"What good is it?’’ I asked. “What
oau we say now’”’
"Oh, ask him—”
She hesitated.
“Ask him something that requires
‘uo’ for an answer,” I suggested.
"Then we will know with certainty.”
’’Are you hungry?" she cried.
The lips moved under her fingers,
and she answered, ’Yes."
“Will you have some beef?” was
her next query.
"No,” she announced.
“Beef-tea?”
“Yes, he will have some beef-tea,”
she said quietly, looking up at me.
"Until his hearing goes we shall be
able to communicate with him. And
after that—”
She looked at me queerly. I saw
her lips trembling and the tears swim
ming up in her eyes. She 3wayed
toward me and I caught her in my
arms.
"Oh, Humphrey,” she sobbed, “when
will it all end? I am so tired, so
tired.”
She buried her head on my shoul
der, her frail form shaken with a storm
of weeping. She was like a feather
in my arms, so slender, so ethereal.
"She has broken down at last.” I
thought. “What can I do without her
help?”
But I soothed and comforted her.
till she pulled herself bravely together
and recuperated mentally as quickly
as she was wont to do physically. •
"1 ought to be ashamed of my
self,” she said. Then added, with the
whimsical smile 1 adored, “but I am
only one small woman.”
(TO EE CONTINUED.)
LAKES SWALLOWED BY SAND
v'alleys of Northwestern Nevada Have
in the Past Absorbed Immense
Volumes of Water.
The large prehistoric lake which
Hooded a number of the valleys of
northwestern Nevada at a very recent
geologic date, but has now passed
tway, was named Lake Lahontan, in
sonor of Baron La Hontan, one of
the early explorers of the headwaters
pf the Mississippi. The lake covered
Approximately 8,400 square miles at its
greatest expansion, and in its deepest
part, the present site of Pyramid lake,
it was at least 880 feet deep—that is,
its surface stood approximately 000
feet above the present water surface
pf Pyramid lake. The ancient lake
had no outlet except the one that led
Itraight up, Its waters being dissipat- J
Ad entirely by evaporation a large
prea a few miles north of Winnemuc
pa is covered with sand-dunes formed
lince the disappearance of Lake La
tontan. The dunes are fully seventy
|ve feet thick, and their steeper slopes
are ou the east side, thus indicating
that the whole vast field of sand is
slowly traveling eastward. This prog
ress has necessitated a number of
changes in the roads in the southern
part of Little Humboldt valley during
recent years. In some places in this
region the telegraph poles have been
buried so deeply that they have had to
be spliced in order to keep the wires
above the crests of the dunes. The
sand is of a light creamy-yellow color
and forms beautifully curved ridges
and waves that are covered with a
fretwork of wind ripples, and many of
these ridges are marked in the most
curious manner by the footprints of
animals, which form strange hiero
glyphics that are sometimes difficult
to translate.
Didn’t Want to Overdo It.
'Tse gwine to a sprize party to
night, Miss Sally.”
“What will you take for a present?"
."Well, we didn’t cal-late on talcin’
no present. Yo’ see, we didn’t want
to sprize ’em too much.”—Farming
Business.
EASY TO DETECT THE LIAR
Scientific Tests Have Shown How
Plainly a Deviator From the Truth
May Be Distinguished.
When a man is telling a lie he
breathes differently from when he is
telling the truth. The difference was
discovered by means of some tests
made upon his students by Professor
Benussl of Italy.
He prepared cards bearing letters,
figures and diagrams and distributed
these among his pupils. These were
required to describe the cards cor
rectly, except in certain cases when
the cards were marked with a red
star, and the students receiving them
were required to describe them falsely.
Each student was watched carefully
by his fellows, who, ignorant of the
nature of the card, tried to judge from
his manner whether he was telling the
truth or not. The watchers were un
able to judge with any certainty.
Under the direction of Professor
Benussi the time occupied in Inspira
tion and expiration was measured.
and the measurement wag taken again
immediately after he finished. It was
found that the utterance of a false j
statement always increased and the \
utterance of a true statement always
diminished the quotient obtained by
dividing the time of inspiration by the
time of expiration.
Dr. Anton Rose, commenting on
these results, remarks that the dis
covery furnishes a certain criterion
between truth and falsehood. For
even a clever liar is likely to fail in
an attempt to escape detection by
breathing irregularly, Professor Be
nussi having discovered that men are
unable voluntarily to change their res
piration so as to affect the result.
Close to the Truth.
A friend came to visit us one eve
ning and became much attached to my
little niece, who is three years old.
She was asked: “How would you like
to visit me some time, dear? I live
in a big boarding house." The child
replied quickly: “Oh, I know what
that is. You sit alone in one room
and eat in the basement "— Exchange.
THE EUROPEAN WAR A
YEAR AGO THIS WEEK
June 5, 1915.
French made important gains
north of Arras and in Labyrinth,
and retook Souchez sugar refinery.
Left wing of Austro-Germans
threatening Lemberg checked by
Russians.
Fierce battle on Isonzo at Tol
mino.
German Taube bombed Calais.
June 6, 1915.
French made further big gains
DUt were repulsed on Lorette
slopes.
Austrians defended Tolmino des
perately.
Italians failed to cross Isonzo
near Sagrado.
Zeppelin raided east coast of
England; 24 killed.
June 7, 1915.
Germans lost more ground to the
French at Neuville-3t. Vaast and
the Labyrinth.
Teutons crossed the Dniester.
Italians made general advance
across the Isonzo from Caporetto
to the sea.
Austrians retook Freikofel from
Italians.
Turks beat allies near Sedd-ul
Bahr.
Sub. Lieut. Warneford destroyed
Zeppolin in duel 6,000 feet in air.
Italian dirigible bombarded Pola.
. _ y *'
June 8, 1915.
French made advances south of
Arras and in the Labyrinth.
Teutons pushed back Russians in
East Galicia.
Secretary of State Bryan re
signed, disapproving president's
policy toward Germany.
German submarine sank six more
vessels.
Austrian aeroplane bombarded
Venice.
June 9, 1915.
French gained at Neuville-St.
Vaast and the Forest of Le Pretre.
Austro-Germans took Stanislau.
Italians captured Monfalcone.
Allies landed more troops at
Sedd-ul-Bahr, Gallipoli.
Second American Lusitania note
sent to Germany.
British destroyed German subma
rine.
German submarine sank British
steamer Lady Salisbury.
June 10, 1915.
Germans took French trenches
near Souain and Les Mesnil.
Russians forced Germans to re
treat in Baltic provinces and ad
vanced in Galicia.
Teutons in Bukowina crossed the
Pruth.
Italians occupied Podestagno,
north of Cortina.
Two British torpedo boats and
many other vessels sunk by Ger
man submarines.
Germany insisted the W. P. Frye
case go before a prize court.
June 11, 1915.
Russians defeated Macken*sen’s
army and hurled Linsingen's army
across the Dniester.
Italians took Ploeken.
Fierce fighting for Goritz and
along the Isonzo.
Severe fighting near Maidos, Gal
lipoli.
Garua, German West Africa, sur
rendered to Anglo-French force.
Turkish cruiser Miduliu sank
Russian destroyer in Biack sea.
WORTH KNOWING
Children from sanitary homes ad
vance more rapidly in school than
those from dirty premises.
Quicksilver is 13% times heavier
than water.
Every square mile of sea is esti
mated to contain about 120,000,000
fish.
The 12 countries having the least
blindness are as follows: Belgium
(before the war) had 43 blind persona
to every 100,000 of the population;
Canada, 44; Netherlands, 46; Saxony
47; New Zealand, 47; Western Ans
tralia, 50; Hongkong, 51; Prussia, 52;
Denmark, 52; Germany, 00; New
South Wales, 60, and the United
States, 62.
Except that of China, San Marine J
has the longest national hymn.
Extensive asphalt beds have been j
uncovered in Honduras.
The United States public health
service has trapped 615,744 rodents it
New Orleans in the past 18 months.
The failure of the mortality rates
of measles and whooping cougli to
show a reduction during the last IE
years is due to the fact that they are
highly communicable in their early
stage, when diagnosis is most difficult
An induction balance has been de
vised for the purpose of locating
buried shells in the soil of the former
battlefield, so that the farmer may gc
over it safely with the plow.
Educational Scheme.
"I’m in favor of this proposition tc
have graphophones in the public
schools.”
“Are, eh?"
“Yes, it will give the history a
chance to repeat itself."—Louisville
Courier-Journal.
Undaunted. X
“The local police department states
that it is not prepared to make thumb
print tests.”
“What’s to be done?"
“Oh, it is still prepared to deduce."
t>. MW?/ GRAHAM BONNER
^ o» rxi »JT- jr .
GNOME HAS PIG SCHOOL.
j “A little Gnome named 'Snips’
: thought he would like to start a
! School. The Pupils he wanted were
the Pigs.
“So one fine day he v.ent to alf the
Pigpens in the neighborhood aad
I talked to the Mother and Daddy Pigs.
“ ‘Now you know,' he said, 'you sure
ly want your Children to know some
thing besides how to dig in the mud.’
“ 'Well,' said Mrs. Fatty Pig (she
was named that because she was the
i fattest Pig in the country around), 'I
don't know that I care whether my
Children know anything or not. If
they don't know anything, they don’t
know they’re missing things—and
I then they never have to worry or hur
J ry or scurry.'
“You see Mrs. Fatty Pig was so fat.
I all she wanted to do was to lie
around and eat and sleep.
"So Snips asked Mrs. Fatty’s Pig's
Husband what he thought about it,
and all Mr. Fatty Pig did was to grunt
| at everything Snips said.
"But when he began to talk to a few
of the younger Pigs they quite liked
! the idea of going to School each day,
| and as the Mothers and Daddies didn’t
mind at all one way or the other, the
very next morning all the young Pigs
arrived at Snips' School.
“The Schoolhouse was an old Tree
which had fallen down and which was
TO"" I
! They All Sat Along the Sides of the
T ree.
j hollow. They all sat along the sides
! of the Tree with their slates of smooth
j stones and their pencils of cut stones,
' which made white marks.
I " ‘Now,’ said Snips, 'I have always
| liked Pigs and I want to do all X can
for you. You must surely come every
! morning to School, though, for every
lesson will be most important, and I
| don’t want to hear of any little Pig
staying away unless he is too sick to
walk.
“ ’In the first place we are going to j
learn what words mean and how to
spell them. Now take your own fam
ily name, for example. Pig—well that
name is thought to mean by some
People anyone who is greedy and
grabs everything he can. Such a bad
idea to get of your Family. 1 know
it’s quite untrue, so we must make
other People believe it’s untrue too.
“ ‘You see so many of your Family
are lazy. We don’t want to think what
our Mothers and Daddies do is wrong
—no, that wouldn't do. But your
Mothers and Daddies were, brought up
wrong by People. They were put into
dirty pens, and they thought it was
quite right to be dirty.
" ‘So the next thing we must learn
is to be nice and clean. Write down
on your slates: "Pigs must not bo
greedy,” and “We must be clean and
wash our faces and our feet every
day before School, and after play and
before meals.’
“And when the Fairies heard that I
Snips was holding School each day
for the Pigs they were delighted
Snips said that they would give an
entertainment each month for the
Fairies to see how the Pigs got along
in school. And now a fine set of Pigs
are working hard for their next month
ly entertainment.”
DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO
Three-Year-Old Minnie Was Much Re
lieved When Mother Couldn't
Think of Suitable Punishment.
Little three-year-old Minnie could re
peat nursery rhymes and talk like an
old woman. One day, having done
something strictly against orders, her
mother said: "Minnie, I really don't
kuow what I had better do to you.”
Drawing a long breath of relief the lit
tle miss said, i’m awful glad you
don't, mamma,” and marched off, tak
ing it for granted that the matter was
settled.
FIRST EXPERIENCES IN TOWN
Little Girl Discovers That “Next Door
Is Fastened to Our House”_Boy
Don't Like the Sidewalks.
A little girl whose parents had re
cently moved from country to town,
rind who is now enjoying her first ex
perience in living in a street, said:
' This is a very queer place. Next
door is fastened to our house."
Her younger brother added his im
pression by declaring: "I like to live
where the sidewalks have edges.”—
Brooklyn Eagle.
Satisfied as He Was.
“Papa,” said small Tommy, “our Sun
day school teacher read that we must
all be born again." “Well?” queried
his father. "But I don't want to be
born again,” said the little fellow.
“Why not?” asked his father. “Be
cause," answered Tommy, "I’m afraid
I might be born a girl.”
Cause of Sourness.
Mamma Nina, dear, you must no*
drink that milk. It's sour.
Nina (aged four)—Why. mamma
has the old cow been eating pickles?
Feel
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Or - - —
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REFUSED TO TAKE CHANCES
Old Gentleman Had Come to Conclu
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on His Paying Mortgage.
When Uncle George Pence, cham
pion teller of tales at the statehouse.
was auditor of Bartholomew county
some years ago, an old German in the
neighborhood owed a school-fund mort
gage of $80 and religiously came to the
auditor's office at each interest-paying
period to pay the small interest.
The records showed that the old Ger
man had owed the mortgage for more
than thirty years, and he was rather
well-to-do.
One day, when he appeared to nay
his interest. Auditor Pence asked him
why he did not pay the $80 and stop
paying interest.
The old man said he had started to
pay that mortgage three times in the
last thirty years and that each time
he had made up his mind to pay it
and had started out to do it, one of his
sons had died.
”1 am never going to pay it now.” he
said, solemnly.—Indianapolis News.
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After the Accident.
"Where am I?"
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"What make was it?"
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made.”
"Ah, I remember—it struck me as a
fine car."—Florida Times-Union.
The wise small boy laughs best
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