Nebraska advertiser. (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, November 09, 1882, Image 7

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Q. W. FAIHBROTIIEIIAOO,, Proprietor
AUBURN, I NEBRASKA.
A PARABLE.
A Hturdy Btronm flowed fast along.
"Twos merry na it mower's song:
Jto look was Rind. Its wuves wore brlubfe.
And broko in drops of purest light.
Ovor lis surface, nil tho way,
Tho blossoms lwut In sweet array:
iJ,ff1.lvJJ.t,lom k,ssost cool unil lloct,
w hloh loft thorn still innro puro nnd sweot
'Thl traveler was bo kind and truo
That It would any servlco do.
'Though ft onliatod cvory brook,
It nlwnys gnvo more than It took;
1 bin lived u llfo of gracious giving
And grew each day to grcntcr living.
A. pool of water, stagnant, still,
Lay listlessly boncnth a hill.
It nerved no purposo auvo to nurso
Ho woods, which made its visago worso:
For foul noss waa upon Its faco,
And beauty shrank from MI tho placb.
On Nature's falrnca 'twas a blot,
-A most uiiwholoBoino. ovll spot:
And all becauso It Idlo lay,
-Contontod in itself all day.
Supplied by n few llttlo rills,
Jt looked them up nm.ing tho hills,
And, always asking, nevor giving,
It daily died and thought It living-.
Thus generous souls llvo llko tho first,
HiitBolfNt ones dio soir-accurscd.
C. 11. Crand iM, in N. 1". Independent,
A BURIK1) TALE.ST.
Marringo seemed to havo entirely ox
Singuishcd Mrs. Montgomery's musical
lalont. This lady's ability hud scemoil
unusual, anil had boon carefully
fosterod and developed by wiso parents
and tho most accomplished teachers at
homo and abroad. She had thoroughly
mastered tho principles of harmony,
-and had oven taken to looking Into con
trapuntal depths, than which nothing
more need bo sad to show her devotion
to hor art. She had more than onco
enjoyed tho honor of playing for tho
most distinguished musical society in
tho country, and had acquitted herself
-with tho greatest cred t. But now, af
ter eight years of married life, this lady
"was in tho habit of declining all invita
tions to play by tho repetition of tho
liacknoyed anil exasperating excuso,
that sho was "entirely out of practice."
Mrs. Montgomery's cares could hard
ly be responsible for this serious remiss
ness. Sho was tho mother of thrco
healthy, happy children, and tho wife
of ti man whose interests were centered
in his family, and with means enough to
support it in luxury. Mrs. Montgomery's
musical talent had been tho first at
traction to the gentleman who after
ward becamo hor husband. Ho was not
ii muscian himself, but oxtromoly fond
of music, and nn oxcollent critic. Mrs.
Montgomery had played occasionally
for hor husband for tho first two or
three years, but these treats had bo
come less and less frequent, and had
finally ceased altogether. Her husband
had coaxed, and reasoned, and somo
times scolded. Ho had used all tho in
fluence ho possossod to induco hor to keep
up her practice, but to no purpose. It
seemed to Mr. Montgomery that his
-wife was totally indillercnt to the art
she had onco worshi ed, and, moro
than this, that sho was entirely indif
fcront to his foolings on tho subject
If Mr. Montgomery told himsolf some
times that ho had been cheated, it is
certainly not to bo wondored at.
This gentleman was in tho habit now
of declining all invitations to musiculcs,
sind it was only when tho old longing
for sweet strains becamo insatiable that
ho allowed himsolf to livo over tho past
again at a concert or an oratorio.
Ono morning an invitation to a
musical soiree was brought in to tho
oozy room where Mr. and Mrs. Mont
gomery and their children wore taking
breakfast.
"Well," said tho wife, after examin
ing tho .programme, "you can go if
you please."
Her vis-a-vis responded, with a ring
in his voico which was easy to inter
pret. But I shall decline."
"There is going to bo somo good
rxnusie," said Mrs. Montgomery, "and
it soems a pity not to go.
"It is a pity," tho gentleman ro-.-spo.nded,
with considerable bittcrnoss,
"but you aro wholly to blamo for it."
" Oh, Dick! how unreasonable you
:aro!" was the doprocating answor. "I
wish you could put yourself in my
place for just onco. You have no moro
conception of my work and responsi
bilities than little Dick has." And
!Mrs. Montgomery drew tho urchin's
Tiigh chair a littlo noaror tho table.
'Why, Richard, thero is something to
do all i ho time. I try to keep your
liougo nice, dear, and your company
-well entertained, and your children
sweot and presontab c. There isn't a
.servant in tho establishment who works
as hard and as unremittingly as I do."
" Berlha, I could endure to see tho
childron in. Calico, and sometimes not
quite tidy. I could manago on ono
meal a day very nicely, indeed, and
I could livo comfortably without
visitors, liut I shall nover bo
come accustomed or reconciled to
my wife ad a housokoopor
and a mothor only. I was given thq
right to oxpoct something moro, and
-while I may bo obliged to livo my life
without it, you may as well understand
that I am not and nover shall bo satis
fied." These wore hard words, and Mrs.
Montgomery's oyes filled with tears.
" But, Richard," sho began again,
after a littlo pause, "every ono will toll
you that it is impossible for a wife and a
mother to kocp up hor music. No ono
vor does. If you had moro compre
hension of a woman's work ypu would
see it waa out of tho quostion,"
" You were given a talent of a very
high order, Bortha, and you havo delib
erately buried it. I seem to bo tho
only MilXaror at present, but this will
not always be so, I am sure. There must
bo a penalty proportionate to that of
fenso as to others."
That morning after Mr. Montgomery
left tho houso his wife sat down before
hor grand p ano and attempted ono
of the simplest of Mendelsohn's Metier
ohnc Work, but though tho old expres
sion was there tho once supplo fim'ors
wero still' and awkward, and after ahi'lf
hour of practice sho roso, and closed tho
instrument in disgust.
"Four hours a day for a year might
bring back a littlo of tho old power of
execution," sho told horsolf. But what
would become of tho houso and tho
childron should sho set herself to such
a task? Impracticable; imiwssiblo.
A day or twoaftor this Air. Montgom
ery brought home a friend to dinnor.
Tho guest was an old lady whom Rich
ard had not scon since his boyhood.
Sho had lived for a score of years in
Colorado, and was now seventy yenrs
old. Tho conversation turned naturally
to music. Bertha was too straight-forward
and honest to bo in tho least adroit,
but sho did uso all tho tact sho pos
sossod to turn tho tiilo of talk into a
moro agreeable channel. No uso. It
lingered awhile, an I swayed irresolute
ly hither and thither, but only to re
turn with redoubled force to tho old
placo.
"I felt so happy, my dear," tho old
lady at last found a chance to remark,
"when I heard that my boy Richard
had married a musician. I can remem
ber when ho used to sit in my parlor,
and sit, and sit, listening to my playing
till I was often obliged to send him
homo. I used to toll him that ho would
fatiguo a musical giant. It was always
more, please, moro, moro.' Is ho still
as hungry for music as in thoso old
days?"
"I haven' t kept up my music," Mrs.
Montgomery replied, with burning
cheeks, "though I have reason to bo
liovo that Dick is just as fond of it as ho
used to be."
" I think I have heard that you played
in public," Mrs. La Forco inquired, a
slight wonderment apparent only in hor
fine old oyes.
" Yes, a littlo."
"Did you enjoy it?"
Bertha's oyes kindled with real pleas
ure. "It was the keenest enjoyment I had
ever had," sho answered. " I oxpeeted
to bo entirely ovorcomo with fright,
but I never felt moro at homo in my
.ifc."
"Yes, Bertha played without notes,
and with an orchestra," Mr. Montgom
ery remarked, with considerable prido.
" Well, that was somothing to attain
to," Baid Mrs. La Force.
After dinner Mr. Montgomery had an
hour or two's business to attend to, and
tho ladies wero left alone.
Mrs. La Force examined tho number
less pretty things in Mrs. Montgomery's
drawing-room, spoko of tho pictures
with critical appreciation, and at last
halted at the music-rack.
"I sco you havo all my pots," sho
remarked" at last.
Mrs. Montgomery was somewhat as
tonished. Sho mado a point of pur
chasing all tho now music by tho best
authors, and ono of Mrs. La Forco' s
especial admirations was a difficult and
wonderfully woiru selection from Lo
hengrin. "And has 'the music of tho future'
found admirers in Colorado?" tho
hostess inquiied.
"Colorado has kept pace with the times
in music as in everything o!se," tho old
lady replied, putting on hor spectacles
as she spoke, " anil all good music is
necessarily tho music of the future."
With this she seated herself at tho
piano.
" I havo enjoyed this solection moro
than I can tell you." and now tho
wrinkled old hands came down on tho
keys with a power which mado her
companion thrill with astonishment.
On wont the performer with a clearness
of touch, a dopth of expression, and a
facility of execution which would
shame many a professional, until
Bertha, trembling in every nerve,
drow near, to see as well as to hear.
"Oh! dear!" sho exclaimed, as tho
old lady struck tho last chord of the bo
wi'doring finis. "Oh dear mo! how
beautiful!" and then tho usually sclf-posso-scd
and dignified Bertha Mont
gomery buried her faco in her hands,
and wept bitterly.
"Why! why!" said the old lady;
"what is tho matter?"
"Oh! nothing I don't know!" was
tho incoherent answor. "Don't mind
mo. Go on playing, ploaso."
" I think wo had better talk a while,"
said Mrs. La Force, taking a seat by her
companion. "If I wore nearor your
ago it might porhlips be safer for our
continued friendship if I ignored tho
real causo of your breakdown. It wasn' t
Lohengrin, my dear, neither was it my
interpretation of tho.seloetion. It was
a heart-wail ovor tho gravo of your lost
talent. I feel as if 1 could weep with
you, for to mo such a gravo is the sad
dest of all graves."
" Bnt, Mrs La Forco, you must know
something of my duties, my responsibil
ities, as wife, mother and housokoopor,
and all tho rest of it," Mrs. Montgom
ery sobbed. "I thought I was doing my
best"
"Music was my ono talent," Mrs. La
Forco resumed, "and to that I havo
clung with all tho enorgy I possessed.
Perhaps somo of my ideas in this con
nection may seem strange to you; but,
my child, a great share ot my work has
boon done with roforenco to another
state of existence. I don't know that
I can give you any reason for this fool
ing except tho faith that is in me, but it
is clear to mo that the same rules of har
mony and musical composition obtain
in the sphere to which wo aro tending
as in this ono. Tho musician horo must
be tho musician thero. You seo, my
dear, that 1 havo a very laudable ambi
tion to start right."
" But do you really believe all this?"
Mrs. Montgomery inquired, hor ejoa
bright with wondor and tears.
From tho bottom of my heart I
cannot conceive of a world whore knowl
edge is not obtained by labor. All that
I havo achlovcd in musio has boon by
hnrd, persistent toll, and it is impossible
that such labor can bo wasted. Somo
ono might answor that tho growth of
the spirit in pationco and tho other vir
tues was compensation enough. It docs
not appear so to mo. If I am given a
talent, and I cultivate that talout to tho
best of my ability, it is mino forovor
for all it is worth. I am suro of it"
" But, my dear Mrs. La Force," Ber
tha took ono of tho old lady's
hands in hors and tonderly klssod'it,
"if you are a musician in Heaven you
can not play with thoso hands. So what
will it avail that you have brought thorn
to this stato of perfection m execu
tion?" "My dear, I shall havo hands, and
they will bo all the better for my pur
poso because of what these havo accom
plished. This is ono of the details that
does not disturb mo in tho least. This
is all that concerns mo; I was given a
talent, and I havo done tho best 1 could
with it under very dilllcult circum
stances. To my mind tho conclusion is
as logical as it is comforting."
Tho next day Mrd. Montgomery went
to work in earnest; and though thoro
wero no confidences betwoon husband
and wife in tho matter thoro came to bo
a bolter understand ng. Mr. Montgom
ery somet.mes heard tlio piano as ho on
tcred tho hoir-o, but tho sound of his
stops was suro to put an end to tho prac
ticing. After a while Mrs. Montgom
ery used occasionally to invito her hus
band to listen to some now piece, or an
old favorite, and after a few months of
d ligent praetico tho longed-for improv
isations wero resumed. At this crisis
Mr. Montgomery's doiight was pathetic
to witness.
Mrs. Montgomery found less timo for
embroidery, and thoro woro fewer tucks
in tho children's clothes, but nothing
suflbrod that nocded hor care. Tho
dinners woro us well appointed, and
guests as hospitably entertained as in
tho days when tlioso duties occupied
mo&tof tho housekeeper's time.
"Mr-". La Forco did it all," Bertha
told her husband ono evening, after
electrifying a parlor full of pooplo, hor
husband included, "nnd I want to go
to Colorado and play for hor. Her
philo ophy is a littlo too much for mo,
though I don't sco why it shouldn't bo
true, still"
Mr. Montgomery finished tho sontenco
with a kiss. Eleanor Kirk; in Chris
tian Union.
A Swallow Story Hard to Swallow.
Tho story of the Westerly swallows
recalled to tho mind of a resident of
Providom'o another story concerning
these eurious birds. "Nearly sixty
years ago," said ho, in substance,
" when I was living in tho town of
Litchfield, Me., tho occurrence of which
I am about to toll you took placo. My
father's house was on tho old post road
connecting tho towns of Brunswick and
Augusta and about half way betwoon
those places. Early in tho autumn my
father noticed largo numbers of swal
lows for several days flying over his
farm to tho north. Similar llights of
tho birds had in other years boon no
ticod by residents of tho vicinity, and
comparison of testimony showed that
tho swallows woro evidently flying to
a common center not far away. Tho
fiiglit had continued two or three days,
when my fathor and two or three of Ids
neighbors determined to solve tho mys
tery. Starting about livo o'clock ono
aftbruoon, thoy followed tho direction
taken by tho birds, and camo to tho
edge of a grove. Hero thoy woro aston
ished to seo hosts of swallo'ws coming in
from all directions and disappearing
through a hole in tho top of tho tall and
lifeless trunk of a basswood tree. Tho
aperture where tho birds entered tho
tree was about thirty feet from tho
ground, was six inches or so in diam
eter, and was evidently caused by tho
breaking oil' of a rotten limb. Tho
farmors, having noticod that none of the
birds camo out, but woro con
stantly go'ng in, went homo more
nizzlod than ovor. A day or
wo after, when tho matter had
been talked over among tho farmers,
sevoral of them returned to tho tree,
my father among tho number, w'th tho
intent'on of cutting it down. Thoy set
to work to foil tho tree. Only a" fow
birds seemed to bo disturbed or fright
ened away by tho action of tho
farmers, and tho tree finally fell
to tho ground. Tho farmors woro
utterly astoundod to find it nothing
but a hollow shell, and filled
from bottom to top with dead swallows.
Tho tree was about 2J feet in diameter
and about thirty feet in length from the
base to the aperture whore tho birds
had been seen to o'ntor, and it was esti
mated that tho bodies of tho swallows
found in tho hollow trunk would aggre
gate ton bushels! They wero tho com
mon white-breasted swallow, mostly, al
though .thoro woro qu to a number of
marten swullows among thom. Why
the birds camo there is a mystery
that was nover solvod. That tho strnnga
all'air actually happened I am quite
realty to prove; and though, lor per
sonal reasons, I prefer to withhold my
name from tho public prints, I am
willing that all persons who desiro a
verification of tho story should bo re
ferred to me." Tho reporter's in
formant is an elderly gentleman of un
doubted voracity, is now seventy-eight
years of ago, has been in business in
Providenco for forty years, and is well
know in tho commercial circles of tho
city. Ho was born and brought up in
tho houso above mentioned as his
father's, in Litchfiold, Mo., living thoro
until ho was eighteen years of ago; ho
vividly remembers tho romarkablo ovent
which' ho has desoribed. Provultnct
(7f. ) Proa.
Youths' Department.
A REALIZED HOPE.
O doar, It's vory
bant, Indeed, to alt b cro pa
iioimr,
And ace that heartless llttlo
for her teal
girl eatchlokon
Sho don't know how to tako a hint, for I
Biild "How-wow,"
And no ono could look hungrier than
baro
1 am
looking now.
It aurcly Ian drum-stick thataho'a holding In
her baud,
If I bad that I'd bo tho bapplost puppy In tho
land!
I wonder If sho heara mo crying aoftly through
my noso;
I'd yelp nut If I darod, but It would never do,
1 s'poso.
Ma had somo meat llko that ono day, and I
gnawed it, but since thou
She's watched mo, and l'vo never bad a single
chance again.
I'vo dreamed of it somotlmosl inp jop
Twould movo n henrtof Btonn,
That I'm too old lor bread and milk, and yet
too young for bono.
Perhaps If I should ooino up near, nnd piny n
llttlo trtek,
My mistress would tbrowdownnblto: butnol
"Twill mnko him slok"
Thut's what she always says, and sho laughs at
my big head and feet.
'Twould servo her right If I should go nntl get
lost In tho sti oct.
yo
tool
There riniiwii bono I whined so hnrd, I do bo-
llovo sho know.
My, wind a noise I With tooth llko thnt, n pug
llko mo deserves
Somothing beyond such trashy stuff as pickles
nnd preserves.
CJira Ia)h(o liuridutm, In St. JN(ctwla.
FLOWERS;
"Ah, if I only lived in n great oity,
or near ono, where thoy have a Flower
Mission!" sighed Alice, as sho looked
into tho heart of a whito rose and took
a long snitr of its per funic. Sho hud
been hearing and reading about this
beautiful charity and had warmed at
tho thought of Bonding light into dark
places and happiness to thoso to whom
littlo but sorrow ovor camo. Sho was
talking to herself on hor way to school.
"It's such a swcol, bountiful way of
doing good nothing unpleasant or
hard about it I'd havo tho grandest
garden! all pinks and roses ana pansics
and geraniums. And heliotrope and
mignonette, too yes, thoro' d havo to
bo Bomothimj sweot-smolling in ovory
bunch. I'u scud boskot-fulls overy
day!"
" Oh-h-h, how prottvl" said a voico
vory near as slin passed. Sho had gone
a littlo out of, her way to loavo a mes
sage at the tumble-down row of houses
in ono of which lived tho washer
woman. In tho window next to hors
was a pale, thin littlo fn'0 looking out.
"Did you speak to mo?" asked Alice,
looking up.
" No I only thought thorn was real
pretty," said tho owner of tho face
pointing with a hand just as thin to tho
llowors.
" Aro you sick?"
"I was burnt, a long, long timo
ago."
Alice saw that her other hand was
bandaged and that .thoro was a scar on
ono side of the poor faco. Sho remem
bered having heard of tho littlo thing
being terribly burnt, months ago . it
seomod to her, as indeed it was. How
Alice's heart went out in tendorest
sympathy us sho thought of what weary
days of suffering sho must havo worn
through since.
"Here," sho said, "don't you want
thesoP"
A littlo color camo into hor cheeks as
Alice placed thom in her hand. She
had no moro timo to wait, but nodding
and saying: "f'll bring you somo more
if you like them," gave hor message
anil ran on to school.
Going around that way as sho wont
homo in tho afternoon she saw only ono
rose and bud of those she had given,
on the window-sill stuck, in nn old
bottle.
"I give tho rest of 'em to tho poor
body next door," said littlo Maggio,
"sho don't havo nobody to bo good to
hor, you soo!"
Tho noxt morning Alice left homo
early, having her niothor's permission
to call on Maggio. Sho now wont into
her room, and now hor heart surk at
sight of its discomfort. Tho air was
close and stilling from having been oc
cupied all night, and tho cooli-stove in
tlio shed behind added its heat to that
of the summer sun. Dirt and disorder
seemed lo havo taken up their abode
hero and found themselves at homo.
Alice's bright faco and bright flowers
seemed to bring freshness with thom.
"Look," sho said, "l'vo brought you
this to put your flowers in, you must
keep it for your own."
Sho showed a protty littlo vase, ono
of tho treasures of hor doll-houso. It
had cost her something of a struggle to
bring it, out sno mid remembered tlial
tho real spirit of giving always includes
Bclf-dcnial somo giving up of what is
doar to ono's self and liad begun to ro
lloct that tho mero giving of llowors of
which sho had plenty, or any other
"sweet, beautiful way of doing good,"
was not the Master's way. Sho sat down
by tho bod from which Maggio had not
yet risen to bo helped to her all-day seat
by tho window.
" uo you know mat an tnese pretty
flowers mean something?"
Maggioshook hor head with anon.orgy
which seemed to say sho did -not know
very much, indeed!
" Woll I m going to toll you thoy
all Bay something to us if wc only know
what it is; mamma'told mo. Hero's a
heliotrope; justsmoll it! that means: 'I
lovo you.' This darling littlo pansy
sco how it seems to be smiling up at you
it says: 'Think of mo.' Now these
roses mean a good many tilings, somo
mean beauty, and Fomo grace, and ono
kind of a roso means proud. This violet
means lovo, too a good many llorers
havo lovo for a meaning."
that her mother peopod in in wonder to
ice what waa the matter,
Littlo Maggie hurst into such a laugqi
"An1 tndado It's mnny n lon day
slnco l'vo hoard Mich n sound from tho
chl'.t!" sho whlsporod to hnrsolf.
" I didn't know llowors cou d talk,'
laughed Maggio, as Allco wont on:
"This swoot briar means sympa'hy
that you know, is when pooplo aro sor
ry for you when you'ro siok or sorry.
And hero's a bit of mignonotto, that
smells sweot, too, and it says I don't
romombor just tho wonls mamma told
mo but it's all tho same as You look
ovor so nlco but you'ro ovor bo much
nicer thnn you look.' "
"That's just like you," said Maggio,
looking earnestly into her llttlo visitor's)
faco as her mother camo with her break
fast and Allco got up to say good-bye.
But after putting tho llowors in tho vao
hor oyos foil on Maggie's breakfast.
How poor and unappetizing tho corn
moal mush with its drop of blue skim
milk looke t to Allco, woo romombored
tho tempting trays hor mother proparod
for hor when she was not woll. Sho
opened hor luu h-baskot nnd took out n
custard in a cup which was packed in
bosldo tho sandwiches and cako.
"Horo," sho said, "Nora bakes ono
for mo 'most overy morning oarly oo as
to havo It cool, l'vo got plenty bo
sides." Aftor that tho choicest morsel from
tho baskot was many a time left with
Maggio, novor known to Alice's mother,
for tho littlo girl know that if it wero
moro good things would be put in, and
hor kindly little tioart waslcarnlngdoar
ly to prize its llttlo labqr of lovo for tho
Master's sake alono. She brought tho
book of tho "Language of Flowers" to
Maggio, who whiled away many a weary
hour in spelling out tlio fanciful mean
ings givon to tho precious things which
brought such brightness into her shad
owed littlo life. And Allco boforo lon;
found her way to tho "poor body next
door" who had "nobody to bo good to
her."
"Your llowor-misslon lasts vory into
in tho soason, Alice" somo ono said.
mooting tho sweot-facod littlo lassie as
she carried a bunch of while chrysan
themums to Moggie, knowing sho would
hunt in hor book till sho lound their
language was "Truth."
"iV tlowor-ml8slonl" Alloo lookod
up with an astonished smile as tho
sponkor jmsscd on. She had nover
dreamed before that sho had a llowor
misslon of hor own.-Syilncy JJayre in
Cliicayo Standard,
Dot Oaf or coat.
Ho was a full-blooded Amorioan, anil
ho had seen second-bund and "hand-mo-down"
clothing dealers in his life
time, and gone them one bettor.
Ho entered the Israelite shop, and
performing tho Masoniu sign manual of
the Jew, by elevating his hand to tho
lnvol of his car and slink ng it parallel
to his shouldurs, exclaimed: How you
vas, mino froudtP"
"Ivas notso voll," ropliod Mosos.
"llaf you a forty-fivo dollar oafor
coat vot vas make to order for a stu
dont, vot you vill soil mo for dreo dol
lars?" Mosos looked at tho would-bo pur
chaser from head to foot "Vas you an
orphan?"
" No, I vas no orphan; but I haf a
brudder mit Sehaltam street vot soils
goods vot vas an orphan."
"I think you vas givo mo tnfiy."
"Well, how about that overcoat, old
mnnP" suggested the prospcotivo pur
chaser, in rouular U. S. language.
" Isaac, vill you show tho geutlomun
dot mako-to-ordor Brinco Albert oafor
cont, vot you puy vono veok ago mit dot
htudentr
Tho coal was produced and thorough
ly inspected.
" You vill soil dot coat for dreo dol
larsP" asked tho purchas r.
"How could I do dot, mino frondtP
Dot coat vas cost ma dwonty dollar. I
could not soil him to mino brudder for
loss than dwenty-flfo."
" Perhaps your sister would tako it
oft your hands for fifteen," suggostoil
tho buyor.
" But I haf no sister," said Mosos. "I
think you vas no puy dot coat; you vas
come here mitshoaks on mo."
"Now, mino frondt," commenced tho
buyer, again giving tho sign manual,
'vot vas tho least monish vot you tako
mit dot coat? '
Moses' faco brightened. "I vas sell
dot coat for fifteen dollar; but if youofor
dell a lilin' soul vot you pay for him I
Vas a ruined man."
' I haf loss dot gombination mit mino
safe, but I vas gir you a life-dollar noto
from mino bookct-book."
" I could not sell dot oaforcoat for
loss dan ten dollar," said Mosos. "I
vas loso a ten-dollar pill milium thon?"
"Will you tako tho V?" askod tho pur
chaser, as ho got to tho door.
" I-aac, you may do up tho oaforcoat
for tlio gentleman. He is a boouliar
frondt mit me." The Judge.
In asking tho prayors of his con-
f;rogation for tho Lord Primato, tho
tahhi of the South Manchester (En
fhind) synagoguo said: "Thank
leaven tho present timo can boast of .
men who may bo said to adorn tho
Church of Kngland, and, with it man of
such tolerant principles at tho head,
thero is little or no chanco of that
grand doctrine, the foundation of n
country's prosperity tho rbghtof relig
ious equality ovor being violated."
" Grandpa, tho sun is brightor In
summor than in winter, is it not?"
"Yes; nnd it's warmer, and enjoys bet
tor health." ' Why doo.s it enjoy bet.
tcrhoalthP" "Becauso it gets up can
lior."
Tho father of a Now York bolle has
i secured linr n. hunbnnd bv nromisini? hoi
j a wedding outfit costiug $12U00. N
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