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CHAPTER II. (Continued.)
In a moment the kitten, n little the
Worse for wear nml tenr, was unfoly in
lier ml3tiess' arms, nml a great fuss
did nhe make over It. In the midst of
It, Dick Alymcr, knowing that hla
fretful horso was dancing about on
the other side of the house, H.ild good
by again and escaped. "And, by Jove!"
ho said, as he tinned out of tho gates,
"alio does not know my nnmo either.
I Bcem bound to bo mysterious today,
somehow or other. Evidently she mis
took me for Haines or, rather, sho
mistook me for the other In the mat
ter of names. Ah, well, sho's going
away tomorrow, and I don't suppose
I shall see her again, or that It matters
In the least whether she calls mo Har
ris, or Haines, or Alymer," and then
ho added to the horse, "Get along, old
man, will you?"
Ho slackened tho pace, however,
when ho got to tho turn of tho road
which skirted tho sloping meadow in
front of the Hull where "she" lived,
and the horso crawled up tho sldo of
tho hill ns if it had been an Alpine
hight Instead of n mero bond of tho
road. Hut there was no sign of her.
As he passed he caught a gllmpso of
the gay llowcr-bcds and n big tabby cat
walking leisurely across the terrace,
but Dorothy Strode wub not to bo seen,
and when Richard Aylmer recognized
that fact ho gave n Jerk to the reins
and sent tho horse flying along In tho
direction of Colchester as fast as his
four good legs would carry him.
CHAPTER III.
OROTHY STRODE
said very Uttlo to
her aunt about the
gentleman who bad
brought her homo
from Lady Jane's
tennis party. Not
that hho voluntar
ily kept anything
back, but in truth
there was very lit
tle for her to tell,
very Httlo that she could tell. Tho
languago of lovo Is an eloquent one,
but when you aro one of the principal
persons concerned you cannot givo to
another tho history of a pressure of
tho hand or a look of tho eyes, nnd still
less of a tone of tho volco which tells
you all too eloquently of the state of
feelings which you cause in that other
one.
Yet when Miss DImsdalo camo homo
from Colchester, having been fetched
from Wrabness Station In an ancient
victoria which had been better days,
drawn by a pair of cobs which, let
uso mercifully hope, would never seo
worse than they enjoyed in sleek com
fort at present, she dutifully ay, nnd
with pleasure gavo her nn animated
description of the party. How Lady
Jane had specially asked for her and
had sent her dear lovo to her; how
sorry she was, and everybody else, tb.it
Miss Dimsdalc had had to go nnd see
that tiresome lawyer on that particular
afternoon; how Lady Jane had told
her that her new white frock wa3 ex
quisite, and that she ought always to
wear full sleeves because they became
her so well, nnd finally how thero had
beon one of tho ofilccrs from Colchester
at tho party and she had been his part
ner In several games of tennis, and
finally that Lady Jano had sent him to
seo her safely to the gate. "Our gate,
I mean, Auntie," said Dorothy, not
wishing to convey a false impression.
"And David Stevenson, ho wasn't
(here, I supposo?" said Miss Dims
dalc, as sho sipped her clnret.
"No, Auntie, ho wasn't," Dorothy
answered. "You see, Lady Jane does
not liko David Stevenson very much."
"I know that," said Miss Dimsdale
shortly.
On tho whole- Miss DImsdalo would
havo liked Dorothy to marry David
Stevenson, who was young nnd a good
enough fellow to mako a good husband.
Ho had a well-kept valuable farm of
four hundred acres a mllo or two from
Qravclclgh, with a convenient and
.spacious house thereon, of which ho
waa very anxious to mako Dorothy
mistress. But Dorothy had, with a
Btrango perversity, said nay over and
over again, and sho seemed in no deslro
to chango her mind now. Miss DIms
dalo gavo a sigh ns sho thought of it
for David Stevenson's mother had
been her dearest friend but all tho
same, sho was not tho woman to try
to force tho child's inclination.
"Mr. Harris asked mo if ho might
call If ho might come and eso mo,"
said Dorothy presently, aftor a
pauso.
"Mr. Harris! and who is Mr. Har
ris?" asked Miss Dimsdale, startled
out of a reverie about David Stovon
son's mother, who, by-the-byc, uncon
sciously and dear friend ns sho was of
Marlon Dlmsdale's, had stepped in and
married tho man of Marlon's heart.
"Mr. Harris! Ho is tho officer I
told you about, Auntie, tho ono who
brought mo home," said Dorothy, in
surprlso that her aunt should not re
member. "Oh, yes yea. And what did you
say?"
"I told him that I thought he
might."
"And when?"
"Oh, I told him to take his chance,"
Dorothy answered.
"Quite right," said Miss Dimsdale,
who had no notion of making tSo way
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111 mm
of a gallant too easy and pleasant to
him. "Well, wo ahull see what ho is
like when he comes, if wo happen to
be at home."
Sho began then to tell Dorothy nil
about her day in Colchester. What tho
lawyer had said, how she had beon to
tho bank, and looked In at tho sad
dler's to say that tho harness of tho
llttlo cob which ran In the village
cart must bo overhauled nnd generally
looked to. Then how she had found
time to go In tho fancy-work shop and
had bought ono or two now things in
that Hue, nnd last of nil how sho had
been In to the Jeweler's to get a new
wntch-key and had there seen ti won
doiful belt of sliver coins which home
ono had bold for melting down, and
this had been offered to her at auch a
reasonable prlco that sho had been
tempted to buy it.
"Auntie!" cried Dorothy.
"Oh, I did not say it was for you,
child," said Miss Dimsdale promptly.
Dorothy's face fell, and Miss Dims
dale laughed. "Thero, child, thero, I
won't tense you about It. Thero It Is
on the chimney-shelf."
And Dorothy naturally enough
Jumped tip and ran to open the box in
which tho belt was packed, opening it
eagerly, and uttcilng a cry of delight
when she saw' the beautiful ornament
lying within. It was a lovely tiling,
and In her pleasure and pride nt the
possession of it Dorothy almost forgot
her now admirer, Mr. Harris.
Not quite though, for when sho slip
ped it on over her pretty white drc3s
and ran to tho pier-glass between tho
windows of the drawing-room to see
tho effect of It, sho suddenly found
herself wondering bow ho would think
sho looked In It, and instantly the
swift color flashed into her cheeks, so
that sho hardly liked to turn back to
faco the gazo of her aunt's calm, far
seeing eyes.
Miss DImsdalo meanwhllo had walk
ed to the window, and was looking out
into tho soft evening dusk.
"Some ono i3 coming along tho
drive," she said. "I think it is David
Stevenson."
A gesturo of Impatlcnco wns Dor
othy's answer, a gesture accompanied
by an equally impatient sound, but sho
never thought of making good uso cf
her time nnd escaping out of tho room,
as a girl brought up In a town might
havo done. No, she left tho glass and
went ncross tho room to the tablo
whero her work-basket stood, and
took up an elaborate table-cover which
sho had been working nt in a more
or less desultory fashion for six
months past, and by tho time David
Stevenson was shown In sho .was
stitching away ns If for dear life. Miss
Dimsdale, on the contrniy, did not
movo from tho window until sho heard
tho door open, then she went a fow
steps to meet him.
"Good evening, David," sho said very
kindly. "How very nice of you to
como in tonight! Wo havo not seen
you for a long time."
"No, 1'vo been dreadfully busy," ho
answered, "and I am still, for tho mat
ter of that. But I hadn't scon you for
a long time, nnd I thought I'd come
over nnd seo how you wcro getting on."
"That waB very good of you," said
Miss Dimsdale; then sho moved to the
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SOME ONE IS COMINO.
boll nnd rang it. "Wo will have a
light; tho evenings aro closing in very
fast."
"Yes," ho answered.
Then ho went across whero already
his eyes had wandered to Dorothy,
who wns bravely sowing nway in tho
dusk.
"How aro you, Dorothy?" ho asked.
"I am quite well, thank you, David,"
she roplled, Just lotting her hand rest
for a moment In his.
"I saw you this afternoon," ho went
on, seating himself on n chair Just in
front of her.
"Why, yes," said Dorothy; "you took
your hat off to me."
Ho was a fine-grown, good-looking
fellow, big and strong and young, with
tho unmistakable air of a man who la
his own master; but In Dorothy'ii
mind a vision rose up at that moment
of another young man, who was also
big and strong, and very unlike David
Stevenson.
David frowned at tho remembrance
of tho afternoon and of her companion,
and Just then a neat maid servant camo
In with a lamp, nnd tho dusk vanished.
Sho set tho lamp down besldo Dor
othy, feo that David Stevenson was en
abled to see her faco clearly,
"If you please, ma'am," said Bar
bara to her mistress, "Jnnot Benham
has como up to speak to you. She's
In great trouble about something."
"Janet4 Benham in trouble?" cried
nil 8 l
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in wn"i
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Miss DImsdalo, In dismay. "Oh, I will J
come nt once. Dorothy, stay and talk I
to David," she added, for Dorothy had j
made u movement ns If she, too, want- I
ed to go nml hear moro about Janet's j
trouble.
CHAPTER IV.
OWEVER. In tho
faro of her nunt's
distinct command,
sho had no choice
but to remain
where she wns, and
sho took up the
work again and be
gan n-stltchlng ve
hemently ns If alio
would fain sew her
vexation Into tho
pretty pattern.
David Stevenson, on tho contrary,
was inoio than well aatlr.fled at the way
In which matters had fallen, and In
wardly blessed thnt trouble of Janet
Bcnhnm's as much as Dorothy did the
contrary. Ho Jerked his chair an Inch
or so nearer to hers, and leaned for
ward with his olbows upon his knees.
Dorothy sat up vety straight Indeed,
and kept her attention strictly iiuon
her work.
"Who was that fellow I saw you talk
ing to this ufternoon, Dorothy?" ho
naked.
"A man that Lady Jnnc naked to
nee mo homo," answered Dorothy,
promptly.
"Oh, you hnvo been to Lady Jane'a?"
In n distinctly modified tone.
"Yes, I had been to Lady Jano's,'
returned Dorothy, matching a bit of
yellow silk with minute care. "Why
didn't you go?"
"Because I wasn't asked," said ho
curtly. "Lady Jane never nsks mo now
sho's taken a dislike to me."
"Well, I can't help that," said Dor
othy, Indifferently.
"I don't know so much nbout that,"
ho said, rathor gloomily. "I think you
might if you liked. Not thnt I want
you to trouble about It, or that I care
a slnglo brass farthing nbout Lady
Jano or her parties. In any case, I
should only go because I might meet
you there."
"Oh, that's a poor enough roason,"
cried Dorothy, flippantly.
Thero was very llttlo of tho mute
lover nbout David Stevenson, nnd
whenever ho found that Dorothy was,
In spite of good opportunities, slipping
further nnd further nway from him,
he always got Impatient and nngry.
"Well I don't know thnt you'ro far
wrong there," ho retorted, In a tono
which ho tried with the most Indiffer
ent success to make cool and slighting.
"However, her ladyship has left off
asking me to her entertainments of
late, and I don't know thnt I feel any
tho worse man for that. So you met
that fellow there, did you?"
"You don't supposo I picked him up
on tho road, do you?" demanded Dor
othy, who was getting nngry, too.
David drew In his honi3 a little.
"No, no, of courso not," ho said sooth
ingly. "I had no right to ask any
thing about him, only everything
you do nnd everyone you speak to In
terests me. I wanted to know who ho
was, that was all."
"Then," said Dorothy, with a very
dlgnlllcd nlr, "you had better go and
ask Lady Jane herself. Sho can tell
you, and I am sure sho will. I know
very llttlo nbout tho gentleman Jiut
his name and very little besides."
David Stevenson sat back In hla
chair with a groan; Dorothy Strodo
stitched away furiously, and so they
sat until Miss DImsdalo camo back
again. "H'm," her thoughts ran,
"quarreling again."
Dorothy looked up nt her mint nnd
spoko In her softest voice. "What waa
tho matter with Janet, auntie?" sh
asked.
(To ho continued.)
HOW BISMARCK BECAME RICH
Oerinun Writer Nuye tho Chancellor
Spccululeil on Stnto Hocreti.
From London Truth: A pamphlet
has recently nppearcd In Germnny en
titled "Bismarck and Blelchroeder." Its
nuthor is a mombor of the old Junker
party of tho nnmo of DIebat Daher, and
It professes to glvo somo curious de
tails in regnrd to tho present fortuno
of tho ex-choncollor nnd how It was
ncqulrcd. After tho German wnr of
1870 tho prlnco received from the coun
try two estates of no great value, which
coupled with his own paternal estate,
brought him in n fair revenue. Ho
then left Blelchroeder to look after hla
private monetary affairs, with tho ro
Biilt that ho now has a fortuno amount
ing to 150,000,000 marks. This, the
author contends, can only havo been
mado by stock exchange speculations,
based on tho knowledge that the
prince derived from his position at
tho head of tho German government,
nnd which ho confided to Bloichroedor.
That, with tho cares of empire on his
shoulders, ho left his monetary affalr3
In tho hands of hla banker Is very
possible, nnd equally possible la it that
his bankor did tho best for his cllont.
But I should require a good deal moro
evidence than Is afforded In this pam
phlet to bellove thnt the prlnco specu
lated on state secrets In partnership
with a Hobrow financier or thnt his
fortuno Is now anything llko 150,000,.
000 marks.
Proof Positive.
Dasherly "Too bad Mrs. Swift
doesn't llko her husband," Flaaherly
"Why, I thought sho did." Dashor
ly "Oh, no she gives him cigars for
Chrl3traaa presents." Tho Yellow
Book.
After III Time.
Airtight "In one way Adam had a
snnp." Dewlell "What was that?"
Airtight "Christmas presents weren't
In voguo then." The Yellow Book.
m
THE PRAIRIE DOG.
CURIOUS LITTLE NATIVE OF
THE WEST.
f.ntfc Mkn it Mounter Kit nn I llrur
No Ktciutlitiicn (o tlm Ciiiilnn Hum
U u Very Dlnicult Anlnml to
Kill.
HE curious little
animal known as
tho prairie dog Is
not much of n do,;,
says a writer In
Golden Days; he
'0$) H51' ntonstiutis
wW mt' hl3 yolp 1uh
more squirrel tn.ui
nog in it, mm no
behaves llko n
So that while wo call
builder of "cities" west
woodchuck.
this ancient
of the Missouri River a dog, It la well
to remember that his bushy little tall
would Wag as well under several other
names.
By his pertness, shyness and Inno
cence, ho Is a pet with travelers and
ranchmen and other.s who do not need
tho3o parts of the great plains where
ho and his tribe have long been
"squatter sovereigns;" when, however,
tho former comes along and wants to
plough and sow and reap whero the
dog has made himself a homo, ho be
comes a pest. He stubbornly lefusx-s
to yield to tho newer civilization. He
nnd his neighbors aro too numerous
to kill, and they nre so hklllful nt
dropping Into their sandpits when an
enemy comes near, that their army
seldom loses a "man."
If the farmer attempts to plough a
section of tho prairie where they bur
row, tho chnncca nre his horses will
break their legs, for tho dogs havo
bored the ground full of holes running
straight down for eight or ten feet,
nnd about the size of a horse's leg.
And If tho legs como out wholo, the
ground Isn't half ploughed, for be
tween the holes nre mounds built with
tho sand or soil, thrown out until It
looks ns If there had been a shower
of large-sized chopplng-bowls, all
fallen bottom sldo up. Over these (he
team stumbles and the plough plunges
In and out.
While tho farmer, thus aggravated,
la losing his temper, tho dog sits safe
ly In his basement parlor, possibly
smiling over the folly of man. For
no sooner has tho farmer left the field
at sunset than the dog seta himself
to spoil man's earth-works and re
build his own, nnd the next morning's
sun shines on tho city of hillocks ie
ctored, each inhabitant sitting upright
on the roof and calling "good-morning"
to his neighbors.
If tho farmer repeats his work, so
do the dogs, and whllo ho grows poor
nt It, they seem to make a living by It.
They nro not disposed to "move on"
before white men.
In tho midst of a fine farming section
In Nebraska, nnd near a city of three
thousand people, there Is largo pralrlo
dog town, which wna settled when tho
"oldest Inhabitant" pitched his tent in
that section, thirty years ago.
Hut, ordlnnrlly, they manifest a re
npect for agriculture by locating on
sandy sterile tracts.
The prairie-dog's head is half flat,
his ears small and pretty, his oye
bright, his nose hawk-billed, his Jaws
broad and his front teeth wide and
sharp. Thcso teeth ho makes a mow
ing machlno of, clipping blades of
grass for his breakfast as neatly as
any ono can with scissors. His legs
aro short and his paws broad, making
regular dirt paddles.
Each member of tho community has
his or her own cellar-door to tho under-ground
city, but, ten feet below
tho surfaco, each citizen's privato
apartment opens into his neighbor's;
bo that It tho city contains ten th ni
Band dogs, ono pursued Into his hole
by smoke water or other enemy, has
ten thousand avenues for escape, Their
escape Is Inward and Invariably suc
cessful for pursuit is impossible.
Even tho most skillful hunters And
it dlfllcult to kill these animals.
They scent dangor afar off, and
seem to have a pretty correct idea of
rlflo rango.
Ineenlou Street Lamp.
Street lamps can be mounted on n
now telescopic post to mako them easy
to reach for trimming and filling, a
set sciew engaging the central shaft
to hold It in position with pulleys and
weights set lu the post to counterbal
ance tho lamp.
America exports more carriages and
vehicles of nil soun that: any other
country on earth.
TtiT
f?
THE DOG OF THE PRAIRIES.
NO ONIONS IN HER SCHOOL.
Kuiiin 1 curlier Deprive Iter 1'upiW of
nu Ancient Itlght.
That wholesome nrtlclo of food, tho
onion, has had n ban sot upon It by
a Topcka, Kas., school teacher. Mlsa
Elmoia McCoy, u teacher of tho Clay
street school, baa tuiidu It a rulo of
her room that no pupil bearing tho
odor of onions thall be received. Sho
Is receiving tho support of tho prin
cipal and other teachers In tho school
In her action. All te.ichers know by
experience how unpleasant It Is for
them and tho class to bo confined In
u loom with children whoso breath is
strongly pervaded with tho smell of
onions, garlic and other such dishes.
Prof. O. P. M. McCllntock, principal
of tho school, fully upholds iMIss Mc
Coy, and says n law ought to bo pass
ed lti every state permitting teachers
to send home pupils who nro In any
way objectionable. "I think the point
Is covered In tho rulo of tho board of
education which gives n teachor tho
right to send homo from school any
child who for any roason Is objection
nblo to other children. Tor instance
If a child came to school with n large
supply of nssafetlda, l Inmgino that ho
or she would be sent home. When I
was principal of Jackson school last
year I lemomber sending a certain
colored girl homo regularly because
sho came to school In Hitch u condition
that her presence was objectionable to
tho other children. While I confosa
that I rather like onions myself and
recognize them as wholesome nrtlcles
of food, yet I always havo sulllclent
consideration fur others to eat them
only when I Intend to go directly to
bed, without seeing nnyone." Last
week Miss McCoy emphasized her or
der by sending homo two boys for car
rying onions In their pockots nnd nn
other for having partaken of them.
"I detest onions," said she, "but my
nttentlon wns first called to tho boys
In question by other pupils. Children
who wero sitting near tho two boys
who had onions In their pockets, com
plained of the odor, nnd I did not
think It was right that they Bhould
stay In tho room nml nnnoy oth'er
children. I rather suspected tho boy
who had eaten them of carrying
onions around with him becnuso tho
odor was Htrons,', but ho told mo that
ho had not bundled onions and had
simply eaten thuni at dinner. Ho Is a
boy I am inclined to bellove, but tho
odor of onions was ho strong that I
decided ho should bo sent home for
'fumigation.' In the future, unless
Prof. McCllntock objects, nil cbldron
who come to school with tho odor of
onions so strong ns to bo offcnslvo I
Intend to send homo as I sent the three
boys In question.''
J.MkIi Hunt unci Hnrold Sklmpole.
Tho following extract from Sir Ga
van Duffy's diary relates to tho old re
proach brought against Dickons for
crentlng "Harold Sklmpole," which
everybody recognized ns a carlcaturo
of Leigh Hunt. "I nskeil Forstcr
(said Duffy, who had been dining with
Forster and Browning), how It camo
that Dickens, In ono of his last pre
faces, could declaro that ho hnd not
Leigh Hunt In his mind when ho
painted Harold Sklmpole. It waB a
cruel carlcaturo, turning foibles nnd
weaknesses Into crimes; but it wns un
deniably Leigh Hunt. 'Oh,' said Fors
ter, 'if you had aeon tho proofs be
foro they passed through my hands
you might have better grounds for
that opinion. So much waa cut out
that wo persuaded ourselves that the
salient traits wero effaced; but too
many of them remained. Dickens wns
alarmed at the Impression ho had
made, and did his best to ren.iir n,
wrong, and, doubtless, llko tho Quoen
a tbo play, did protest too much.'
VfllllnnVe Wster-Cnlon.
The Emperor William of Germany
has dispatched two water-color draw
ings dono by himself to St. Petersburg
for presentation to the officers of tho
ctulser Rosalya, which ho Inspected
during his recent visit to Russia. The
pictures will bo formally handed over
to tho officers of tho ship by the Ger
man naval attache at St. Petersburg.
Wim Friend of Lincoln.
Robert Fell died suddenly, In Bloom
Ington, III,, aged 84. Ho was a brother
of tho late Jesse W. Foil of Normal
and a closo friend of Abraham Lincoln
and for a time associated with him in
business nffnlra.
MUumleritooii.
She "No gentlemnn should call on
a lady after drinking intoxlcantB," He
"That Is so, but how in ho to know
until ho 3ees her?" Indianapolis Jour-r.sJ.
OUR BUDGET OF JLTO
SOME GOOD JOKES, ORIGINAL
AND SELECTED.
Snnin Onotl Selection from llio Comlt
Taper unit Other Ktetimisrn Settling
tlm TnrrifUrt'duii lloanilnrj Mkenoi)
1'iito Mop,
When .lllllle line .sltimniln-.
lilts' MIHIp rolm
MiimmliiK Itmomn
Unit nil euro
Drlfi IlKhtly nway
on u broth of
fresh nlr,
Tho il.uk, KiU.itlil
streetn nro in
wendowlatids fnlr.
Wliero wild boa!
nro hiitiimlnir.
Of darkening fdindow
tlieru's never u
.1 ViV,
luch corner that IcerH ns a srowsomo old
placo
Is llKhtPd nnd cheered by her sunshiny
face,
When Mllllo coos slumnilnir.
Tho llttlo street nrnlis they fltenl up tho
tnl.
niiili n
Thnt lend lo the nortnli of poverty'H lairs.
And cry nut, as tlioiiRh tnkcu qulto una
wares:
"An ntiRPl Is comlnBl"
Admitting sliu'n human, bolwceti mo and
J Ull
She's iIoIiir Jim timt which rent nnReU
nuuid no
When Mllllo roen Mummtmr.
Roy Kurrell Qrceno.
It llnil the Kurnmrkn.
"You don't llko my book?" timidly
ventured the young nuthor who hnd In
vaded tho lnlr of tho literary editor for
tho second time.
"No, miss," ho said In hla gruffest
voice. "It's trash! I hnvo been com
pelled to bundle it without glovoa,
miss."
"I I seo it looks llko it," faltered
tho young nuthor, glancing at tho vol
umo that lay on tho tnblo In front of
tho terrible editor. Chicago Tribune
Settling tho Turcn-Greclan Ilonndnry.
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van ..
K)m
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Dusty Rhodes Hnvo King Gcorgo
and tho Subllmo Porto Bcttlcd the
boundary yet betwoon Greece and Tur
key? Tyo Walker I dunno, but If I vai
bossln' dnt sublime port I'd fix da
boundary mighty quick.
Dusty Rhodes How would you fix
It?
Tyo Walker I'd put 'bout a quart of
dot subllmo port between dc greaso an'
de turkey.
Kconomlieil lilt Wnrdi.
Two dusky small boys wero quar
reling; ono was pouring forth a tor
rent of vituperative epithets, while tho
other leaned gainst a fence nnd calmly
contemplated him. When the flow of
languago was exhausted ho said:
"Aro you troo?"
"Yes."
"You alnt got nuflln' moro to cay?"
"No."
"Well, nil dom tings what you called
mo, you is." Chicago Ncwa.
Dnngcrnus Ground.
"That man Lovolvcs never ceases to
bo a perfect gentleman," said an ad
miring acquaintance.
"Ye8," wns tho reply; "ho absolute
ly rofuscs to bo led into conversation
about tho woather." Washington
Star.
A Noble I.ad.
Tho Teacher (preparing switches)
Now, Will, this is going to hurt me
moro than it will you.
Wllllo Well, dero'8 nuttln' mean
'bout me. I'll lod you my odder book
to put in your pants. Now York Jour
nal. The "Old Man" Objected.
Jlmmey Say, Billy, why don'tcher
lot yer hair grow long an' look like a
football player?
Billy Well, I startod to, but de old
man said It I went around do houao
lookln' like a mop, ho'd wipe do flooi
wld me.
Ile'n Awh.t Off.
Tlmklna Isn't old Mlllyuna a distant
relatlvo of yours?
Slmklns Yea; so distant that ha
isn't ablo to recognize me. Chicago
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shoot myself. , ,
She But vou chance your mind so
often. Life.
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