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It's now in order for the man who
"told yon so" to come to the front
There are some big corn raisers in
Iowa. A farmer of that state recently
sold his corn crop for $12,390.
A Topeka hired girl married a mil
lionaire, and now when she comes
home to visit, "sassiety" people stand
in the street in order to get the dust
from her automobile as it whizzes by.
York attaches undue importance to
itself as a prohibition town, yet accord
ing to figures furnished by one of its
own citizens in an article for distribu
tion as a campaign document, the
money on deposit in the banks of that
city amounts to $164 for every man,
woman and child inside the corporate
limits. It has always been one of the
principal arguments used by prohibi
tionists that in towns where saloon
licenses are granted there is less cloth
- ing and food stuffs purchased and less
money on deposit per capita than in a
town where the open saloon has been
banished, but it has remained for
York to refute the oft-repeated asser
tion. Columbus saloons have not
reduced the people of this city to the
pauper class. The amount of money
on deposit in the Columbus banks will
average $238 for every man, woman
and child in the city, or $74 more per
capita than is on deposit in the banks
of York. The number of bootleggers,
drug stores and the amount of liquor
shipped in from other cities are not
enumerated in the printed matter sent
out for public perusal by the compiler
of prohibition literature.
F. W. Fitzpatrick contributes an
article in the November McClure'son
"Fire an American Extravagance."
He says: "Fires have cost us as many
as 7,000 human lives in one year's
time, and our loss in money value,
'through the destruction of property is
almost as appalling. The production
of gold in the entire world, something
like $400,000,000 per year, would not
recoup us for our losses by fire, and the
incidental expenses accompanying
them, in the same period of time, the
value of all the coal mined in this
country in a year's time would just
cover the cost to us of our fires; the val
ue of our lumber production is only a
trifle more. We are fond of luxuries,
and import a great many, yet the value
of all that importation is but a fifth of
our fire cost The cost of fire and its
accessories, in round numbers, is just
about an even $600,000,000 a year.
It may be but a peculiar coincidence,
or perhaps it is an unconscious econo
mic adjustment, that with all our phe
nominal growth and the tremendous
boom and vast amount of building
carried on in some years, the most ac
tive year we have ever had in building
construction netted juat $615,000,000's
worth of new buildings and alterations
during the twelve months. So that
with all our vaunted activity, we pro
duce in money value only a trifle more
than what we destroy. Worse than
that, in the first month of the present
year our losses by fire were over $24,
000,000, and during the same time we
expanded but $16,000,000 in new
buildings and rep
A LINCOLN-DOUGLAS DEBATE.
No time was lost in initiating the
great debating contest between Lin
coln and Douglas. Neither speaker
required any introduction, and Doug
laa began by outlining the rules of the
debate. He was to open with a speech
of one hour, and close with another of
half an hour after Lincoln had replied
for an hoar and a half, and at the next
seating these conditions were to be re
versed. Only a small proportion of
the mighty assemblage could possibly
hope to hear the speakers, and those
in wagons at the outskirts of the crowd,
finding themselves at a disadvantage
soon abandoned their positions and
edged their way into the throng.
Nevertheless, there was very little
aaoveaMBt in the audience, and there
was virtaally no interruption. Once
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when Douglas sneeringly quoted a part
of Lincoln's "house-divided-against
itself" speech, the Republicans buret
into applause, which brought an angry
response from the unwary orator; and
when Lincoln began by reading a do
cument, someone in the crowd shouted.
"Put on you specs!" possibly anticipat
ing a smart reply. But Lincoln was
in no joking mood. "Yes, sir," he re
sponded gravely, "I am obliged to
do so, I am no longer a young man."
Then for an hour and a half he held
that mighty audience by the sheer for
ce of his personality and the intense
interest of his theme. Now and again
there was a burst of cheering, but the
speaker made no effort at oratorical
effect and employed no device to ligh
ten his argument Douglas was not
yet as serious as his adversary, for he
had entered light-heartedly upon the
contest, and did not immediately re
alize the magnitude of the task he had
undertaken. From the very start he
assumed the offensive and continued
his attack, scarcely designing to notice
his opponent's replies, throughout the
day. Even when some Republican
enthusiasts stormed the platform at
the close of that eventful evening and
attempted to carry Lincoln off upon
their shoulders, he affected to believe
that he had so completely exhausted
his adversary as to necessitate his re
moval from the field. One week later
he began to take less jaunty view of
the situation.
LAST OF J. WILKES BOOTH.
In 1873 Edwin Booth learned of the
existence in Canada of a trunk full of
theatrical costumes that had belonged
to his brother J. Wilkes Booth, the
assassin of President Lincoln, and it
was forwarded to his theatre in New
York at his request by McKee Ran
kin, the actor who was then engaged
professionally in the province.
The story as to its disposal is told
by an old property man named Game,
who is still alive and active, and his
description of the memorable and pa
thetic scene is as follows:
"It happened early in '73. The day
had been one of storm and drifting
snow, one of those belated days of
New York when winter forgets to be
come spring. Mr. Booth had a snug
suite of apartments high up over the
stage, in which most of his time was
spent between his hours of business
and acting in the theatre.
" 'Richard III' was on for a short
run and had drawn a fine audience that
night in spite of the storm. And, say!
how he had played! Familiar as I was
with his performance, I found myself
again and again standing in the wings
watching him.
"On leaving his dressing room about
12 o'clock, he gave me orders to wake
him at 3 in the morning. I did so,
and his first remark was:
" 'Still snowing, Garrie?'
"'Yes, sir.'
'"It's 3 o'clock, you say?'
"'Yes, sir.'
"I helped him into his coat (he had
lain down partly dressed), and took
the lantern.
" 'Where are we going, Mr. Booth?'
I asked.
"'To the furnace-room, Garrie, he
said. -
"So I led the way down the stairs,
across the black stage, and into the
cellar. The theatre building was erect
ed before the days of general steam
heat, and the furnace room was a cav
ernous place of vaulted brick, which
held the big, old-fashioned heater that
warmed it
"I lighted a single gas-jet, and it
made a bright spot in the gloom. Over
near the furnace I saw an unusually
large trunk, almost like a packing
case, tied with ropes; there were seals
on it, some on the cords, some at the
Nedges where the cover and the body
of the. trunk met
" 'I shall want an axe, Game said
Mr. Booth. There was one in the
corner of the coal bins, and when I
had found it I was told to cut the
cords of the trunk and knock off the
top. This was but little work, for the
box was rickety and old. The lid was
soon off, and out came a smell of cam
phor and musty fabrics. There they
lay, the costumes of John Wilkes
Booth. Edwin must have told some
one about the receipt of his brother's
trunk, for the story had got about the
theatre. I didn't have to ask whose
wardrobe it was. I wouldn't have had
the courage to do so, anyway; Mr.
Booth's manner, the scary cellar and
the weird hour of the morning weren't
things that made for conversation.
"There was no tray in the trunk
the dresses lay solidly packed and on
the top of the pile were some swords
and wigs. For a few moments he
stood looking down at the things, then
he laid the wigs and swords aside on
the overturned trunk cover and com
menced taking out the costumes. The
first was a Louis XVI coat of steel
blue broadcloth, embroidered with
flowers in silk probably J. Wilkes's
Claude Melnotte coat, I thought, and
was aching to ask, bat I said nothing.
He turned it about at arm's length, as
THE BURNING OF ROME
BY
TOOME was an ocean of flame.
K Height and depth Were covered
with red surges, that rolled be
fore the. blast like an endless tide.
The billows burst up the sides of the
hills, which they turned into instant
volcanoes, exploding volumes of smoke
and' fire; then plunged into the depths
in a hundred glowing cataracts, then
climbed and consumed again.
The distant sound of the city, in her
convulsion, went to the soul. The air
was filled with the steady roar of the
advancing flame, the crash of falling
houses, and the hideous outcry of the
myriads, flying through the streets, or
surrounded and perishing in the con
flagration. All was clamor, violent struggle,
and helpless death. Men and women
of the highest rank were on foot, tram
pled by the rabble, that had then lost
all respect for condition. One dense
mass of miserable life irresistible from
its weight, crushed by the narrow
streets, and scorched by the flames over
their heads, rolled through the gates
like an endless stream of black lava.
The fire had originally broken out
upon the Palatine, and hot smoke, that
wrapped and half blinded us, hung
thick as night upon the wrecks of pavi
lions and palaces; but the dexterity
and knowledge of my inexplicable
guide carried us on.
It was in vain that .1 insisted upon
knowing the purpose of this terrible
traverse. He pressed his hand upon
his heart in reassurance of his fidelity,
and still spurred on. We now passed
under the shade of an immense range
of lofty buildings, whose gloomy and
solid strength seemed to bid definance
to chance and time.
A sudden yell appalled me. A ring
of fire swept round its summit; burning
cordage, sheets of canvass, and a show
er of all things combustible, flew into
the air above our heads. An uproar,
followed, unlike all that I had ever
heard, a hideous mixture of howls,
shrieks, and groans.
The flames rolled down the narrow
street before us, and made the passage
next to impossible. While1 we hesitat
ed, a huge fragment of the building
heaved as if in an earthquake, and,
if he were fancying his brother's fig
ure in it, and perhaps remembering
when he saw it worn last Then he
handed it to me. 'Put it in there,' he
said, pointing to the heater. I opened
the furnace door the coals were all
red and blazing. I paused for a little
'twas such a shame to destroy so
handsome a garment and looked
back at him, but he was as still as a
statue just waiting. There was no
help for it I threw it in. It settled
down on the blaze with a sort of a
hiss a bit of the lace at the sleeve
caught and the coat was in flames.
We watched it without a word until it
was nothing but a spread of a red film
in the blue coal flames. A satin waist
coat, a pair of knee breeches, and sev
eral pairs of tights were next taken
out, and they followed the coat He
didn't spend much time over these,
merely handing them to me and mo
tioned toward the fire.
"It was agonizing, living through
these moments, while without a word
Mr. Booth inspected each article,
touching it fondly as if it were his
own flesh and blood, before handing it
to me to be burned.
"Then followed in quick succession
a package of letters, some in a deli
cate feminine hand, a Richard III cus
tumeworn by his father, fine daggers,
swords, jewelry, many other costumes,
together with odds and ends, which
strangely enough included a pair of
woman's pink dancing slippers. Then
the trunk itself in pieces and the cot ds
that had bound it all to the hungry
flames. The sacrifice was complete
complete with one exception a simple
wreath of bays tied with a broad white
ribbon. 'Twas his one memento.
'"That will do," he said quietly.
'We will go now.'
"I looked at my watch. It was
nearly 6 o'clock.
"What emotion had arisen during
that scene in the furnace room had
sunk to the depths, and his face had
found again its old, set look of gentle
melancholy. We came up to the stage
and crossed to the stairway leading to
his rooms. 'You needn't come, Gar
rie. Thank you,' he said.
As the Playwright Sees It.
'If there was any justice about It,
which there Isn't," said the play
wright, "the name of the playwright
would be on the billboards three feet
tall, the name of the star next the
name of the manager last As it Is,
the manager comes first, the star
next the nsme of the man who prints
the billboard next and the playwright
last in point of size."
Hopeless Case.
Ten gods cannot help a man win)
toaes opaortualty. Chiaeae nravarn.
CROLY
fortunately for us, fell inward. The
whole scene of terror was theu open.
The 'great amphitheater of Statihus
Taurus had caught fire; the stage with
its inflammable furniture, was intense
ly blazing below. The flames were
wheeling up, circle after circle, through
the 70,000 seats that rose from the
ground to the roof. I stood in un
speakable awe and wonder on the side
of this colossal cavern, this mighty
temple of the city of fire. At length,
a descending blast cleared away the
smoke that covered the arena.
The cause of those horrid cries was
now visible. The wild beasts kept for
the games, had broken from their
dens. Maddened by fright and pain,
lions, tigers, panthers, wolves, whole
herds of the monsters of India and
Africa, were iuclosed in an impassible
barrier of fire.
They bouuded, they fought, they
screamed, they tore; they ran howling
round and round the circle; they made
desperate leaps upward through the
blaze; they were flung back, and fell
only to fasten their fangs in each other,
and, with their parching jaws bathed
in blood, to die raging.
I looked anxiously, to see whether
any human being was involved in this
fearful catastrophe. To my great re
lief, I could see none. The keepers
and attendants had obviously escaped.
As I expressed my gladness, I was
startled by a loud cry from ray guide,
the first sound that I had heard him
utter.
He pointed to the opposite side of
the amphitheater. There indeed sat
an object of melancholy interest; a man
who had been either unable to escape,
or had determined to die. Escape was
now impossible. He jt in desperate
calmness on his funeral pile. He was
a gigantic Ethiopian slave, entirely
naked.
He had chosen his place, as if in
mockery, on the imperial throne, the
fire was above and around him, and
under this tremendous canopy he gaz
ed, without the movement of a muscle,
on the combat of the wild beasts below;
a solitary sovereign, with the whole
tremendous game played for himself,
and inaccessible to the power of man
GREEN SPOTS IN WILDERNESS.
Ralieve the Desolation of Desert ef
Northern Chile.
Northern Chile, which is so largely
mountain or desert, is. generally re
garded as a forbidden wilderness, but
in spite of its natural desolation the
landscape presents a scene of great
beauty under the softening hues of
sunset, and here and there in the
waste of sand and salt may be found,
by looking for them, a number of
oases, the most conspicuous of which
are Pica and Matilla. These oases
are supplied with water from the
high Andes, but the particular streams
that support their life are not certain
ly known. It has been found that in
various parts of the great Atacama
desert the earth underneath the sur
face layer of sand or salt is sufficient
ly moist to grow crops, capillary at
traction spreading the water through
the soil. The rainless Atacama des
ert is the scene of the greatest indus
try of Its kind In the world, yielding
enormous quantities of nitrates, used
to enrich the fields of Europe and the
United States. The oases play a very
Important economic role in the indus
tries of the region, supplying veg
etables and foodstuffs for the support
of the workmen, alfalfa for the cattle,
and various fruits, and also serving
as timber producers for the nitrate
workg, which require much fuel.
There is no part of the world where
agriculture is more extensively car
ried on than in these green spots in
the Atacama desert. Zion's Herald.
A Delicate Touch.
Old Miss Bugbee was very deaf, and
very sensitive about her infirmity
Such was her natural cleverness and
ingenuity, "however, that she usually
escaped from serious embarrassment;
and she always so vehemently
scorned ear-trumpets and devices of
mechanical nature that her friends nc
longer dared to suggest them to her
But on one occasion things went not
according to schedule.
"She came in to borrow some maga
zines yesterday," said Mrs. Russell,
who lived next door, "just after the
piano-tuner had gone. He'd been here
all the morning, making such an out
rageous racket that I felt sure even
Miss Bugbee would be annoyed. But
she hadn't been, not a mite.
"I said to her: 'Miss Bugbee, I wish
you could hear my daughter Sarah
play some time. We all think she's
improving.'
"I just meant I hoped she'd drop in
some time when there were folks here
and we were having music. But she
took it that I meant I was sorry she
couldn't hear. Did you ever?
"Well, she up and remarked, very
loftily Indeed: 1 think she's improv
ing, too, Mrs. Russell. I was going by
this morning, and I heard her playing
way out on the sidewalk, and she
seemed to have real touch real
touch!'" Youth's Companion.
An Undignified Proceeding.
"It's strange that we can't even
have a quiet literary meeting In this
town," says the Billville Banner. "A
most undignified Bcene occurred at
the last 'Literary,' when the president
was hit side the head with a leg of
barbecued mutton! And barbecued
mutton Is so hard to come by, too!"
Atlanta Constitution.
FARMER NOT TO. IE TRAPPED.
This One Was Taking No Chances
on a Possible $300 Fine.
The government weather; bureau
supplies daily thermometer readings,
quantity of rainfall and the forecast
for the ensuing 24 hours to farmers
along rural routes who apply for tehm.
The data are stamped with rubber
type upon one of the franked govern
ment cards and dropped in the rural
mail box by the rural carriers each
day.
On a western route a farmer had
applied for the forecasts, and they
were dropped regularly in his mail
box each morning, but he failed to
take them out, and the accumulation
of cards became so great It nearly
filled the bo
An inspector, going over the route,
dropped in at the farmhouse.
"Why don't you make use of the
weather forecasts?" he "- inquired.
"Didn't you apply for them?"
For reply the patron of the rural
route led him out to the mail box
and put his finger on the cornerof one
of the cards, where was printed:
OFFICIAL. BUSINESS. :
PENALTY FOR PRIVATE :
USE, 300. t
"You fellows ain't oirig' to soak no
$300 into me." he declared, putting
the card back into the box.
And the inspector had some difficul
ty in explaining that no penalty would
attach to the removal of the card.
HAD DONE WORK THOROUGHLY.
Corporal Literally Obeyed Orders of
Post Commandant.
Gen. Clarence Edwards, chief of the
insular bureau of the war. department,
tells how an Irish corporal got even
with an unpopular posV commander
in Cuba. This post commander,
though an excellent soldier,, was some
thing of a crank. He had' two "bob
bies. One was that the liberal use of
whitewash was the best possible pre
ventive of disease, and the other was
a pet flamingo, an ill-natured bird that
was disliked heartily by the enlisted
men because It never overlooked an
opportunity to nip one of them.
. One day the post commander had to
go to Havana, but he could not en
dure the thought that anyone should
be idle in his absence. It had been
fully a week Bince any whitewashing
had been done, so he issued an order
that "all articles pertaining to the
camp not sheltered from the weather"
should be whitewashed. The Irish
corporal was. intrusted with the execu
tion of the' order.
The post commander returned next
day, and pretty soon the air was fair
ly blue with -his cursing. The sol
diers heard the noise, but they were
not curious. They knew what it was
all about The post" commander's
brilliant flamingo was white as a
snowy heron.
Pronged.
"I have good reason," said the head
of the establishment, addressing the
cashier, according to the Chicago
Record-Herald, "for believing that
you are living beyond your means."
"You are mistaken sir. I am will
ing to have a thorough inspection of
my accounts at any time."
"How does it happen, then, that
you are able to have a big automo
bile r
"Oh! Ha, ha, ha! That comes of
having a wife who can write pooetry."
"Poetry! Bah! Who ever heard of
anybody earning enough writing
poetry to have an automobile?"
"That's all right. She won It in a
Limerick contest."
Good In Either Event.
Gen. Dabney H. Maury tells in his
"Recollections of a Virginian" of an
old lady in Fredericksburg who was
reduced to taking in boarders in order
to make both ends meet. On one oc
casion of peculiar stress, the larder
was so empty that the good lady took
to her bed and summoned her servant.
"Nancy," she said, "there's nothing
in the house for my boarders to eat
except mush. But give them that. If
they are Christians, they will accept it
in resignation and thankfulness. And
if they are not Christians, it is a deal
too good for them."
Went Too Far.
Elderly Suitor I offer you an hon
orable name, a large fortune and the
utmost devotion.
Mabel (joyously) Oh, Mr. Grayhed.
how kind of you,
Elderly Suitor In addition, I can
say that I am in the best of health
and that I come of an extremely long
lived family.
Mabel (coldly) No, I can never be
yours. Please don't mention the sub
ject again.
One Was Enough.
"Dad," said the white-faced lad,
"how many cigars does It take to hurt
a boy?"
"How many have you smoked?"
"One."
"That's the number," said dad, and
taking down the strap from behind
the door he soon convinced the boy
that he was right.
How the Ruins Go.
"I thought," said the American who
was seeing Europe for the first time,
"that you people had a lot of iaterest
la old ruins over here."
"Once we had Buch things," the
native apologized, "but your heiresses
have come over and had most of them
put in good repair." Pittsburg Ob
server. And She an Old Maid.
"I sat In the front seat of the car
with nine men," said the old maid,
"four In the same seat, five facing me.
I paid my fare with a dime and the
conductor said: Two? I wonder
which of those men he thought I was
going to pay for?"
The Thing of This World.
It is not we who possess the things
of this world. It Is the things of this
world which possess us. Johannes
Jorgensen.
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ADVERTISING
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SERIES OF TEN TALKS ON
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writtea
Never spring a Hg newspaper advertisement upon
the public unexpectedly.
Make it an invariable rule to lead up by two or
three nicely graded steps to the important announce
ment to be made. People take a certain pleasure out
of anticipation. They enjoy their dinner all the more
if they have been anxiously waiting to hear the bell.
But if you open up your morning newspaper and find
blazed forth in big headlines the advertisement of
something startlingly new you are stunned rather than
interested. If, however, for two or three days you
have been looking for this announcement and each
day getting a little more curious about it, you get your
self keyed up in anticipation, and then if the announce
ment is even better than you had imagined you sur
render in a body.
Don't pay the United States government two
cents for carrying a letter or a circular worth less than
two cents.-
The average advertiser will shave off 15 cents a
thousand on envelopes and a quarter of a cent a pound
on paper and beat down the printer in price so that he
is obliged to use a 30-cent ink and by various other
economies get his material ready for $6 a thousand.
He will then pay the government $20 for carrying his
stingy, badly-printed, cheap-looking $6 worth of
stuff and pat himself on the back for being economical.
Don't waste gray matter on your competitor. No
matter how entertainingly he lies, you go right on
telling the plain, blunt kind of truth that-mother-used-to-make.
Truth can be made far more entertaining than
falsehood. Don't be afraid to call a spade a spade.
If the goods are shoddy advertise them as shoddy,
give good shoddy measure, and charge shoddy prices.
, There are tens of thousands of people who. prefer
shoddy ; prefer to eat it, to wear it, to be entertained
by it.
If you have news to print about your store some
call it advertising don't order twenty-three styles of
type with whirligig borders and a crazy, badly-engraved
picture. The mummer on New Year's Day or the
clown at Barnum's may look funny, but he couldn't
make good on the road selling gold watches. The
advertiser has an idea that the more fool things he
drags into his copy the more entertaining it is. The
clown has the very same idea.
The great thing in all advertising is not quantity
of circulation, but quality of your copy printed in a
newspaper the readers of which are able to buy your
goods.
"jglplUAStir
"opyrlrcht. 1WW. by Tribune Compiny. Chicago.)
THE PLUG HAT OF JAPAN.
Tiles of the Vintage of Fifty Years Ago
Make the Mikado's Subjects Proud.
"There is one sight which you must
not miss when you go to Tokyo," said
the seasoned traveler. "That is the
rare display of anthropological plug
hats.
"Some people arrange to get to
Japan in cherry blossom season, and
others want to get there In time to
receive an invitation to the emperor's
garden party in chrysanthemum time;
but take the tip of one who has batted
about the world considerably and land
in Tokyo either on New Year's day or
on the emperor's birthday. On both
you can see something unique in the
line of headgear.
"When Japan began to get civilized
she bought all the accessories of civ
ilization that England did not want
any more. England sold her old-fashioned,
out-of-date, narrow gauge rail
road stock, antiquated tram cars and
other second-hand junk, including the
then current styles of plug hat.
"The tile of those days has re
mained the ruling fashion in Japan
up to the present. Japan may build
Dreadnoughts, but the plug hat of 50
years ago still reigns supreme.
"Only on such ceremonious occa
sions as the New Tear's festivities,
the emperor's birthday or possibly
the racing meets at Negishi, near
Yokohama, does the Japanese gentle
man bring forth from his camphor
wood chest his plug hat, a heritage
from his forefathers. It may be
warped with 20 summers; damp or
green with the shine of antiquity, but
that matters nothing.
"Once this superstructure to his
wrinkled frock coat and bagged
trousers is added, the Japanese gen
tleman feels that no dignity short of
a decoration of the order of the Ris
ing Sun can be added to his person.
That crowning glory of a plug hat
may settle around his ears or it may
perch upon his head like half a pea
nut shell, but no matter; it is the hat
of civilization and the badge of re
spectability. "He trots out of his house looking
like one of the ancient daimios stiff
with the dignity of two swords. All
that fearful day ho wean this hat off
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tncient vintage like a crown, and in
the end he stows it away in his damp
proof chest awaiting another festal
occasion or held as an asset in his
estate after death."
Unwise Combination.
To the mind of Mrs. Abigail Jen
nings there was a sort of disloyalty in
admitting to any outsider that a native
of Willowby could be really eccentric
As for anything beyond eccentricity,
.Mrs. Jennings would never have ad.
m it ted it, even in the case of Miss
Rachel Gregg, who was frankly called
crazy by the summer visitors.
"Now, Mrs. Jennings," said one of
the boarders, "do you really mean that
jou've never known Miss Gregg to do
anything that you'd call crazy?"
"No, I haven't," said Mrs. Jennings,
with a Arm and unyielding expression
about her prominent chin.
"Why, what do you think of her
sending that bag of eggs over to the
Corners to Mrs. Cole, right In the box
with her laundry work, and never tell
ing the stage-driver, and letting him
throw the box right off?" inquired the
summer boarder. "Mrs. Cole says
there's one shirtwaist she'll never he
able to wear again."
"Well," said Mrs. Jennings, calmly,
"I should say about that as I have
about a number of little things Rachel
does and has done. She may lack in
wisdom and forethought now and
again but then, who doesn't, I'd like
to know?" Youth's Companion.
Got the Wrong Girt.
After being married a year, a young
man named Hahn, living at Volosca,
Dalmatia, discovered the other day
that he had not married the girl he In
tended. When he proposed tofcerhe
mistook her for her twin sister, who
so resembles her that they caa
scarcely be distinguished apart. He
did not realize his error until he be
gan calling her by her Christian name
Instead of by the terms of endear
ment he had hitherto used.
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clever dance may be witnessed im
FIJI, called by the natives "the sugar
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