THE COURIER
and go flying forward to see a corner or two of the strange world.
Trousers would not hamper her to do this; why should petticoats?
K r. Hyde she believed to be the true man. Hib lying tongue had
deceived her. His desire to please her had been coupled with signs
of courtesies and respect. He had worn a mask to her. It was part
of the game he was playing, but in a moment, which from his long
experience in the game he had thought opportune, a look, a word
and a movement of the hand had betrayed him. He had intended
that it should betray him, for he thought tho time to uncover had
arrived. But he did not know the woman, and none of his exper
ience with other women gave him anything for comparison. Mrs.
Chapman wan not near falling into any such coarsely made, illy
conceived and openly arranged trap. Nor in fact, into any trap
She had been blind to see that one was being laid, it is true, but her
womanly instincts informed her that there was a snare, instantly it
was completely set.
They returned to the hotel together. Mr. Hyde soon after retired
to his rooms up town to tell his room mate, without mentioning any
names, that he had met the most uncompromisingly funny woman,
he supposed, that there was in the world.
He had dangled after and had angled for her in the usual manner;
but had found that she was not to be thus caught, at least, he con
soled himself, at present.
And then ho retired virtuously to bed, to be aroused at an early
hour to take a train to meet a business appointment.
And so we will ledve him, indignant, aggrieved, thinking himself
deceived and wronged by a woman, but sure to get his revenge else
where in due time.
The woman thought it over. "There is something wrong about it
all," she said. "I earned my
livlagas a girl. I was treated
no batter than wale employes.
I didn't ajt any better treat
ment. I do not need a guard
ian to keep me from going
wrong or astray. I want to
enjoy myself and to see the
world. I want to be as free as
a man Wby not?"
Why not. indeed, why not?
There are a dozen or more rea
sons. An important one is that
there is a certain great Sphinx
who asks questions. You must
answer those questions right,
or be devoured or cast out, if
you are a woman.
If you are a man you may
snap your fingers under the
very nose of this terrible
Sphinx, who does not eat you
nor cast you out, but winks and smiles and gets
fearful question for one of your sisters.
This is only an episode in this woman's life. Shu tried friendship
once afterwards, and failing again, she fell into a cynical and con
triving frame of mind. During the interval, while this lasted, she
was disagreeable, her husband thought.
After this there was a child, of whom husband and wife were very
fond. And as he grew strong, healthy and full of childish questions
the mother grew less restless and more tender.
The child answered some questionr for her. She felt that here
was a compensation for the dull and quiet life to which ehe seemed
to be sentenced. And when other children came she found her joy
in them. Her husband's business affairs prospered, and after a
while he gave up the road and beceme a resident partner in the
house he had represented so long.
One day, long afterward, he brought a friend to dine with him.
He presented him to his wife, saying:
-Mr. Hyde says he knew you long ago, my dear."
"Oh, yes," says the lady sweetly, "I did know him so very long
ago."
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JOE KERR'S OFFICE BOY ON BABIES.
There is three kinds of babies. Babies thit ain't borned yet,
babies that is borned and babies that never o't to bin borned, and
doll babies, but cat's babies is kittens, and dogs' baoies is pups, but
a cow's baby is a calf, and soforth.
Babies is bawled and bald. Good babies is tho kind you read
about. They are mostly dead, or else they belong to uther folks
and not to you.
A baby is a small piece of breething skin whitcb is like a nus
paper red awl over (goak). Some fokes uses them for clocks, be
cause a baby's insides is all full of yells, and when he goes off it is
night, and most parunts knows it is time for them to git up.
Some babies was invented by Mr. EdiBon and Borne by uther men,
but Mayor Weir never invented none. Oh no; he is 2 slick.
Babies is devided into 2 kinds boys and the kind that never o'l
to bin borned gurls. Buc twins and tri piers is the uther kind
whitch comes in groups. They come to hi for most famblies. But i
think it's 2 bad about ray ant mary pa ses God wou't never let her
have no twins nor triplers, nor anything, 'cause he's down on old
mades. But a kitten can lick its oan muther.
Babies ain't got no teeth; but they want to swaller thare oan fists
and everything, the littul suckers! But thare is too mutch babies
in this world, anyhow. If docturs would only mind there oan bisois
and cure sick fokes more and not go round for so mutch new babies
awl the time, tho world wouldn't have haf so mutch trouble. They
could cure awl the collick and meezles on erth by not finding no
mora babies, and littul boys like me would get some atenshun, too.
If uther babies growed in egs like a hen's, you could cat them,
and they wouldn't be borned
to squall and waste milk on
But a duck's babies is called
goslumB.
Some babies is very tuff
You can drop them on the floor
and knock thare heds on the
wall and slam them awl ovar
the house and they won't kick
none, nor cry. They don't
have no hooping coif, nor
nothing. Thay never wake up
and thare stummicks don't
ake, because they are full of
saw dust, and they are doll
babies.
Our baby makes me tired
she crows 2 mutch, i gess she's
stuck on herself.
Uncle bob don't like Babies
no more. He used to doteon
Ourn cured him. ma she let him
them.but he don't dote no more.
hold the baby, and that settled it.
i gess unckle don't no the rite name for pants, for when he was
agoing away he said that darned brat of ourn had dampened bis
ardor. He always was grate for big words. But a mouse ain't a
rat's baby any more then a bullit is a cannon-ball's little boy.-
Lams is baby shepes with wool whiskers on thare outsides to make
clothes out of for store-keepers to stick you with. But if babies
could only stay littul thay would be hapy, for When they git growed
up and havt to hump for a living they find out what a hard, coaled
spere this world is, you bet.
Jay babies is borued on farms, and has one nerse, which is its
muther; but city babies is brot up on a bottil, and hast to be inter
dused to its muther 2 or 5 times a year, because city mu there has
got to be swell. But it ain't swell to watch out for kids when you
git them.
"Dopted babies is the kind that grows on door-steps. An' once
thay was a good man whitch never had no children, an' so he went
to sea for six yeres and left his wife to home. So when he come
thare agen there was two littul boys and two littul girl babies wait
ing ror him, whitch was a hapy surprise. So, no more now.
Georgie.
Visitor Can you tell me where Mr. Greencorn's cottage is?
Country Youth I can for a nickel.
Visitor Here it is; now where is it?
Country Youth Ii's burnt do;vn.
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