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says to thitn: 'Gintlemen, they larned
their thrade befure th' days iv open
plumbinV I eaya. 'Tell ua what ia
wanted ye'ereelf or call in a journeyman
who's wurrukiu' card ia dated this
cinchry,' I says. An' I'm right, too
Hinniesy."
"Well," said Mr. Hennesey, slowly,
"those ol la-ad8 was level headed."
"Thrue f'r ye," said Mr. Dooley.
"But undber th' new ilictioc laws ye
can't rote the cimitries."
BOTH SIDES OF THE CAMPAIGN.
THE CONCERT
OF THE EIGHTEENTH.
THE KANSAS CITY STABS NOVEL FORUM
FEATURE.
(Translated from the "Contes da Lundl," of
Alpbonse Daudet, by Katharine Mellck. I
. , , All the battalions of Maraia and the
The Kansas City Star has deeded faubourgSan Antoine. encamped that
upon a Bpecial feature for the presidents n!nt n th hllrPka nf Avmnm Du.
mesnil. For three days the army of
ial campaign which was never under
taken before by any newspaper. At its
request the chairman of the two nation
al committees, Messrs. James K. Jones
and M. A. Hanna, have selected and ap
pointed two distinguished writers to
Ducrot had battered itself upon the
heights of Champigny, and as for us,
we' were being held, they said, aa re
serves. Nothing more dismal than that en-
most simultaneously other blows, more
heavy, more distant, echoed down there
in diminishing reverberation. It is the
battle recommencing.
But Messieurs the Amateures mock
the battle.
That platform, those four candles,
have awaked in all the company I know
not what histrionic instincts. They wait
for the last couplet, snatching the bal
lad from the singer's lips. No one feels
the cold. Those who are upon the stage,
those who descend, and even those who
wait their' turn, thn Bong in the edge of
HOW A HORSE KILLS A SNAKE.
,. T V;"1 a , aep ,. r campment in an outlying boulevard, .?tMrnri&n
called 'The CamDahrn Forum." In r-' . j . . - i. 1 the throat, all are flushed, perspiring,
Few of us have ever seen a horse kill
a snake, but Mrs. Custer describes the
performance in her story of "The Kid,'
in the September St. Nicholas.
As they were pushing out of a jungle
on foot one day, the colonel said:
"Samanthy is a little too attentive,
Alf; he shoves himself alongside of me,
aod when 1 remonstrate he backs a
Utile, but keeps so close he almost
treads on my heels."
"Well, father, I suppose
nothing can go on without him. He's
been in everything I ever did yet."
As they came to a narrow defile, with
the branches of the trees festooned with
mors and the ground tangled with vines
and thick underbrush, Samanthy for
got his manners and crowded to the
front. There was hardly room for two
abreast. Thecolenel, peering into the
thicket for birds, heard what he took
to be the whirr of pheasants' wings,
and he lifted his gun to take aim. The
Kid, pressing on, ear with his keen
eyes that it was nothing so harmless as
the rising of a covey of birds, A huge
rattlesnake overlooked by the colonel
in bis intense concentration on the
this department the arguments of each
of the two great parties will be present
ed, side by side, day by day. To con
duct the democtatic side, Mr. Jones
has selected and formally appointed Mr.
Willis J. Abbott, chief of the Press
Bureau of the Democratic National
Committee, and for the Republican side,
Mr. Hanna has selected and appointed
the famous journalist and literateur.Mr.
December, those ill-joined windows,
those gates, always open, and those
fuming lamps, all blackened with smoke,
like lanterns in a hieh wind. Imnoa-
Murat Balstead. Upon learning the de- Bibje to read to eIeep Qameaof Btreet
cision of the two chairmen. The Star Its . u : ..i . :- v-
,iv uruuiun muni, uo uivcuteu tu revive tun
heWn,fm-med,ate,yeD?8gedthetWOgentIe,U0n blood, warm the feet, make the circuit
- .,, ..B .., w, OI tJie DarracKB tinmen inaction, so
paign Forum will be inaugurated, to be close to combat, shameful and enervat
continued in the regular issue of The ingf thia night above all. Though the
Star, daily and Sunday until the end cannonading has ceased, one feels that
of the campaign. An interesting fea- a -terrible sortie is preparing up there,
ture of the Forum will be the answers and from time to time when the electric
to questions upon campaign topics, sub- firB ot the fort touch thifl Bide of PariB
mittedto the Star to be answered by in "their circular movement, silent com
either Mr. Halstead or 'Mr. Abbott, or vfo1M aro Been massed at the edge of
both. Under the circumstances, the tae curb, others ascending the avenue
answers thus given will have the stamp in Bombre garb, seeming to cringe on
of authority of the National Commit- the- earth dwarfed by ihe columns of
tee the Place of the Throne.
I was quite -frozen there, lost in the
night of those great barracks. Some
one said to me:
'-'Come see the Eighteenth. It is to
have a concert."
I went Each of our companies had
"T T ; 7 T' ,tu,T?' . brighUeyed. Vanity has warmed them,
stations deserted dock-yards, in those There m eveQ cerebrilieB of the
melancholy quarters that display noth- ter,-an upholsterer poet, who demands
ing but a few placards of wine shops. to recite a little song or his own compo-
Nothing more glacial, more sordid than Bltion..The Egotiet."-with the re-
thow long barracks of planka stretched hdio,.ciiacun pour S0l-e,..each for
over the battered earth, bard and dry in ,;,.,. Anrl QD u unf1 j.,fB.
wwa. MUI vvx.k v
speech, he said, "L Egotifte," and
"faeun pour foie." It was a satire
upon the corpulent bourgeois, who like
better to sit by a corner of 'their fire
than go to the advance posts; and I see
yet that cheerful head of the composer,
his helmet over one ear, the strap under
his chin; accenting all the words of his
song, and ub letting fly his refrain, with
malicious zeal,
"Facun pourfoi,facun pourfoi.''
All this time the cannon also sang,
mingling its deep bass with the rattle of
the mitrailleuse. It told of the wounded,
dying of cold in the snow, the agony at
the other end of the road, in the pools
of frozen blood; the blind shell; the
black death coining from every side
across the right.
And the concert of the Eighteenth
went on!
Now we had reached tavern songs. A
jolly old dog, with bloodshot eyes and
red nose, swaggered upon the stage in a
melee of stamping, of encores, of bravos.
The canteen woman woke with a start!
Colorado Excursion.
... The Chicago Rock Island & Pacific
thicket, lay roiled directly in front of By. will sell tickets to Colorado and
him. the vicious mouth hissincr. the Utah noints Aucuat 21st and Sonfmhr
eyes gleaming wjth fire. Alt was in kthand!8th at the following low rates. , lS!SSiSl?SSi and, pressed in the throng, devoured by
agony, lie could not ore, tor ms rawer Denver ana return, slb2o, Colorado rj " "" 67." . T, U eyes, forced herself to laugh, also,
or the pony would have received the Springs and return, $1885, Glenwood 8n .w ""J811 P016- n while the old man thundered in a rakish
shot, as they were placed. and return, 130 25, Salt Lake City and p"ched on Jh Pmts ' bayoneta elon- . ..
But a more vigilant pair of eyes than Ogden and return. $31.00. All tickets. ate,d 8at ame shadows o black x couId not t , I went out.
even the Kid's hd discovered the rep- good for return until October 31st. For' "moke "hIcn Btruck fu" upD a,! thoee My turn as sentry had come -so much
.. . ... nanna rT irnptrman vnnn ioiu..m Av- w
lurtber information and n hnnlr nn rviin. "" " "uouimMo uiuvihohjui ..
bruted by drunkenness, cold, fatigue
and that wretched slumber, standing
tile, and with a spring in front of the
colonel, and with the nicest exactitude,
down came the pony with a buck jump,
his hoofs close together on the head of
the snake, crushing in the deadly fangs,
and flattening the skull into the soft
soil!
Still there was an ominous rattle of
the tail, and the little nag gathered him
self again, bowed his supple back, and
drove his hoofs into the mottled skin of
the deadly foe ot mankind.
further information and a book on Colo
rado scenery address
E. W. Thompson, A. G, P. A.,
Topeka, Kansas.
F. H. Barnes, C. P.'A.,
3t .Lincoln, Neb.
Bickerstaff I am told they have been
warm friends for years.
Tenderbook They're warmer than
ever since they quarreled.
BickeraUff How's that?
Tenderhook Some hot words have
passed between them.
"If ta nairl" mlt ttia wao "fhof
maMr talka! Can on tell what Ian- mAalftion
guage it adopts? "
"Certainly,'' replied the merchant, as
he put his name on another promise to
pay. "The sign language." Town
Topics.
upright, which writhes and wastes. In
a corner the sutler slept; her mouth
open; rolled up on a bench before the
little table filled with empty bottles and
disordered glassed.
They sang.
In turn, Messieurs the amateurs
mounted an improvised platform at the
end of the hall, and posed, declaimed,
diaped their blankets around them with
recollections of the melodrama. I heard
again bombastic, resonant voices, echo
ing to the end of passages, all the open
court filled with uproar of children, of
hanging cageG, of noisy stalls. All that
is charming to hear, mingled with the
sound of labor, with the accompaniment
of hammer and joiner; but there, upon
that platform, it' was travesty, htait-
i . rending:
We had first the pensive workman
To clubs of ten taking The Courier the and the long-bearded mechanic, chant-
price k seventy five ing the woes ot the poor.
Spatts, facetiously What sort of a
horticultural specimen is a steel plant?
Hunker I? you had ever been where
steel is produced, you would know that
a steel plant is a hot-house variety.
Town Topics.
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please send right address to Courier
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Bizby I'm going to take this cake to
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Mrs. Bixby What forT
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kEGAfo NOTICES
A complete file c "The Courier" is
kept in an absolutely fireproof build
ing. Another file is kept in this office
and still another .has been .deposited
elsewhere. Lawyers may nubiish mj at.
files
served from year
care.
prev
to year with great
"Was your husband very sick?"
"We can't tell, till we get the
tot's bill." Town Topics.
doc-
The COURIER"
'And any One Douar
Woman'. Oufc Magazine
m
"Pauvreojproletairooo "
with the tones of a throat upon which
the International Saint bad spent all
his displeasure, Then there came an
other, partly asleep, who sang us the
famouB song of the "Canaille,'' but with
an air so weary, so slow, so mournful,
that one would have declared it a
lullaby.
"Here are the rascals, we come, we
come "
And while he droned, there rose the
snores of the obstinate sleepers, who
sought the corners, turning away from
the light, and grumbling.
Suddenly a white' flash shot between
the planks, and paled the red flames of
the candles. In the same instant a
heavy blow shook the bsxracks, and al-
the worse for mel
I needed room and air, and I paced
on very far, even to the Seine. The
water was black, the quay deserted.
Sombre Paris, gaslight cut off, slept in a
circle of fire. Flashes of cannon blinked
round about; an incendiary glow flushed
here aod there upon the heights. Very
near me I heard low voices, compressed,
distinct in the cold air. There was
hard breathing, encouraging tones.
"Hist!"
The voices stopped all at once, as in
the ardor ot a mighty task which ab
sorbs all the forces of being. And ar
proaching the shore. I distinguish at
last, in that luminous mst which sur
mounts the blackest water, a gunner,
stopped by the bridge de Bercy, in try
ing to row -up stream. The shaken
lanterns, the grinding cables which the
marines slip hand over hand, mark well
the springs, the recoils, all the vicissi
tudes of that combat with the ill will of
the river and the night. Brave little
cannoneer! How all these obstacles
chafe him!
Furious, he beats the water with his
oars, makes it seethe about the place.
At last a supreme effort thrusts him for
ward. Steady bejel And when he has
passed, and when he advances straight
into the smoke, toward the battle which
calls him, a great shout of "Vive la
France!' resounds beneath the echoes
of the bridge.
Ah, how far is the concert of the
Eighteenth!
"Not a barber's ehop within five miles.
Do you call that civilization?"
"Well, it certainly isn't barbarism."
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