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Show KISMET. broken-hearte- Only a trifla wrought my woe, Only a fata malicious. Only a thought! few word or two, Only an anawer vicious, Only a sulphurous little aceua When we both turned green and yellow And now, by jingo, slie'a lieeu and guue And married another fellow t Huniervilla Journal. BRIGITTES FORTUNE. Short, thin, dry anil wrinkled as an apple that lay withered during a long winter. tuch was the good man. Farmer Landry. Indeed, he woe one of those close-fiste- d old peasant of whom it is graphically said that they can shave something from an egg shell. Since the death of hi wife he hud retired from agriculture and lived ulono in a little house at the end of the village. And yet, not entirely alone, fo- - ho had with him hi old servant Brigitte. lint the poor woman counted for no lit- tie in tlie household, a little abovo the dog, List not ho much a the donkey, that ci i, t a hundred and twenty francs. She entered hi family ut tin; age of twelve to guard the cow, and had been then ever since. She knew no other family life than this ono, and the exceeding parsimony of the muster seemed to her entirely natural. She was now a tail, halo woman of tilty. with feet and bund that might have been the pride of a pugilistic trainer. While exacting very little in the way of iximiwnsatioii, she drudged like a puck home; fur indeed, she could not do otherwise in Farmer Landry' house. Beside in her simple mind existed a canine attachment and mil admiration for her master, who was not ashamed to take ail vantage of her good nature. Of course in the service of this miser Brf itte had not earned a fortune. Hut the honest creature wa amply satisfied when the old pennant in a patronizing tone praised her zeal: What a good aimple creature you are, Brigitte, aie you not? Then the good woman's mouth would open into a loud laugh. He! he! he! master! You have always -your little manner of joking; he! rod-face- d, square-shouldere- d. lie! he!One day while Farmer Landry waa himself replastering his garden wall, so as not to pay the mason, he made a false step and foil Into the pool just over the point where the doepest hole was. He sploshed wildly about for a few moments, calling vainly for help with ail tho power of his lungs. At last worn out by his efforts, he waa about to sink from sight, when Brigitte at last heard him. The devoted creature courageously jumped into the water, at the risk of drowning herself. She succeeded in pulling him to the hank; he was entirely unconscious, but she raised him in her strong arms, as she would a child, put him to bed, and with rubbing and remedies recalled him to life. On seeing him open his eyes, the good Brigitte shed tears of Joy. Ah. good master, how gind I am that you are not drowned and buried in that hole! The old peasant waa glad of it too, although he had one lively regret the toss uf his trowel, which fell into the water at the same time with himself. However, he had the decency not to ixpress the wish that Brigitte should Kturn and jump in after thnt also, indeed, in the first impulse of gratitude, he said to his servant with a .ouch of emotion: It is you who pulled me out of the iOlc; I shall never forget it; my good ,lrl you may be assured of that. I im going to make you a present Oh. master, indeed there is no need f that! But I tell you I will give you aome-Jiindon't doubt it! And really, the same evening, after . thousand hesitations, he drew forth iis long leather purse and called Brigitte to him. While making a yrimaco like one haring a tooth drawn, io selected a silver piece of twenty g; Mints. Here, Brigitte, is your present It .hall not be counted in your wages, ;ou know. Oh, no, this is extra out-iid-o of your wages. Do not bo extravagant with It; that would be a sin. For the service rendered it was not jnbridlcd generosity on the part of the giver, and tho former had some dim intimation of the fact for he added (as if to enhanco its value) : -It is just tho price of a lottery ticket; Buy ono, my girl, and you may win twenty thousand dollars. It was tho first time in his life that the poor man allowed himself to be so liberal, ao the thought of it haunted him for a long time; he constantly wondered about the fate of his bright silver piece. lie often asked the servant if she had yet bought her lottery ticket Xot yet Master, was her unvarying answer. But at length she decided to end this constant questioning by pacifying him. Bo one day she replied: Yes, Master, I have bought one. Indeed! What number? Oh, the number is 34. Very good! said her master, repeating the number to impress it on Be careful not to lose it! his mind. Never fear, master. Because if you do fear sometime to lose it The habits of daily life in the little household, disturbed by theao events, soon settled into their regular course; eating sparely, very temperate drinking, few hours for sleeping and many for work. Farmer Landry wu si most comto'.cd prodigality, when ono morning, in the barber shop, where he went from time to time to read gratis the Gazrtte, a terrible omul ion shook him. Hu rend the result of the lottery drawing, and at the head those words, like lines of fire flashed before tho dnz-zlod Hoctaelu of tho good man: The number thirty-fou- r luu won tho grout prize of lUO.iNRl francs. The old gentleman gave such a sudden cry that the startled barber, in turning towards him, almost clipied a corner from the ear of the school muster, whom he was shaving. Whats tho mutter, Father Landry. he asked. Oh, nothing, nothing. answered the farmer, who quickly recovered his calmness. Rearranging his sjicctucles, he read again slowly, spelling each syllable to niuke assurance doubly sure. There was no niistuke; the number 31. Brigitte's ticket, hud won. Ho dropjied the journal and started off in great agitation towards his house. Brigitte hud prepured her master's frugal breakfast of nuts and cheese. He plucod himself at the table, hut he could not ent, for hi emotion seemed to clinch his tlirout and prevent him from swallowing. Wliut is the matter. Master? anxiously asked Brigitle. Nothing at ail. You are not ill? Xu, 1 toll you, ho answered Wlmt lottery ? You know very for his forced Kitw wm kissm w iwrrt a hers, Sinr were wurds an temlnr. Kitw were eyas eo full of liKht, Jlsrsr a waist ao aleoiler, lfaeer again will her Iqis meat wine, Forever wa two are parted; Oh, how I mias har my lore' to night, I d As I sit here, i . j an-gril-y. During several days he secretly tho poor woman. Did site know that slie hud won iUO.OoO francs? Xo indeed! Entirely ignorant that she was the object of such close scrutiny, she performed her dully tasks with her usual good humor, while her master was in a fever of unrest. One day he dared to ask her, trembling while doing so: Is there any news, iny good girl? Nothing, Master, except Unit one of the hens has the pip. Very good! She knew nothing about licr good fortune. As for announcing it to her that was entirely too much for his nature and long life habit. It seemed to him monstrous that another should profit by this marvellous windfall of a hundred thousand francs, produced by his piece of twenty sous his own bright, silver bit! Time was lengthened from days to weeks. A notice in tlie journal (he really bought a copy of the ono containing tho announcement) formally stated that after a delay of three months the uncluimed prizes would be employed for anew capital. 'JTie poor man had no more appetite for eating or drinking, or power to sleep; he was dying of uneasiness. Twenty times he was on the point of speaking of the tioket to Brigitte; and twenty times ho hit the tip of his tongue. One word only might put his servant in the way to learn her good fortune. One morning, after an unusually sleepless nigh passed in turning and returning in his bed, he arose with a smile on his thin lips. He had found a key to the problem. lie commenced by ordering Brigitte to kill the plumpest chicken and to cook it In the oven with a good piece of pork. In the meanwhile, he brought from the cellar, where it was hid behind the fagots, a bottle of old wine. And finally he gave his servant money to buy coffee, sugar and brandy. Brigitte asked herself if her master had gone mad? Surely some demon has taken possession of his mind! she thought with a thrill of fear. It seemed a fearful increase of the malady when toe old gentleman, after having ordered her to lay the table for two, asked her to take her place as his vis-a-vi- s. Oh, Master, I should never, never dare to do that! Sit down there, I tell you, you foolish woman! Brigitte had heard that one must not oppose toe wishes of maniacs. So, without answering, she seated herself in grant embarrassment on the edge of the chair. Come; eat and drink, Brigitte, my girl, he said, filling her plate generously. However, this was not the last surprise for Brigitte. When the coffee was served the old gentleman suddenly said: , You see. my good Brigitte, this means that I am going to get married! Indeed, master, it is not yet too late; if you are old, you are still hale and well," answered the simple servant approvingly. Since that is your view, if you like, we will marry each other. After the roast chicken and pork, the coffee and wine, Brigitte expected to hear almost any strange thing on the part of her master. But that! Oh, not that! You are joking me master! Xot at all. answered the old peasant He explained that he was growing old, was without children or fumily, and did not wish to die alone like a dog. Besides, he was grateful! He could not forget that Brigitte had saved his life his faithful Brigitte. One must not be forgetful of such a service. Finally, tho worthy woman, whose head was turned by this stroke of good fortune, believed in his sincerity. She, a humble servant marry her master? Think of it! It was, indeed, something to turn onos brain. The bans were published, and the marriage followed. The couple were d greeted at the church by the smiles of the whole village. After the ceremony the now husband hurriedly conducted his wife home. Haring crown'd the threshold, he hastily deiruindiMl in a joyful voice, while energetically nibbing his hnnds. Brigitte, my girl, whore have you put your ticket?" What ticket? Your lottery ticket, Xo. 84? good-nuture- impatiently. with my twenty-so- null,' he cried, Tho one you bought u piece, that I gave you!'' Tho bride begun to laugh stupidly. All, tin: twoaly sous? Listen, Master. "One wins in those lotteries. It was very cold l,it winter, very cold." Well, well? interrogated Landry, who began to grow very yellow. she concluded, I Oh, indeed. did not buy the ticket. With the money I lioiight me some good fur lined slipja-ra- . which I wa sure would do mo good, Yes. indeed. REDPATH AND DAVIS. Tha Ilatwavn tha AbolllloaUta and tha ('aufrdsrala Iailar. The career of Mr. Kcdpath was remarkable fur its vicssit tides, says the Boston Herald. Though not an old man at his death, ho hud through stranger and mure niurkml extremal of fortune and cxicririieu than most men of his generation. His connection with tho underground railroad in Khiihiui twenty-liv- e yours ago, und his relations with John lirnwa. are well known. They represent ono phase of his life, but it was upjHiinted for him to havo an experience wilh the leader of the cause in which his position whs absolutely unique. Nothing lie ever did was so unexpected as his intimacy with Jefferson Davis two or latlmarj Ih-i- three years beforchisdruth. While connected with tho North American Review It became necessary for him to meet Mr. Davis in his own homo, Two men more unlike could not huwc been selected for coiiiiKinionship, but there grew up such u friendship between them tliut Mr. Red path became the assistant and adviser of Mr. Davis in preparation of his political memoirs, und was in tho closest literary and personal relations with tho chief until bis death, still assisting Mrs. Duvis after that event in the preparation and final publieution of the biography of her husbund. Ho made his murk a a friend of the Irish as well as of toe negro, but his affiliation with Mr. Davis was the strangest of all strange experiences through which lie passed. The most radical man at tho north and the most radical man in the south met together, and were closeted for weeks in the same room, while going over events in which each hud been in conviction at the furthest remove from tho other, and during all this companionship they lived in entire harmony, and never abused the courtesies of friendship. If y Mr. Red path's could be fully written out it would be the record of as thrilling romances a were ever recorded in a work of fiction. Ho was in every respect a unique and exceptional man. life-stor- BREAD. WELL-BAKE- D Lubvh Tkil liars Itaaa far Sassafras Ontario la aa Oran. In the exhumation of Pompeii one house was discovered which was evidently in a state of repair when the volcanic storm buried it Painters, decorators and cleaners were mas ten of the situation. The household godi were all in disorder, and the family, if not out of town, must have been undergoing that condition of misery which spring cleanings and other like inflictions surely entail. Painters' pots and brushes and workmen's tools were scattered all over the house. Tell-tal- e spots of whitewash starred the wall and floor. $uch domestic implement as pots and kettles had been bundled up in a corner ail by themselves, and the cook was non est Dinner, however, bad not been forgotten. A solitary pot stood simmer-Bu- r. if it ever did simmer, on the stove. There was a bronze dish in waiting before the oven, and on the dish a sucking-piall ready to be baked, but the oven was already engaged with its full complement of bread. So the pig had to wait, and It never entered the oven, and the loaves were never taken out till after the lapse of 1,700 years. They had been baking aince August 24, A. D. '79. There were thenty-on- e of them rather crusty, of course, and rather dark colored, but perfectly preserved. g, Accents of Bcaatr. There are comparatively harmless ways of accentuating natural beauty, says Shirley Dare. For instance, perfumes may bo indulged in by everybody for their stimulating and refreshing properties especially lavender, lemon, roses, violets, sage and benzoin. Thick lips can be reduced by rubbing with tannin. Pale lips can be induced to show color by friction with dark grapes. Lemon, orange and cucumber peels are excellent for toe complexion. Let them soak in water, for they not only soften, but tonify and freshen the complexion, keeping the flesh healthy and firm. When wiping the face always wipe upward, for this saves many a wrinkle and fullness under the chin. The eyes should always be wiped toward the nose, as it presses out the fine lines from the corners. The Shamrock. The Shamrock, Ireland's emblem, is a trefoil, or three-leafe- d grass, much resembling our white clover. According to tradition, when St. Patrick landed near Wicklow, in 433, tho pngan inhabitants were on tlie point of stoning him to death; but, having obtained a bearing, he endeavored to explain to them tho Trinity in Uniy, but they could not understand it At last he stooimd and plucked a trefoil (Shamrock). and said. Is it not ns possible for tlie Father. Son and Holy Ghost to ho one. as it is for these throe leaves to grow upon a single stalk? The Irish were convinced, and the Shamrock was adopted as tho national A A PARADISE FOR (URLS. supply 'em all, whatever it costs. Id like to know whur we'd I ut we hadn't gut our full share of it. (live BY A TRAVELFEW POINTERS the kids u chancel. ING ROMANCER. It is a to announce that I'ncl.i Silas' remark were received I'lliuatc and iih Dreeing F.iolirarlng wilh iipplniimi and that tlu kids got Foputal Ilia Wurth iMknla , n, quito as much cducatum as most of I'ruuii-- r them could lid.-- Harper's Magazine A Ilajr of lihsla. WASHINGTON'S e - Few people in the older selticd parts the country have little nr uo idea what a scarce article young ladies ate up in the Dakota, said a traveling man in Chicago, as he watched the fair ones tripping along the street in front of his hotel office window. Why, uny one of these shop girls, wurking here for a few dollars a week, can go up into that country and have tlie choice ut all the men there. An attractive young lady In that part of the country Is something to pause and gaze at, and sWi docs not stay single long for the want of proposal. 1 represent a Chicago hardware house and include North Dakota in iny territory, and do you know that in only iilxiut one town out of every ten do 1 catch u glimpse of a pretty young lady's fare. All are school girl or murried women. I don't imagine w hy the old maid do not . go there and capture llotelkecp-er- a up there tell me they have lots of trouble in keeping a supply uf diningroom girls. As fust a they Import them from tin: eust. the men out there toll them that they might not to be working by tho wi ck, hut should preside over homos of their own. Tliut settles iL Away go tho girls and a new lot has to be iinKirtcd. I cannot vouch for the truthfulness of it, but it is said that one hotelkeeper displays tha following notice in tlie diningroom: Guests are warned nut to talk of love to tho waiter girls. Any one convicted of of im-n- making a proposal of uisrriiiga to them will be promptly shot, lliikiiiess is husi-nns- s. Many of the country hotels have quit trying to keep waiter girls, and employ crude men, with idg. red, hairy hands, to paw over your provender. 1 won't forget nn incident that happened at the little town of D , on the Northern Iltcific. 1 used to Sunday there, and so did another young traveling man representing a St. Paul house. A pretty young lady lived in the town, and we both had met her at a Saturday night dance sumo weeks before. It hapjioned that my friend and I reached the town about the same hour one Sundny afternoon. We soon had on our best clothes, and, as it lacked only a little over an hour of church time, I stole away from my friend to aik tho fuir one for her company for tlie evening. I hud boon in her presence but a few moments when there was a rap at tlie door and she admitted my frlpnd. The glances we bestowed upon each other meant more to us than they did to her. Euch one of us plainly rend the other's thoughts. Thera waa to ha no surrender on either side. Our forces were evenly matched and stratagem would have to be resorted to if either achieved the victory. After the time usually allotted to making a social call hod elapsed I saw that the situation was growing embarrassing and to my friend that we should be going. By the time we got back to the hotel it was getting dark and, feigning weariness, I left my friend sitting outside and went in as though on the way to my room. But I did not go to my room. I stole out of the rear door and in a circuitous roundabout way hastenod toward the young lady's home, hoping to reach then before she had gone to church and yet carry out my original plan. Just at the gate I met a man face to face. & waa my friend. We each spoke some low, indistinct words and then laughed at the situation. I then proposed that we flip a coin to see who should havo the field. He won. Just then the door opened and tlie young lady accompanied by a big bronzed native started on the way to church. We gave up the notion of going to church and went straight to ug-ges- bed. A Qinliir- - Was that man drunk when you saw him? asked Justice Clark of a cautious witness, concerning tho prisoner at the bar. Well, I wouldn't swear to that, your honor, was the reply, but he seemod to bis in a quandary. A quandary? What was his quandary? the justice inquired. Well, sir, ho was standing in a mud-holholding to a post, and wanting to go home. Ho knew that if he let go he'd fall in the mud. and if he didn't go home he'd catch cold; but be was still undecided when I left, and that was about two o'clock in the e, morning. Justice Clark fined the accused, and then his wifo came in and found him, and paid the bill. She seemed to be a very business like woman, and had an air about her that gave the lie to the testimony aliout accused wanting to go home. Fairhavon Herald. A GHOST. Dow Oalhoaa was Warard by a ThrllUag but Fntlln Dream. STRANGE DISCOVERY. Intelligent lets Hava Uvea Mada ol rural Animals. "1 know that coral animals can be turned, fur 1 have had considerable exKiicMce with them," says (J sorgo Bancroft of Tallahassee. Mr. Bancroft has sjient several years of his life among the corat roofs off the 'oust of Florida and Key West, and has made a study of tlie work of the little coral animal. Tlie traveler has a fine collection of coral with him, and ubout each piece has something interesting to relate. 1 lieliore I am the first person, however, who ever tamed the polyMt, continued Mr. Bancroft a he took a tine s)Hcimen from hi pocket. Thut piece 1 found on a reef in Florida, and as 1 was Hnxlous to notice how fast tlie coral grows I placed it in the water where I could visit it every week and note the change. 1 had no idea tho fin-ti- l animal would bocome used to my coming, but one day after about (lie tenth visit 1 noticed tlie polys darting into their cells. After several more visit Homo of tho little follow liocaino so liold us to remain on tlio outside, and fanully they became so well acquainted with urn they would remain in sighL I havo stood by the ido uf thnt specimen for hours cxuitiiiiing tho thousand of animal on it. Keiciitiflc men claim tliut tho coral grows slowly, not more thun an inch in 100 Years, but I havo proved that tho scientific people don't know wliut they are talking about, fur tlie piece containing my coral pets in six months grew at least an inch. It is rather hard to describe how tlie animal works. The little fellow is a mere sack containing a stoniuch. It Is a compound animal and increases by gemmation, young polyps springing from the original polyp, sometimes indifferently from any part of its surface. The uppor surface is docked out with tentacles. and the body is sejutrated hy a number of partitions that extend from tlie stomach to tlie outer skin. Between these wall of flush the carbonate of limo is deposited, and in that way tlie coral grows. Mr. Bancroft has many siierlmcns of coral with him. Ono kind ho calls the pcpicr coral. When touched with the tongue it will cause tears to run from the eyes of the owner of tlie tongue. It is worse than red pepper. The coral, tho traveler says, is not sought for os it was years ago. 101111 ornaments are not sought for at present, said Mr. Bancroft, and until tiler ta a muse (or them the tmdt will not be extensive.. The most remarkable dream I have ever heard of was that which was sold to have 1kh-- related by John C. Calhoun to Bob Toonilis und others at just about the time when he was preaching nullification and secession in Smith Carolina, writes Amos Cummings the New York congressman. Calhoun told the story, it was suid, at a breakfast party. I le was oWr ved to Im continually brushing his right hand in a nervous way, when Mr. Tuomli asked: What is the mailer with your hand, senator? Docs it pain you?" Sir. Calhoun put his hand under the table. An annoyed frown caino over his face, and he thou jerked it quickly out There's nothing the aguln. saying: mutter with my hand only I had a pcculnr dream last night which make me see an indelible black spot like an ink blotch on the back of iL 1 know it is an optical illusion, but I can't help seeing iL" Senator Calhoun did not continue, and Bob Toombs asked : "But wliut was your dream ilka. senator? I am not superstitious, but think there Ls sometime a great deal of truth in dream. turned a sliudo paler and 1 don't objoct to tolling you. It was, it seems to me. attain'd in the extreme. 1 dreamed tliut I wa in my room writing anil tliut I had given order that no one should disturb me. While I was in the buiest part of iny work tlie door otenod and a visitor entered. He did not sjieak a word uinl to iny surprise and indignation he calmly look a scat on the other side of tho tuhlo opponite me. As I balked at him over the top of my lamp I saw tliut he was wmptcd In a thin clouk which effectually concealed his features. 1 started to speak, when he broke In in solemn tone with: What are you writing, senator from South Carolina? Strange to say, the question did not seem Impertinent to me, and I replied: I am writing a plan for tlie dissolution Culhimn then said: of the American Union. As I said this went on: Senator from South Carolina, will you let me look at your right hand?1 I started to hold out my hand. The figure arose, tho cloak fell, and I beheld ills face, (ientlcinen. that face struck me like a thunderclap. It was the face of a dead man, and the feat- -' ure were those of General Washington. He wa dressed In revolutionary costume Here Mr. Calhoun paused, and Bob Toombs, who was the-ma- and" very much excited, asked: Well what did ha say? Mr. Calhoun replied: I tried to keep back my hand, but I could nut do it; I rose to my feet and exlendoi It to him. lie gnuqied it and held it nw r the light, and after looking at it for a moment ho said: And, senator from South Carolina, would you with this right band sign your name to a paper dissolving the union? Ye.' I replied; if needs lie I will sign such a declaration. ' Well, gentlemen, at that moment a block blotch appunrod on tho buck of my hand, and it frightened mo, and I said to the ghost: What Is that?1 That replied he, dropping my hand, Is tlie mark by which Benedict Arnold is known in the noxt world.' And with that lie drew from beneath his cloak a skeleton, and laid It upon tho table, There. said ho, are the bones of Isaac Hayne, who was hanged at Charleston. He gave up his life la order to establish the union. When you put your name to a declaration of dissolution you may as well have the bones of Isaac Hayno before you. He was a south Carolinian, and so are you. But there was no blotch on hi right hand.' With these words the ghost left the room and I awoke. I found myself sitting at my table, but the dream was so vivid that I can still see tho blotch on my right hand. u.Tll Dorrs. dis evenin, said a colored preacher in a Texas tabernacle, am from Jeremiah or Kczlah, I disremem-be- r which; but anyhow, hit says, Bes. ware ob Now what does do spired writer mean by ? What am an Why. on evil dore am do side dore what leada into de saloon on Sunday, when do front dore am locked an do blbies pulled down. Dnt's what an evil dore is, an data what de Surnist doctor's you must beware ob. It to de evil dore wot no policeman kin seo, but dore's One above wot does see hit, and He's keepin' tally, you may be shore, ob ail who enters deruin. De evil dore opens to let in a sober man airly in do morn in, but when he comes out he brings a smell of whisky wid Tin strong enough to knock down a moetin house. A man may bo tol'bly decent when ho enters, but when de evil dore opens to let him out ho to fit for treason, stratagem and boils, and Eskimo Ktorr Telling; dere to no health in Tin. If less exciting, Eskimo story telling Ho will break do dishes and his Is really almost as common for an wife's heart, and after runnln de diversion as gambling. The evening's chilern out run do house to suit hls-so- f. Eskimo traditions are told over and over one knows them word Every again. Strange dat de Thorilies don for word, and should the relator omit or fasten up de evil dores what leads to add a single syllable he would be cordestruction, but dey won't cause dare's rected lnstanly by some one in the audob too many dem what likes to slip ience. There is nothing like these reinto de side dore and get a nip cital in America, except in the work, ob a Sunday momin. But my so called, of certain secret hoc i etuis, b'loved bredderen, de evil dores won't where the samo core in reif hurt ye you obey de tex and beware petition precisely is exorcised. Tlie relator of ob dem. the story sits at one side of the room, and, covering his head, turns his face A Great Financier. auditoward tho Mabel Well, I havo concluded tc ence liefore wall away from tho ha begins. There is no Mr. Tightlist marry applauMu during the recital nor when Mildred Why, 1 thought you hated he ls finished. There are traditions him. that relate to the early Norse settlers Oh I ilo, but he is bound to bo very of to tho origin of tho seal rich some day. He lias such a grasp andGreenland, others valuable animals, to the of finance. red Indians of North America, besides What gives you thnt impression? many stories of love and valor that Why, he invited mo to go to church sown to have no groat value to ethnolwe and last night took a coming home thougli very interesting as car, though ho wanted to walk both ogists. siieciinens of what may be culled tlie ways. Well, when tho conductor came literature of a peculiar ieoplia. IIow unfortunate! I around ho said: 1 find havo nothing smaller thun a doHa Fharm Departed. llar bill. Have you any change?" So I Dollle Chatterby Such a stupid time paid tlie fures. Boston Courier. as wo had at the sewing society this afternoon. All the girls were mum us A Grade Answer. mice a word spoken tlui whole A man who was old enough to know blessed hardly time. better brought up tlie subject of her Mrs. Chatterby Is it possible? bul broad one dRy when his wifo whs What's the matter? was angry mixing the sponge. He Dollii) Well, you see most of tho and wanted to pick a fight. have the King's Daughtei-s- . She didn't say a word but slapped girls havojoined a motto, you know. Never him right over tlie mouth with tlie They ill of or something of anylNiily. spoak . dough. He turned and sort. It's too ridiculous. Boston thnt The incident is a further proof that Talisman. a soft answer turn away wrath. My te- -' evil-dore- ovil-dor- evil-doro- dem-selv- es A Live School Cammlaatoarr. Uncle Silas Brown is very much gratified over his election to tho office of srhool commissioner in the town of . . Ho assorted that when ho as S sumed the duties of his jiosilion ho intended to go into it for all it was worth to mnko his influence felt So no ono was surprised at the first meeting of the new board to find him in a pugnacious mood. Tvo heern lots o complaints about the lack of cddlcation about these parts," he said, rising to his foeL Now there ain't no cxcuso for this hero state of affairs. There's plenty A Sort of Sartuemlilp. in the world. More'n of cddlcation Making Preparation. When you hear a man claim thut ha Did you see Greenim while out ta enough to go round, and our kids have a humble instrument in tlie hands but iL So I have tor ChairMr. movo, west? got of the Lord, you may fool sure that he man. tbnt this committee find out jest Only once, and then he was ar- is not trying to emphasize his own huhow many boys V gals there are in ranging for a funeral. Ho had just mility so much a he is the fact that a liar. town, 'n'then grt enough eddicstlon to called a tipsy euw-bo- y the Lord has seen fit to ue him. ih-d- |