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Show VOIi. AMERICAS FORK, UTAH. SATURDAY, REUE1IHBR, 5, III. fLlZfl: ft SKETCH. I She vu thin slip of a girl, with Tale Ml low cheeks and a figure ae frag-l- e the flowere she carried in her bas-ke- t. u It waa her eyea and her handa which marked her off from the common herd. Had these been of regulation pattern, there were nothing to diatlnguiah her from any of the doien of her companions But her eyee, which were brown In color, were large and lustrous and had a provoking habit of drooping the laahea when she looked at one. Whether calculated coquetry or native-bor- n manner were chiefly concerned would have puzzled an expert to decide. That aa fetching few men would have ured to deny. Her hand, email and .. boasted the taper fingers and filbert-nai- ls generally associated with birth and breeding. Her She sold flowers in Cheapalde. station waa the steps of the Peel statue; and every morning, week in and week out, as the clorka of the city were striking 10 she would deposit her basket at lie foot of the column and prepare for the business of the day. From 10 to 6 she plied her wares diligently, pushing the Mle with all the tact which a life's experience had taught her and all the wiles which a woman's wit could suggest. But each evening, when the weary city was fast emptying and the bell of the great cathedral was ist 11 echoing overhead, her eye woflld sweep the long length of crowded aaphalt with searching glances; and as she scanned the teeming multitude pouring westward a spot of crimson would suddenly show in the n wan, white cheeks and the orbs would flash and kindle with a curious mystic light. He always contrived to be in Cheap-sid- e It was between 6 and half-pas- t. their custom to walk down Queen Victoria street to Blackfriars bridge. At this point they separated she crossing to the Surrey side, he taking a turn" through Fleet street and the Strand before following in the same direction. They had commenced the practice in midwinter, had continued it throughout the spring, and now they had reached midsummer. From afar she could distinguish his barrow from among the throng of vehicles which filled the thoroughfare. When he had doubled the corner and got into the comparative alack water1 of the churchyard she crossed over and joined him. A nod that was almost imperceptible, answered by a smile that was bright and sunny, was all the recognition that passed between them. The girl's glance wandered involuntarily to the barrow. It waa the sea- dark-brow- fathers had a skinful he'll snoro by the hour 'longslde a quart pot. He stole a glance at the girl out of the corner of hla eye. The busy bustling life of London eddied round them; the roar of the great Babylon waa in their ears; but not Strephon and Chlorls in the sweet seclusion of idyllic lanes could have been more oblivious to the passing moment than this pair of city lovers in the hot and crowded streets. P'raps he aint aa good as he might be. But there's wuss about, an' he want always bo, Joe." 0! if you likes to put up wiv Mm, Uza, so do. 'Talnt no concern o' mine is it? he added moodily. 1 cant sen' Mm to the workua, Joe. But yer can aen' me to the devil! he snapped, sharply; and an ugly look leapt out of his eyes. They passed under the railway bridge which spans the lower end of Queen Victoria street and reached the point where they usually parted. The girl stopped, but the man went on. "Aren't yer goin' ter sell out, Joe?" she queried timidly as he turned in the direction of the river. "Wot for? The tone and the manner puzzled her more than the words. For a moment they stood confronting each other, the face of the man working convulsively and the girl's features contracted with pain. Blackfriars bridge was crossed in silence. Turning into Stamford street I'm sorry she whispered, hoarsely: for yer, Joe; but if it's hard on you it's rough on me. Anythin' as you ara'd me to do, Joe anythin as I cud do o' meself like Id do ut, mate, without ayln' why or wherefore. But sen tbe ole man to the workusr I can't do that, lad, I know yer think I orter; but I can't, Joe I cant do ut. "A pretty fool yer made o me new, ain't yer? I giv up the booze an caV tommies w'en I tuk up wiv you, 'Liza; but youd see me at blazes suner 'an giv up that drunken old wagabone wot lives on yer, an perwents yer havin' a man as ud be good to yer. It ud break me heart, Joe, ter 'ave Mm die in the workua. Yer thinks a bloomin sight more uv a wrong un than yer does uv a right un, Mid the man savagely. She gave him a look which must have convinced him of his error; but blinded l-passion, he refund to see. Well, he snarled, one of uz 'as got ter scoot him or me. There aint room fer two. The girl made no reply and they went on. But silence was too oppressive and stifling.. Near Waterloo Station the man spoke again. "How much yer tuck, Liza? The question was abrupt, but the It indicated a tone was friendly. change of feeling. Sevlng an three. He extended hla band. She put the money into it without a word. Meet me at the Garding In the moraln, 'Liza, and I'll stock the baskit for yer, said he, returning her nine pence. It waa a curious transaction, but tbe explanation was probably to be found In the despairing utterance of the woman. He's 'ad em awful bad ngen, Joe. Lara night It wur that dreadful She stopped, warned by the cloud that was sweeping over her companion's rile yer any more. I love yer, mate, dearer than life; but it's thlm words o' yourn as 1 aball hear, an not parson's, on the day yer takes mo inter church. NICKNAMES Small t'ulua ' patiently. "Wots the good uv Mm, eh? A dod'rln ole lunc tic. Wot's the use uv He orter been dead Mm ter anybody? ago." years He's me father. Joe," she murmured, reproachfully. Father be blowed! He's dun a lot for you. ain't he? Y'ort ter feel proud uv.lm, didnt yer? Pinchln' hla gal's money drinkin' till he's got the devils an talkin tommy rot 'bout bein a gentleman an' the eon uv a genue-ma- n. W'y he ain't got no more decency 'an a pig. When he can't gorge hiseelf no longer a pig Mil He In the swill trough, and when your gentleman MONEY. llnr Oild Kauira, Them Krruueoaa. Many ef Few people realize that every piece of money has a nickname. It has, however, and some of the names are very odd. The 1 100 note haa but one nickname, but it is exceedingly appropriate, as well as dignified. It needs no more, for there are thouMnds in this country who have never seen a note of this denomination. Everybody has seen small change, though, and the commonness of this species of money has suggested scores of sobriquets, appropriate and the reverse, grave and gay, effusively funny and humorously pathetic. The nickel, as a name, was suggested by tbe common idea that this metal entered largely into the composition of the coin. It is a misnomer, as the piece consists, of 75 per cent of copper and only 25 per cent of the metal which gave it a s, name. a slang name for the same piece, illustrates the univer-sallt- y of this method of transportation, as a name not while "chicken-feeonly for flve-cepieces, but also for other small change undoubtedly came from tbe rural districts. "Flipper-usuggests a frequent use to which the nickel Is placed in certain circles. Pennies" and picayunes indicate tbe contempt, more pretended than real, into which our smallest C'dns have fallen. The latter name, 'Ike bit, preserves a morsel of hlsMiry Flca-yun- e, not familiar to general readers. now used as a synonym for the smallest value expressed in money terms, waa once the name .f a ep eial coin. It was worth about one-la- lf rent, and at one time, during our colonial days, when all sorts of coins passed current at all sorts of valuations, circulated along the Atlantic coast. The bit, now only a money of account and most familiar In the well known form, two bill," a synonym for the twenty-flve-cepiece, war also known at one time as a coin, equal In value to one-ha- lf the Spanish pilta-j-e- n, and when supplanted by out familiar "quarter, the nane remar ned king after the coins had dlsappe red. "Shilling has now finally disappeared from' use, save along the Canadian border, where prices are frequently made in both kinds of money, but the bit we have still with us. SL Louis brow. YK'VE GOT YEIl WISH. son for cherries, and she noticed the lung array of empty baskets. Ilten 'a via' a good day, Joe, ain't yer?" '.Middlin' like. "Wy y'aint ony one 'molly' left "Praps I been givin 'em away..The tone was unmistakingly surly. For the next thirty yards they walked on In Bilcnce, the girl watching the man furtively, the man pushing the narrow languidly and 'staring strenuously -at nothing. "Ila- yer thort on wot I tole yer? he said presently, as the girl stepped off the pavement to avoid collision with a parcels hoy. The light that had lighted them died out of her eyea, the color which had come into her cheeks forsook them, her mouth grew hard, and her face almost lost at once its youth and animation. The man continued to stare into vacancy aud walk mechanically after his barrow. I can't do ut, Joe. I can't do ut 1 ain't got no rest these two nights but I cant do ut. The words came with difficulty and the voice palpitated with emotion. The man shrugged his shoulders Im- FOR The man's countenance had suddenly darkened, sparks from the nether fires danced In his eyes, the old hard vindictive look had returned. "I wish he may die. I wish be wur dead! he muttered fiercely. 0. Joe! Joe, if yer love me, dun nay thlm words, entreated the girl. I says em cos I loves yer; cos it's ony Mm wot's keepin yer frum a man as wants ter make a appy woman uv . yer. I says 'em cos I means em. No Liza. 'fence ter yer. i ain't a bad sort, Joe, said the girl, turning her swimming eyes full oa him; but yer a bit down on the ole man. He gave the barrow an unnecessarily vigorous shove. I'm goin inter the Cut, 'Lisa, ter finish. No. I ain't dun so dusty" answering the question the girl had put I started to him half an hour before. out wiv a dozen, an' this yere's tb on'y He emptied the contents of one led. I shall the basket on the board. knock 'em in the Cut at freppence. Talnt orften they sec cherries like them in New Cut. Theyre city fruit, they are. Try em." He filled a bag and gave it to .her. "I'll look roun arter I dear out. As he walked away his eyes followed her. She thinks a bloomin' sight too much, she do. o that dru'ken ole scamp, her father," he growled, staring after the retreating figure; but I aint all a fool, mate. Grit's wulh gold. In the third pair bark of a tenement house In Lambeth a girl was kneeling by the side of a bed. A paper bag was lying on the coverlet, and some cherries had fallen on the floor. On the bed The room lay the body of a man. reeked with the fumes of whisky. The long, lithe fingers of the girl's right hand were rlasped convulsively round the hand of the motionless figure extended on the bed. Joe! she moaned; Joe, lad. ye'va got yer wish. Tbe old man'll sever Car-fare- d. Oltllliii..; SOME AND CURIOUS ,iu Harry Hubbard t'nniun Lnnrh an. I How Ha beenred It t'lurka uf navagaa lioaaat by Day a Tblaf by Sight. people seems magiue dat de unleys' time u-- r j.1 iu8 1 when de early a u usliine cornea ter coax de buds in spring. An dey sets detr-seter carol dess ez hahil ez dey knows bow de fashion ob de bird upon de bough. OM13 Ar ter gir&Tr ' fs But dar isn't any limit ter yearf's bounty an Its chirr. Dar is songs foh eb'ry season an' a smile foh all de year. So raise yoh music, honey; let us lull) it sweet an' strouc. .In ile chorus when October cornea along. nt p' nt Post-Dispatc- h. You Isn'lt 'bilged trr go nn' take no in. Even ol' Miss Owl is welcome a hen leu-so- ns ter come she does de bes' she kin. in a way yoh mus admire. An' de katydid, she cuts a leadin' Agger In de choir. De tree toad keeps De zephyr keeps an' up de trees Tell yoh hyahs de band eb'ry time dab cornea er breeze. So dont be backard chillen, but keep time wlf dlshere throng, in de chorus wben October cornea along. ln' A Lover's Stratagem. Know that fellow in there?" askud the young man, nodding bis bead toward the soda water clerk in a corner drug store. . .No; the writer didn't knoiy him, but bad patronized (he aoda fountain a number of times during the summer. Who la he? Well, I don't remember hla name, but he la a hanger-o- n from Hanger-villI had an invitation to visit a girl that I am dead in love with out In one of the suburbs, and I went out there last Sunday night; and while sitting on- the porch with tbe young lady this fellow come up. I was introduced, but wasn't enough interested to catch the name; the only thing that interested me waa the probable length of bia stay there, and I waa very anxious on that subject. But he didn't seem to be In any hurry. Finally, in desperation, I remarked that it was getting late It waa only 9 o'clock and I had better be getting home. He said he was just thinking the same thing, and he would keep me company on tbe cars. We came down on the Madison street line, and I just ached to see that cuss get off, so I could get back on the hill with the At Sangamon street he girl again. turned to me und asked: MIow far do you go? 'To the end of the line; I live near on the north side,' I answered. At the end of the route he got off and went over toward the Union depot, while I determined to slip back In a few minutis when he was out of sight and within ten minutes 1 was on the ears going back toward the suburb which lu ld my girl once more. When the cars got to the corner near the girl's hoiiRc I Jumped off and started up the walk. I could see them were two sitting on the porch, a male and a female, hut It was too dark to recognize the male until I reached the foot of the steps. rt "It was that durned er!" e. - lie Sat oa the Baby. Mr. D. is an extensive real estate owner In one of the suburbs of New York. He is also an insurance agent and a general adviser on matters of law and equity, and, in addition to all this he is the proud father of a baby. The other day Mrs. D. took the little treasure into the parlor, and, after a half hours cooing, lulled It to sleep. Then she laid the child on a sofa with a pillow at its feet, darkened the room and went about her household duties, just as any good housewife would. All this time Mr. D. ras busy in the garden. Presently a neighbor happened along and stopped fur Mr. D.a opinion on a law matter and waa Invited Into the darkened parlor. The visitor went straight for the sofa. He could see the pillow, but did not observe the child. He waa adjusting the pillow to make a nice comfortable aeat, but Mr. 1). insisted that he should sit In tbe big arm chair, a sort of seat of honor for all guests. He acquiesced and Mr. D. took his seat on the pillow. About this time Mrs. I)., whose maternal Instinct had asserted Itself, p ceiied in to see how baby slept. She saw her husband sitting where she had left the' child. As she asked In an alarmed tone where the baby was a muffied cry came from beneath the pillow, and Mr. D. jumped up. He had been sitting on the precious little thing, and the timely arrival of bis wife probnbly saved the child's life. A few moments more and it would have been auffoented. "Lucky for the child that I did not sit on it. remarked the Msltor. who la a man of generous proportions. The child is all rlgbt now, but Mr. D. does not take hla clients into the parlor any more. New York Times. tbree-wfeeka-o- ld soda-squi- I loikfi of Neither clock nor timepiece la to be found in Liberia. The reckoning of time is made entirely by the movement and position of tbe sun, whlc arises at 6 a. m. and sets at. 8 p. m almost to the minute, all the year round, and at, noon la vertically overhead. The Islanders of tbe South Pacific have no When Yon Heo It In Print. clocks, but make an Ingenious and reliable time marker of their own. They A sensitive man is never so humiliated as wben he is obliged to read bia take the kernels from the nuts of the own proofs. Type mocks the writer. candle tree and wash and string them on the rib of a palm leaf. The first or The sentence that In manuscript moved with the stride of an armed man top kernel la then lighted. All of the or danced as a swooning strain of kernels are of tbe same size and subStrauss la now limp and lame. The stance, and each will burn a certain phraae that glowed with color la now number of minutes and then set lire to pallid. Sparkling wit la flat; sage re- tile next below. Tbe natives tie pie:s flection la jejune. The thought Shall of black cloth at regular Intervals la along the string to mark the divisions I ever get the money for this? Jostled by "Who would be fool enough of time. to pay for it?" Boston Journal. Among the natives of Slngar, in tba Malay archipelago, another peculiar device la used. Two bottles are placed lied. An neck and neck, and sand la put In one A lady remarks that, of them, which pours Itself Into the though it may sound, there la no better bed for a baby than a bag of clean other every half hour, when the bottles oat chaff laid in the bassinette, which are reversed. There la a line near by. should be emptied, aired and refilled also, on which are hung twelve rods, oaee a month. This, she says, la cheap marked with notches from one to twelve. and dean and sweet -- ed tttinou I.mirh. urd. who died at Jackson, Harry I Mich., iici...ly waa one of the most popular republican In Grand Rapids, Mich., a lew years ago. ills wit and his odd pranks were current coin in tba eleconversation of the sbuut-tow- n ment. and his place was the resort of n scores of men in the Second City. It waa located nest to Sweet's hotel, and was noted for Its marvelous free lunch. Norm Johnson, who Is now the landlord of (he Frazier house, at Bay City, was running Sweet's in thoe days, and waa one of Hubbard's most regular patrons Twit e a uay Norm" would show up in Harry's plaee. patronize the hsr moderately. and the lunch immoderately. The latter he was always praising. "Dont see how you can afford to put up such a lunch, Harry," be would any, passing hla plate fur another helping of some of the dellesrles provided. Don't see how you can do it. Why, d near aa good your free lunch is il an the meals I'm selling for 75 cents apiece. ' Well, it's a great card to draw trade," Harry would reply. lAsik at the class of people who come here. That lunch bring 'em!'' This conversation, with slight variations, was repented day after day, until one farefiil noun time, when old Norm" happened to he standing in the alley hack of the hold. He noih-ea attached to a rope coming lig In, down from the window of his kitchen. Then he saw littlilmrd porter take a hoi led hum. a big pot of lobster salad, some fried chicken, and a generous supply of other things from the bucket and put a pall of beer In their place. M'he imrter disapiieared Into tbe saloon, and when Norm" showed up before the bar a few minutes later, the glory of Hubbard's celebrated free lunch had departed forever. -- FEATURES OF LIFE. a Lneere Mrt AS 'V CORNER. QUEER SO. 52. HRNi. leril uf just-like-l- Dajj Thlf by Klght Ind. Special. When Fred Malsoll waa caught a few evenings ago in the act of robbing a neighbor's house, it was thought that .Mine sodden craze had seised him, but developments show that for several yeari he has been leading a double life, deceiving most completely even b'.a wife and children. Maiaoll haa been for rears employed in the furniture house Bond A Co., and haa to all appearances led an upright life. He baa a family, consisting of a wife and two grown daughters. They own a comfortable home, and the family stands high in tbe community. The police searched Malsoll's premises and have dug up a wagonload of Bluff, much of which has been identified aa property stolen from various houres during the last six years. Maisoll bis guilt, and says that he has been making a practice of burglary for soma years past. lie slept alone at home, and would retire early, lying awake until tbe members of the family were asleep. Then he would slip out. commit a burglary and return, with noliody any the wiser During the d.iy he pursued Ills regular vocation, und nobody ever suspected anything wrong until he was caught Hoeing barefoot oil from the house of a neighbor, who had been aroused by his operations. fcy ts I t" 'blum-gagoc- startled at this outburst and Letug a magistrate of good sense sent a messenger with the offending bill to the nearest bank with Instructions to find out how much of a counterfeit It waa anyway. Good TliriwCiiriierHl .Mist,-Ohio. Special. Three Cleveland, men, two of them residents of this city, have just discovered that they are possessed of the same wife, and the third man, Frank E. Dowd, or Defiance, has quietly begun suit against Mrs. U. M. Crow), of Cleveland. Mi. Crowl was married July 5, 1893, to present husband, who is a street car conductor. Another husband turned up in tbs per ion of J. U. Smith, a musician. He alleges that he married the woman in li91 und was never divorced. Mi. Crowl acknowledges-ththree husbands, but saya she thought two of them were dead. name of this The i:i:ii'li-was Elizabeth wmuuu Ann Russell. She had children by her last All of the husbands two husband::. aver that they knew nothing of thdr wife's other marriage until recently, Is a pretty, Mrs. Crowl Dowil-Sniitbuxom woman of i yrars. vivacious In manner and fond of widely. . r e inu.th-marri- (rrtlUcstcs Well, thia la something like, said John Henry Gudeniann, as he pocketed his week's wages In the shape of five crisp new silver certificates, with the portrait of lieu. Grant on tba front page, indicating tbat they were good for fo In silver coin. 1 like new bills, because you have no trouble with them. Everybody knows them and there la no kick." Then John Henry drifted into an east side saloon and took a beer or two to wet" bia roll before he took it home to bia wife and babies, lie tossed one of the bills on the bar with a careless, air and waited for hla change. The barkeeper picked up tbe money gingerly, eyed il auspiciously, turned it over excitedly, held it off loathtngly, and said disdainfully: See here! Dla don't go. It's queer! IUd yer link I was roine-o- n to be fooled by such stuff as dat?" Come off, said Mr. Gudemann. That money's all right Dat'a Money? Bat ain't money. green goods," persisted the barkeeper. The conversation was beginning to wax warm when tbe barkeeper ran to the door and summoned a passing cop. The offending bill waa passed to him for inspection and, after eyeing it at long and close rang, he aolemnli' pronounced it bogus. Guess I'll have to run you in, na You must take us for oysters said. down here. Fifteen minutes later John Henry Gudemann was facing a hawk-eye- d sergeant in the Eldridge street station house. The latter took one look at the bill and said that the counterfeit waa so poor that he wondered a man had the check to pass It In New York. II told John Henry Gudemann that ba was good for fifteen yeans at least and ordered him lent below with great severity. A search of the prisoner's clothes brought to light four mors notes, which had evidently Just been tossed off from the same counterfeiting plates. Next morning the prisoner was arraigned In Essex Market court and the magistrate scarcely looked at the bills, so evident was their bogus oharecler. Young man, he said, severely, don't you know that you are engaged In a mighty dangerous business? The government of tbe United States will have to attend to your case and It never lets up when it is after counterfeit money." Then John Henry got mad. See here, be yelled, Til bet my week's salary that that money ain't s, counterfeit. You're a park of that's what you are. I got It from one of the best firms in this town, gosht blame-tt-al- l! The magistrate looked a Httla Indianapolis, h-- Silver OITi-riu- fttallMIMRe well-know- Ilnneat COUNTERFEITER. A ed h 2'-- I Here's a queer species of revenge. Some time ago a young woman brought a breach of promise suit against a lie's fighting Brooklyn millioiiu.rc. the rase for all lies worth. Sim will soon begin an eiiciigeim-nat music hall in New York, and one of the feat-nrof her performance will be a perusal of the let ier she alleges the millionaire cliilimun sent her. As rite e missive in haa 25) of these her possession. she run stand any number of encores if she rapture the house. Other vaudeville actresses who hold clubs of the same ort over the hea l of foolish men who have expressed their devotion with pen and Ink will probably follow suit, as moat of them prefer notoriety to cold rash, and manager! are hot after novelties. t es tell-tal- Sometimes enthusiasm leads a man o far he can't find hla way bark as The answer came back: gold. Then John Henry went home, leaving a trail of profanity behind him and the sickest lot of policemen that ever attempted to pose aa ready counterfeit detectives. New York World. Trie plump I'npd In Tracking Malm. M'he medical officer of one of tbe leading deaf and dumb institutes In England nays that he has obtained material aid from the seemfng improbable source of a telephone In the treatment of his patients. In the education of those deaf mutes who possess a fragment of hearing power the telephone possesses many Important advantages over the speaking tube usually employed. First and foremost, the wires from several re elvers ran he coupled up to one transmitter, and thus a teacher can Instruct a group of children at the sunie time; and secondly, It is not necessary for the teacher to apply his mouth close to the transmitter, so that pupils have a full view of the facial expressions and Up movement, whlrh is not possible when one has to direct his voice to the mouthpiece of a speaking tube or trumpet. M'be patient while zeeing the movement of the lips, haa tbe sound conveyed close to hie ear drum, obviously a most advantageous combination. London Lancet. loud-speaki- Kor 'inI hrr Mod. An unusunl way of treating a feather bed Is as follow: Place U upon a piazza roof. If one is at hand, or. If not, upon several hoards, so as to ralae it from the ground. Leave It exposed to the drenching rain until it Is thoroughly soaked, then turn the bed several times. Dry It in tbe sun, turning first one alde'and then the other. When one Bide la perfectly dry, beat it up with sticks until perfectly light, and so on, until the bed Is In perfect condition Ho She lin who llo Thinks. All men are conceited, Not all. I see a man every day la not conceited. She-Wh- ere? Ue In the mirror. |