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Show T RU T H. the East,, was strolling down Main street the other day accompanied by a friend of her own sex and one of her numerous admirers of the other, when town she met a well known man-abowho closed a very effusive greeting with the. query: Hows the little dog? The poor dogs dead, the fair one replied with a break in her voice, making a dab at her brown eyes with her handkerchief. The man withdrew with a muttered word or two of regret and a hint that . there were other dogs besides the unfortunate.de with neuralgia, ,bo intense in character that sleep was impossible. On this particular night not only did the neuralgia effectuaiy prevent slumber, but all peace of mind, permanency of position or continuity of thought, so :n order to secure ' relief he hied him-rel- f to a drug store and threw himself lpon the mercy of the clerk thereof, vho administered something which estored him to his normal condition 10 quickly that he determined to at mce go back home and endeavor to retch a few winks ere the potent 'drug wore itself out. This was about 1:30 n the morning. He walked fast; a nan who has just secured relief' from .ceased. hree out of earshot was he days of neuralgia always walks Scarcely ol had and who ast, paid but little attention to a when the lady friend, woman who were traveling exoan and course been taking it all in, down .Main street lowly, claimed, So of him. engrossed were Well, of all the stories! Whejo ihead hey in the conversation they : were did the dog die? By this time the curiosity of theij lolding that neither noticed the male .companion was aroused. The cribe until he was just endeavoring them, when the woman exhibition of feeling over the dogr o pass a' jump that cleared gave untimely demise had rather surprised hrieked, and he curb tear gutter and landed her him. He had always thought the veil the where she gasped into street, somewhat stony of heart ut: Gods For sake, Henry dont and merciless in her treatment of him was a bit nonKenry self at least. His attempts .to get at hoot at but recovered in time first, the bottom of the story were ably plussed out gunning, he wasn't that whe second the seconded by lady was not he he if wd was, the kind of at ; and about deal knew a good it, nan :teeks human who game, and was unfolded. last the tale 'ontimied was the what asking to California went by Just before I rouble. escort the grew Whereupon last December, said the grass widow with that characteristic shrug of her very facetious at first and then quarsc relsome and invited the newspaper think shoulders which some charming, he insisted on buying me a fox terrier. I had told him how I had once wept over a collie of mine which died and he wanted to fill the A aching void in my heart, I suppose. We went down and saw the pup. The dealer wanted $25 for it, but I helped make the bargain and did not let my friend pay more than $10 for ut . , arm-in-ar- Y 'i m i - .1 ful-dam- - e -- . little dpgs mistress. . "He was kind enough to ask if he could do anything for' me. Now .1 think men ought to be useful and used. The Lord knows they! are not ornamental. So I said, Do you know anyone who would buy a nice fox terrier and treat it well? He thought he did, and I explained that I had one which I could not take with me and did not care to leaT with anyone to keep as I feared it Its would not receive proper care. nothlost and good qualities breeding ing in the telling and, at last, he asked how much I wanted for it. I told him it was cheap at $50, but I would let it go for $35 to anyone who I was sure would be kind to it. He said he was that kind of a man. That evening he got the dog and I had the money. So kind of him! sneered the other -- woman. & Why dont you say, Thats where the sheeny came in, again, my dear? and those expressive shoulders told a lot of things that were not put in words. But did the dog die? asked the obtuse man. Oh! the other fellow took me by surprise just now, she said with smile, so the poor little dog had to die. One newspaper man figured in a remarkable episode early last Monday morning. It happened this way. For several nights he had been afflicted : public. o BILLY ANNINS FUNERAL. , . -- lie oohg gfhoppt i . I . v - said to those remaining: VWe here were all Billys friends. I promised him that if he died first I would help ISrVtaffl Carroll; ARCHITECT Oldtjt Ejtahlithod and "Mist Succmjffulin .tba .City. . SoutlrSt. TELEPHONE 1320 a. stirring and romantic novel of life in a great Western gold mining camp A by i 238 East Fourth Bke Goose . , By the side of his mother, in the old historic cemetery at Princeton, N: J., and but a short distance from the place .where his distinguished grandfather, Jonathan Edwards, the founder, of Princeton college, sleeps, all that ' WE SELL BOOKS. was mortal of the late Biliy Annin, the newspaper man, who died in Ari- Largest stock in Salt Lake. 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Come on, Eddie, and then shd and Eddie made a It will be Interesting, however, to note what when he Henry does to Eddie finds that the latters promenades after first cock crow are so notoriously' . ( . ... to dig his grave and would lay a bunch of roses on his coffin to be buried with him.- I have done so. "I also promised t)iat I would lay the first spadeful of earth over his remains. This I will do and wili you not. follow me? - Then reverently the depositing shovelful of cldy he was succeeded by the rest of the party in turn and when all was tjone each gathered a spray of violets from the many floral offerings and will keep them as mementoes. At the grave was recited Billys favorite poem, one verse of which is: "Just let .me live by the side of the road, where the race of men go . - FRANK A uthor ol To L. NASON; the End of the Trail. 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