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Show THE BEE 16 DYE-LO- wont break me. SONO, W grow; Baby. puts on her silver crown, Baby, In your white govrnj Bye-loBaby, star-glanc- e over-heate- JDve-lo- Moon-moth- er my rope to the roof of the house across the' way, and as it w as the main street of the town, it was convenient all the Softly and softly the wind does blow, bye-loBye-loway rouud for me. The only draw-- ; s to and fro, Waving the back was that the lady had a half- Bye-loBaby. goodcrazy husband that never had done! Kissing them gently, night; anything for her when he had Ids' In the wake and till the morning, Sleep senses, and now she had to support, light. him and take his abuse of her every Bye-loBaby. time he got a jealous fit, which was! does wind the blow, Softly and softly every time she had a new boarder ; Bye-lowas anything for looks and style.' that show, Up in the elm where the cradle-nest- s Itock-s-b- y, w; lily-bud- Good-nigh- t, w, bye-low- Bye-low- r She had only been polite to Ifaby. me! Little birds drowsily swing the night because I had been poite to her, aSj through, auy gent should be when there is a Warm and content, my own Baby, like yon; pretty woman around, and the land Bye-loBaby. lady was the prettiest H.tle woman, about a3 big as a piece of soap, I had Softly and softly the wind does blow. , w, Bye-lo- w, met. bye-lo- Softer and sweeter his whispers grow; Bye-loBaby. Far and away, oer the waters dim, Baby shall dreamily follow him. Baby. L. Arolyn Caverly, in Ladies Home Jour-- i nal. TIGHT-ROP- E ROMANCE. " O one who saw the tawdry finery of hia tinsel I was saying, when I got to her she had slung the cover to the scuttle hole over it and was sitting on it with her jaw set and trying to stick' her toes into the roof to help hold it down. In a mighty few words shoj told me her husband was on the chase, after her with a hatchet to kill her and, he would be up from below in a min-- ! ate. She wasnt as bad scared as X was, for I didnt have much exper-- j ience in that kind of business and didnt know what to do. I didnt have anything to defend myself or her with either, and the more I thought of the situation the more I began to think how many things there were that was more dangerous than walking a tight rope fifty feet above the earth, anc me as innocent as a babe. The littlq woman told me to bring a barrel half full of sand there was over in onei corner of the roof and wed set it over the cover of the scuttle to hold it down. I done it as fast as I could, and when we had the barrel there and about fixed, the crazy husband come slashing up with his hatchet. As lucl would have it the sand fell. on him and knocked him off the ladder below and the barrel got stuck- in the hole, so the little woman and me had a minute or two to think, and she done the thinking. Are you afraid? says she, As Bye-lo- A Common Mistakes. they didnt, why this feature that is a mistake to work when Cant givo it all to railroads and wasnt on the bills was beiug showed. areItnot in a fit condition to do so;you to hotels. The crowd yelled about twice, and take off heavy underclothing because In this case I not only stopped at( then all of a sudden got so still I could to this boarding house, but the landlady' hear the littlo womans heart beat. you have become a think that the more person eats the let me stretch from her roof but bye-lo- prlghterthe little do it In this Co line. goftly and softly the wind does blowj Bye-lo- Got trap pings and thq cheap appoints ments of the fanious Signor Salviatoria as single handecj and alone he prepared t h ej p a raphernaliai for his tight rope perform ance which had brought him his glory would hare ever imagined that there1 was time or space in his busy life for a romance. The Signor was a peri patetio perambulator of the rope, and his field of performance lay in country towns, where it was his wont to tretch his narrow pathway across a; street from roof to roof of houses whose owners were willing to extend that privilege to him in exchange for tickets to the Great and Only Megath-- j erian Concert, which followed thej outdoor exhibition. Yet he had ai romance, and there were in it those elements which one greater than thej Signor Salviatoria might easily have, crystallized into a melodrama that would have stirred the applause of aj thousand galleries. The greatest act I ever done, he said with a natural and easy disregard X done in of accent and syntax, an Ohio town about ten years ago. Ij was doing my turn there for a week,1 as it was the county fair season, and j was following their trail like a sleuth, for they brought people to town andj helped my business, never none too good. The third night of myperform4 exhibition ance, which was a half-hou- r in midair before the concert had be-- j gun, I had gone up on the roof to git things ready, and while I was potter--in- g around snuggin up the rope and' seeing that there wasnt any loose cogs to be dropping, I heard a screech up through the scuttle hole leading to the roof and the next second out popped aj woman like one of these here jumping jacks. It give me a hard pull on myj nerves, but I flew over to see what the; matter was. It was my landlady and here I want to say that when I stop for any time in a town I go to a board-- ; ing house where I can get a ,rate that . - Some, sajs I, nodding toward the scuttle hole. I mean of me? says she amiling. Not much, says I. Are you strong? says she. Thats part of my act, says I, 'but not against a crazy man with a hatchet, says I, wondering what she would do next and about how long it would be till the crazy man was on deck with his tomahawk gleaming in the air. Then, says she, grab bold of me right quick and carry me across the rope over to M!rs. Pecks house sos my husband wont get at me with that axe. She had more nerve in a minute than I had in a week, but when she said that my professional pride come to me, and without any more talk I reached for my balancing pole, and, stooping down so she could get on my back, which she didntlike very much, I made a quick run for the end of the rope just as the crazy husband come out of the scuttle through the barrel and tumbled down on the roof with sand. I told her to hold tight and do the prayin for both of us and I thought I could get her through safe. I dont know how I ever got out on that rope with her on my back, for that wasnt the way my profession done business, but I got there, and as I shot out with the woman clinging to me the people in the street below set up such a yell as I never beard before and I come near losing my balance, fpr I.kqew, and half-smother- ed mayAnyway, I thought I could, be it was my own. I knew when they done that the crowd had seen the man on the roof with the hatchet and recognized him, for all the people in the town knew the kind of a fellow he was. At the same time the crowd got still something came to me telling me to nerve myself, for the crazy man would cut the rope and drop me and my load in the street, to be crushed in a shapeless mass, and I came near letting go and dropping before I was dropped. I couldnt see what was going on behind me, and all the little woman knew she was whispering to me to go ahead, because we were safe if I only kept my path. I didnt know whether she thought about the man with the hatchet or not. Likely she did. It wasnt her to mention it, though, under them circumstances. While I was thinking about him cutting the rope I was getting along it toward the safe end as fast as I could, tho little woman hanging on till she nearly choked me, but it didnt hurt, and I was standing it beautiful. Its funny how a man will find pleasure in life when theres so much in sight that aint. And I nearly forgot the man with the hatchet thinking about the little womans arms holding onto my neck as the one hope ior her life. But it was for only a second; then I felt a jar on the rope and I choked and braced myself, for. I was sure that the crazy man was beginning to cut, and I waited for the! second jar, but it didnt come, and in its place came a spring to the rope, as if a weight had been taken off of it, followed by a swishing sound and a dull thud on the sidewalk fifty feet below us. At the same time the crowd sent up a groan as if every person in it was hurt. I didnt know for sure what had happened, but I guessed that that crazy mau, like most any crazy person or a' mad dog, only had room in his mind for one thing at a time, and when that was there there wasnt space for 3ny more. He wanted to kill his wife, and the only way he knew how to do it was with the hatchet by cutting Her to pieces. It did not strike him that he could kill her by cutting the rope and letting That was her drop to the ground. too much for him. He knew an easier way, and as shs was out there on the rope not forty feet from him, he would go out there and kill her. Crazy people have such a crazy way of doing things, dont they? He did, and when he took his second step out on the rope he went over and down to his death. Thats what had made the I guess the little rope spring back. woman must have felt that something awful had happened, though she never said a word, because when 1 at last stepped safe on to the roof andj the crowd yelled a hundred times louder than they did before they knew what they were yelling about, the little woman let go her hold around my neck and .dropped at my feet in a dead faint; and I didnt blame her, either; it was time for somebody to faint, and if she hadnt a done it I would, sure pop. Her doing jt gave me something else to think pbout, and I got her downstairs as iquick as I could where the women jtook charge of her and soon brought jher out all right. I guess thats all there is to it, smiled the Signor, picking up his jalancing pole and pointing to a date ine and some initials on it. This is the one that steadied ns over, and he little woman had them put on here when she become the blushing . d; healthier and ttronger he will become; to believe that children can do as much work as grown people, and that the more they study the more thy learn; to go to bed late at night and rise at daybreak and imagine that every hour taken from sleep is an hour gained; to imagine that if a little work or exercise is good, violent or prolonged exercise is better; to conclude that the smallest room iu the house is large enough to sleep in; to sleep exposed ta a direct draught at auy season; to imagne that whatever remedy causes one to feel immediately better as alcoholic stimulants, for example is good for the system,! without regard to the aftereffects; to1 eat as if you had only one minute to( finish the meal, or to eat without an, appetite, or continue after it has been satisfied, to gratify the taste; to give unnecessary time to a certain established routine of housekeeping when it could be much more profitably spent in rest or recreation. We trust that these little mistakes, which are so apt to be made, will in future bflj avoided. London Family Doctor, A Woman os Saw Mill Hand, A brawny woman clad in blue waist aud skirt, who is able to ll saw-mia run engine as well as any mau in the business, is rather an unusual sight, said Walter Wade, but that is just what I saw in a Tennessee wcod a few weeks ago. The female engineers name is Annie Fables, cud she told me she had been doing a full hands work at the mill for six years. Five years ago she decided she could run the engine, and the mill boss told me she' had been one of the most careful, as well as one of the most com- he had ever seen. Mrs. Fables fetent, husband six years and a half few months afterward she a and ago, asked for a place in the mill where her liege lord has been employed. She and began working as an a in a year and half was pat in charge of the monster piece of machinery which furnished motive power for the large circular and straight saws. She has all along earned a mans wages and has been able to support and give her seven fatherless little ones a good, common school education. She ' is fond of the hard labor, and ha3 lost but five days during her connection with the mill, and then she was minLouisville istering to a sick child. cot-tona- off-beare- de r, Post. Bridal Feasts. Conspicuous among the adornments of the bridal feast in Brittanv is an artistic and elaborate butter structure as fanciful and elegant as the most beautiful bridal cake, and into their structure the guests stick split sticks bearing coins of gold or silver. Persias Date Industry. The date industry is in Persia the most profitable of all agricultural about 40,000,000 pounds being pur-isuit- s, of jgrown annually. About one-na'this goes to India, Europe, America land Africa, valued at the local custom lo houses at ahmi Hard to Please. if I have had to quit playing chess lith Tompkins. Why? Well, he gets mad if I get inter ested and beat him; and he gets mad if I get sleepy aud let him beat mu Birds Are Built That Way. Kitty, I can have bird wings on hat, after all. Why, it is cruel. No; the milliner says these are the wings which the birds shed naturally every year. Chicago Becord. |