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Show A wlth-yo- u and year giving tiiiw mother. Shs bring Baby and leave ber with yoi if you thick you can Sne has quite recovkeep her no ered from be lung fever, and Is playful as a colt. !ngrcat haste, Jack." Boor little waif!" Lung few Playful i a colt. The brute!" We ougit to 'tar an featherthe bote pas&er em. 111 go right down an tel. lis Martin about It" Be sure a warn her not to say anything, for e don; want it to get out that wav been meddlin." if any ingr Jients were left out of the Tbanksgl Yg viands prepared In several Roxv le kitenens that year, it could not b wondered at for there was suppress excitement as ths time drew ne when the skeleton In the Gears clo should be disclosed. It happened the day before Thanks giving. Mrs. Martin left ber pump kin pies In the oven, and Mrs. Berry brought her now of butter sauce along to stir do the way. They saw the horse and carriage when It came Into the village and stopped at Mr. Gears cottage; but only one tall, young man alighted and was met by Mrs. Gears aid her daughter. " "The want ho " "Not sign of a Probably hes left the poor little thing In som4 orphan asylum." Just then a) pretty chestnut mar stopped at the door, and Carolyn Gears got out of the carriage, and came In to get the mall. Good morning, Mrs. Tibbs. 1 suppose you are getting ready for Thanksgiving? . You seem to be Good mornlA happy, responded Mrs. Tibbs iron( ically, I have reason to be happy, 1 think, the girl laughed pleasantly. You see Mamma has Improved so After she much here In Roxvllle. bad nervous prostration the doctor advised complete rest and quiet, so we came here; and now she Is nearly well. Then, Baby had lung fever, and she has recovered; so 1 feel especially thankful." Who's your baby, Miss?" boldly inquired Mrs. Berry. Oh, Jack Mr. Marvin, has been keeping her for me, but Jack and 1 are to be married in the spring, and as Baby is as well as ever now I shall keep her here for Mamma and 1 to drive until we return to the city. She Is just the sweetest horse, and we are very, devoted to her. 'There werjino letters, you said, Mrs. Tibbs? II . T A CONFESSION m XT kld w her on the balcony It waa a dreadful aln: The roae tried their aham t hide. 'a. Folding their 4 behea ;m 'of Xle'klaaed her on the balcony The very moon leama quivered; While Mere turned red. Orl fled, And Venua fairly ahlvered. led He k her on the balcony I thought to aee her faint. Thla modeat Inald with look ao atald. That 1 had dreamed a aaiut! He klaaed her on the balcony Ah, can I tell alack! The direful truth of woman'a ruth I aaw her klaa him back! Sp Atlanta Journal. during which Mrs. Tibbs knitting needles clicked ominously. Finally, she said: Well, I say Its scandalous. Two BY FLORENCE J. BOYCE. women cornin into our midst, an Co Pub. 1902, ) by Dally Story (Copyright. Mrs. Tibbs, the postmistress, fin- actin so upscrupulous they shet the ished stamping the letters end gath- door os all of us, an they agettln ered them up in a package on the mail Anything new. Mis Tibbs? table. The door opened, and young Well, as 1 was tellln Mis Martin, office. came into the lady theres very suspicious postal cards Mrs. Tibbs. Is "Good .morning, been 46? through my hands, an box in mall there any Yes; heres a postal card for you. though I dont hare no privilege to Miss Gears. I guess your beau didnt say anything about the U. S. mall, write to you. leastwise 1 shouldnt postal cards are public property, an think he would on a postal card." Miss Gears took the card, glanced at It, and blushed, but said nothing. She had lived in Roxvllle only a few months, and did not take kindly to the villagers familiar way of prying into her afrairs. Mrs. Tibbs nodded knowingly as jtbe door closed. I declare fort! I wish Mary Berry could a seen her flush up. Tell mo the aint no secret there! If I had a right to divulge, I could tell em a thing or two." A thin, wrinkled little woman came into the outer office, and Mrs. Tibbs bustled out to meet her. Set right down. Miss Martin. Brought your mendin, didnt you Well, Im glad. I get dreadful oneasy here In the office all day. Aint no onwn scarcely after the creamery teams get away mornins. I aeo Miss Gears .jest made ye a call? Yes, she did. I guess sher wanted to spe Tuesdays her Tfca Ronilla Scandal. -- J"'- - r A . r I what-feecjvrot- e. " fl Sjvh'i r aT Do tell! Oh, yes; Tuesdays and Fridays 6he alius hears from him. Sometimes it's a postal card, too. I'd like to know! Cant be he writes anything very private on a postal? Mrs. Tibbs tossed her head disdainfully. 1 aint privileged to talk much about the U. S. mall, but 1 cant help aseein things when theyre held right up before my face an eyes, an I tell you, Marlette Martin, theres some things I could tell about that pink an white faced Gears girl that wouldnt sound very well, she bein . Single, , -- 'Tve thought It right along. I told George, set I, theyre a queer family. widow, Mis Gears claims shes but no one haint never sebiber hus- band's gravestone, as Ive heerd of." Mrs. Tibbs looked out of the window. Theres Mis Berry an Mis JohnYou neednt say any son cornin. I said about the postal what of thing card. I dont want to make It out any worsern tis, for its black enough, goodness knows! declare, how be ye both? Walk We right In an have some chairs. Bem visit real family haint hail a I don know when. "I suppose the Gears's come reglar for the mall now? I guess youre ' 1 j boldly inquired Mrs. Berry. I couldnt help but see some things that give me a hint into how things stood. There! Whatd I tell ye, Laura Johnson? Didnt I say I dreamt of the Gears house bein on fire, an scandalous was I knew something cornin to light? I never dreamt of fire that It didnt mean Something. Now when Janet Jones eloped with her father's hired man, I dreamt A team stopped In front of the office. , The postmistress gathered up her Knitting. Theres Jim Hawkins, she said, an' he'll stay till the stage comes allua does. We can't talk when he comes In, for I wouldn't have it get out that I said anything about it for the world; but you come in Saturday mornln, an if it aint gone Ill show ye something. Guess her beaus pretty busy lately. Hes writ to her on postals the last three times. Saturday morning a' subdued but excited conversation took place behind the postoffice boxes. On Mrs. Tibbs table lay a postal card. t aint tellln any of ye what's been writ on the other postals, for 1 ain't privileged to disclose on the U. S, mall, but theres the card that come last night; you can read It for yourselves. None of the women touched the card; they bent over It as If they feared it was Infected with germs, but they scanned the lines with feverish interest: Dear Carolyn: Baby Is better, and the doctor Is sure she will live. Nursing her and running the office keeps me pretty busy, but I will write as soon as possible. Remember me to your mother. 1 Jack.1 Baby Is better!" Baby!"' U card-cam- e ft ft r dOr t 1 4 Mm ftl ft ft ft. ft m ' 0 0 mw 0' Fe X ft 'r 00' v.f Coimor, DEALER. IN X ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ih ih & vi ih ih ih ih ih ih General A Merchandise. ft ft ft !i ih h ih ih ih & ih & x A F uIlJLirve of ih Dry Goods, GroCeriesr ! ih fleets and Caps, Boots and ih Shoes, Etc., Etc. vi ih ih ih ih ft Main Street, ft ft ft Stockton. ih it W Black Hills Saloon ft ft ft ft ft V lin MAIN ST.. STOCKTON. HIGGINS A CARROLL. ft SL &r tL STST-L- r-- && aL-- jfc & ib R. Sheldon, Mgr. 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After the reading of a portion of scripture and the making of a prayer, the biographical part of the sermon began in which attention was called to the ungodly lives of the Scrub Oakers in general, and the deceased In particular, wlta this startling conclusion, And I have no doubt that the late Mr. W is even now gnashing his teeth In hell! This was too much forx old P , one of the intimates of tha departed, and he strode from the church in high dudgeon, and was found at the close of the service excitedly pacing back and forth across the church green and squirting tobacco juice in all directions. Some one asked what he thought of the rehas marks as to his friend. Dr. S for I , told a blank He. says P know for a certainty that the old man hasn't had a looth In jiis head for over twenty yeirs! ft ft 2 .3 '5 -- S 55 2i -- -S -5 25 53 -- -2 ih ih ih ft ft ft J) LgYlD . mil Pntprieior manage. i r DR. F. M. DAVIS, . PHYSICIAN Stockton. SURGEON. $ 45 ft ft ft ft ft JS A W. A -S 5 A. '-S m m & 333 & .Main Street . ft Ml ill Wrailey, SALOON AND BILLIARD HALL. ft s 't ih ft ft ft Another Jose Vindicated. A stranded jrtiespian troupe, literbe- ally walking the rallfoad ties tween Utica an 1 Rome. In New York, were arrested fcs suspicious cbarac-ter- s New York on Monday. World. Those who would regard stranded actors as suspicious cbarac-Ives guilty, for ters are them the guilty mind plcion ever ha Owe- aho could not tell that an actor uld hardly tel any was an actor thing. The spr tacle of a company of Mr them walking r Hlroad ties was such a vindication of satirical paragraphs and of pojnic ournalism that for country cbpsta le not to realize the fact was both strange and the decline ablfi. It either of comic jourc tlism or its failure to ih penetrate the ecesses of the minds I never! Remember me to your mother. Humph, that dont sound as If he was married to her, an if he aint Mrs. Tibbs took the card by one corner and slipped it into box 46. Several weeks followed before the climax was reached., Wltonever a from Jack, tha postal women of the village happened In, and they always found Mrs. Tibbs ready to lay the card on the table. Many a groan and shake of the bead brief followed the reading of the lines that referred to Baby. The week before Thanksgiving, Theres somethin there that hadnt . Mrs. Berry came Into the office and ought to be. , found Mrs. Tibbs unduly excited. the only one that gets within peakin ' I guess Itll all come out now distance of em. Sech folks! Why, she said. The sly foxll have to I went over- own up to ono thing or another, Read of darkest On Oh, did ye?" that! tf'-If man had Yes, I went over to call yestercard 6n the tato the She pointed knock loud enough ble. couldnt but offices tectlve day, to raise anybody. , I'll eat Tbanks- - cess. "Dear Carolyn: There was silence a few minutes. 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