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Show 2 It A with you and yaur giving Amne mother. Bba: bring Baby and leave her with you if you think you can keep her now . She has quite recovered from hei lung fever, and Is playful as a colt, in great baste, A CONFESSION Jack." He kissed her on the balcony It wee a dreadful aln: The roars tried their attain t, hide, Folding their blushes lot Poor little wait!" as a colt' The brute!" We oug&t to tar an feather the whole passe? of em. Ill go right He kissed her on the balcony fells Martin about It" The very moonbeams quivered; While Mara turned red. Orlo tied. warn her not to say And Venus fairly shivered. e don'; want it to get He kissed her on the balcony been meddlin'." I thought to see her faint. ients were left out of This modest maid with look so staid. viands prepared in ng That I had dreamed a saint! several Roxvi i e kltcnens that year, it could not b wondered at for there He kissed her on the balcony waa suppresi d excitement as the Ah, can I tell alack! The direful truth of woman's ruth time drew nei when the skeleton in I saw her kiss him back the Gears clc et should he ulsclosed. -- Atlanta Journal. It happened he day before Thanks giving. Mrs. dartln left her pumpkin pies In tin oven, and Mra. Berry brought her ow! of butter sauce which Mrs. Tibbs' knitting along to stir n tba way. They saw during Ronille Scandal. needles clicked ominously. Finally, the horse and carriage when It came Into the village and stopped at Mrs. he said: Gears cottage; but only one tall, I scandalous. Two it's Well, say BT FLORENCE J. BOYCE. women young man alighted and was mat by cornin an Into our midst, Pub. 1901, Co.) Story by Dally (Copyright, Mrs. Gears ber daughter. finso actin shet the Mrs. Tibbs, the postmistress, upscrupulous they door on all of us, an they ished stamping the letters and gathered them up in a package on the mall Probably tiea left the poor little Anything new, Mia Tibbs?" table. The door opened, and a young Well, as I was tellln Mis Martin, thing In somA orphan asylum." lady came into the office. Just then a pretty chestnut mare "Good .morning, Mrs. Tibbs. Is there's very suspicious postal cards been through my bands, an stopped at the door, and Carolyn there any mall in box 46?" out of the ferriage, and Yea; heres a postal card for you. though I dont hare no privilege to Gears got Miss Gears. I guess your beau didnt say anything about the U. 8. mall, came in to get the mail. Good morning, Mrs. Tibbs. I write to you. Leastwise I shouldn't postal cards are public property, an you are getting ready for suppose card." think he would on a postal . Thanksgiving? Miss Gears took the card, glanced You seem to bo Good mornul at it, and blushed, but said nothing. happy, responded Mrs. Tibbs IronShe had lived in Roxvllle only a few ( ically. months, and did not take kindly to I have reason to be bappy, 1 of the villagers familiar way prying think," the girl laughed pleasantly. into her affairs. You see Mamma has improved so as Mrs. Tibbs nodded knowingly After she much here in Roxvllle. the door cloned. nervous doctor bad the prostration I declare fort! I wish Mary advised complete rest and quiet, so flush seen her a up. Berry could we came here; and now she Is nearTell mo the aint no secret there! ly well. Then, Baby had lung fever, I could If I had a right to divulge, and she has recovered; so I feel espetell 'em a thing or two. cially thankful. came A thin, wrinkled little woman Whos your baby. Miss?" into the outer office, and Mrs. Tibbs Mrs. Berry. inquired boldly bust lad out to meet her. Oh, Jack Mr. Marvin, has been Set right down, Miss Martin. ber for me, but Jack and 1 keeping Brought your mendin', didn't you? are to be married in the spring, and Well, I'm glad. I get dreadful oneasy as Baby Is as well as ever now t shall here in the office all day. Aint no keep ber here for Mamma and 1 to one in scarcely after the creamery drive until weireturn to the city. She teams get away mornin's." Is Just the swjietest horse, and we are 1 see Miss Gears JeBt made ye a very devoted ;d her. call?' There werjEO letters, you said, Yes, she did. I guess she wanted Tibbs to see. what he wrote. Tuesdays her ' m to to ! Tli ad Do tell! Oh, yes; Tuesdays and Fridays she alius hears from him. Sometimes Its a postal card, too. I'd like to know! Cant be he writes anything very- private on a postal?" Mra. Tibbs tossed her head disdainfully. I aint privileged to talk much about the U. 8. mall, but 1 cant help things when they're held right up before my face an eyes, an 1 tell you. Marietta Martin, there's some things 1 could tell about that pink an white faced Gears girl that wouldn't sound very well, she bein' single." , Ive thought It right along. I told George, sec I, they're a queer family. Mis Gears claims shes a widow, but no one haln't never seen her husband's gravestone, as Ive heerd of." Mrs. Tibbs looked out of the window. "Theres Mis Berry an Mis JohnYou neednt ssy anyson cornin. I said about the postal what of thing card. I don't want to make it out any woraern tls, for ita black enough, goodness knows! Walk 1 declare, how be ye both? We chairs. some have an In right semffi visit famiiy real haln't had a I ilon know when." "I suppose the Gears's come reg lar for the mail now? I guess you're - 1 boldly inquired Mrs. Berry. I couldnt help but see some things that give me a hint into how things stood. "There! What'd 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 Are that it didn't 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 alius does. We cant 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 morn In, an if it ain't gone I'll ahow ye something. Guess her beau's pretty busy lately. Hes writ to her on postals the last three times. Saturday morning a subdued but excited conversation took place behind the postofflee boxes. On Mrs. Tibbs table lay a postal card. "( ain't tellln any of ye what'a been writ on the other postals, for I ain't privileged ' to disclose on the U. 8. mail, but there's 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. Nurs ing her and' running the office keeps me pretty busy, but 1 will write as soon as possible. Remember me to your mother. Baby Is better! Baby!" "Well, 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. Wlgmever a postal card came from Jack, the 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 head followed the reading of the brief lines that referred to Baby." that hadnt there somethin' The week before Thanksgiving, There's Mrs. Berry came into the office and ought to be." Mrs. Tibbs unduly excited. found ' I the only one that gets within speakln Itll all come out now, guess distance of em." Sech folks! Why, she said. The sly foxll have to I went over own up to on3 thing or another. Read Oh, did ye?" that!" Yes, I went over to call yesterShe pointed to the card on the taloud knock enough ble. day, but couldnt to raise anybody." Dear Carolyn: Ill eat Thanks- There was silence a few minutes. - X X DEALER. IN $ General A Merchandise. to to to to to to iSf to to i& & A FullILirte of v to to to iSf Dry Goods Groceries Hects and Caps Boots and to to to to asf $ Shoes. Etc.. Etc. & Of to to Main Street, to to to to to to i iiiffjt Stockton. ii Black Hills Saloon MAIN ST., STOCKTON. HIGGINS to blue eyes as she went out, no one no-tlced It but the tall young man who assisted her into the carriage. .Get up, Baby," she said, and they drove away. The three women looked stupidly at one another. I must be goln' or my piesll be burnt up, said Mrs. Martin, and Mra. Berry followed her out, atlrrlng feebly at the bowl of butter sauce. Jack.1 iS) to r - & to . 'dSysTor a idler. John F. Connor, f to to to to to d CARROLL. K. Sheldon, Mtfr. Proprietor. ffogns TR.APP i V Of ft ft wmissst ; a CO., Props. ...TRAPP SALOON... FEAT WA8 AN IMPOSSIBILITY. Burial Main Si. Sermon Aroused Indignation of Friend of the Deceased. A writer in the Boston Transcript Scrub Oaks," a settledescribing ment of undesirable people in Southeastern Massachusetts, tells a tale of the death of one of the residents and the efforts of a frank spoken preacher among them to point a moral. After the reading of a portion of scripture and the making of a prayer, the biographical part of the sermon began hi which attention was called to the ungodly lives of the "Scrub Oakers" in general, and the deceased In particular, with this startling conclusion, And 1 have no doubt that the late Is even now gnashing hla Mr. W teeth in hell!" This was too much for old F , one of the intimates of the departed, and he strode from tho 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. 8 . "for told a blank lie, says P know for a certainty that the old man hasnt had a tyjotb in his head for over twenty yiirs!" DR. F PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. w to i Another Joko Vindicated, t. stranded khespian troupe, liter-hrailroad tlea ally walking in New York, tween Utiea an were arrested suspicious cbarac-y- , ters on Monds says the New York World. Those who would regard stranded acton as suspicious eharac-Ive- s ters are theim guilty, for ever halnts the guilty mind." One who could not tell that an actor uld hardly tell was an actor of a company of thing. The p ill road ties was rueh a r them walking vindication of satirical paragraphs and of comic ournalism that for a country consta le not to realize the a fact was both strange and decline the either able. It of comic journ Usm or Its failure to penetrate the cresses of the minds of darkest Om la. e e, any--tac- le Inexcus-indic&te- If man had tectlve offices ress. i curiosity private shut up JW. ld busl- - to to to to W. Stockton. DAVIS, Stockton. A. Frailey, SALOON AND BILLIARD HALL. to Main fireet. to wv s to to Hi Hi Hi W Mr W to to Hi H Hi Hi ift Hi HU, Gfie Mfrchner Mouse, Main Street?W6ckton. to jjj |
