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Show I visits wnWfl The Harbingers. 4 -A?".. L - k NIOltT. Thf kocU prxlfl rnttlo In Hip lirceze Aliovt- the hilttln graimcH; O'or I'Vi'ty hill. In overy dale. The touch of Autumn lmnscn. Tho trust uprnulii low Itn hoary chill Upon the xcphyrH BlecpliiB And stitrtH the vnKrunt, wnlllnR breeze Aeto! the vnllayit HwecplnR. MOUN1NC5. The dead loaves drift iilonK the road And .tifitllo In the ditched: The hliuklilril, high upon n llmh, Ills ltiHty llocU-KotiB plteheB. Athwart tho meltliiK maple tree The inortdiiK Kimllght ttliltuiiM-rs. While thiniiRh tho intcrHtlrox deep The Untiling Minnae xlimnerti. NOON. The fin.iteil dnlilln Htrlves tolft Her hlacltencil head In uliulnrns: The aMtiT ilronpM lll tounled pliiinn 111 most dejected undncKH, The Rrapcvlne, twInliiR on the fence, Has lost Its umhercd Juices The wine of lenfy llfo has ebbed Adown I tH llliroiiH sluices! BUNHRT. Tho Mini, blood red, iiIoiir tho wood Casts shadows ever loitKcr; The chill of evenliiR rides tho breeze That waxes ever stroiiRer. Now slnUs the disc behind the West And leaves the day ii-wanlnR When winds howl fiercely throiiRh th wood In strident tones complaining! tKNVOI. Hut what caro we? Within our homes Ucsldn the embers RlowlnR, Wo drnln tho cup of thankfulness From Plenty's horn o'crllowlnR. Blow. Autumn's chill and Winter's cold. Thy melancholy droning W'n drink to Happiness and Love And sine to Joy's IntonlnR! For when the heart Is tuned to sing, Who cares for Wlntcr'B chill and sting? o o o What wo need in this country Is nn ashless winter nnd a lawn-mowcrlcss jumracr. Tho man who spends his money and Jocsn't wish it bnck, has had his mon oy's worth. A Mr. Thundoror married a Miss Cloud In Indian Torrltory. Looks Uko stormy weathor ahead. Tho tlmo for campaign beta Is here. Got your peanuts early and get nlca round ones that will roll easily. "When tho world comes to an end," snys n Colorado editor, "thoro won't be any moro coal bills." Which way arc you going, brother? When tho troubles of a man and wife get as far as tho qullttnc boo, thoy might as well call In tho divorce lawyer and bo dono with It. "Bo kind to vermin and Insects," says nn exchange. "Thoy nro your friends." Sure, they're your friends. They'll stick to you even when you're broke. A man doesn't always want to take too much for granted. Tho woman ho loves may wear tho flowers ho sent, Instead of tho ones sont by her rival, Blmply because thoy match her gown. "Can anybody count a half dozen marriages between American girls and the nobility (meaning, of course, tho foreign nobility), thnt hnvo bcon happy?" asks an Illinois nowspapor. Of course not, and Judging by tho number of dlvorco cases, It would keop a follow pretty busy to count that many right hero nt homo. Ouch! I didn't seo hor coming or I would have dodged that! f o o o ' Hoppertown Happenings. Squire Purdy has Issued n writ of nunc pro tunk against tho fcllerH that Iuiiir out In the hack room of tho drug- store nnd says ho Is going to put 4111 end to them tunk (.Mines If It takes all summer. Hank TumniH has Rot a boll on his thumb and Is not nhlo nt this writing to perform his usual wink, which Is whlt-tlln' whlt-tlln' in front of Tlhbltt's grocery. A drummer from down to the Itaplds put tip ut tho Hotel Hoppertown ono day this week. He put up 25 cents for breakfast break-fast and 33 cents for dinner. Tho wringer broko while Mrs. Anson Judson's hired Rlrl was iloliiR the washing wash-ing tho other day and she had to run the clothes through tho pianola. Miss I.utlo Illbhlns Is saving up her money to go down to New Vork and take slnsln' lessons. Alio ain't decided Just whero she will take 'em yet, hut will prolmMy take 'em ilKht In tho Blngor bulling which Is said to ho tho hest. Mir Illbblus bus cat so much sweet corn thut her voice Is quite husky at this wrltlni;. Hoy K. Moultou, |