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Show ""- ? is y ' j i 77 aUrrtTside of life 5 ' - - - - Here's n Btory about a 08 year old woman marrying a youth of 23," I remarked to Trlxie today, while a now customer at tho first table chuckled with delight at discovering his small steak hiding behind a new potnto on his plato. "What do you think of that?" "What do you put It up to mo for?" Trlxlo rejoined. "Just because tv0 boobs what ought to bo living In tho blue houso take out a marriage HcenBo and sign tho papers, do you want mo to explain It? I have all I can do explaining to tho Hoss why moro healthy mazuma Isn't coming Into tho till without bothering about foolish Btorles In tho papers. Hut, still, there's nothing wonderful about this talc. Mistakes somo- times turn out to bo the best things In the world. "I know a girl what put tho wrong tonic on Iter crowning glory one night, and now she's got the swellest hair you ever saw. -See that long drink of water at tho second table wearing a glad smile Just because ho' found a real oyster In the oyster stow? "Well to mako a long story longer still, tho Doss' gave a swoll racket' not long ago, .and this fellow was right on the Job and when you get through sizing up that llttlo blondo with tho now black suit what you can got any whero for ?9.99, I'll :cll you something. There were nny number of swell girls at tho dance, including myself, but this fellow was all eyes for tho Boss's slater, a Certain' Cer-tain' Party what will never see fifty again, oven though she lives a thousand thou-sand years. "Ho hung nround her llko a bee, and remember thero were sixteen, girls and only three fellows at the party. She told mo herself that ho wrote a bushel of poems about her lovoly orbs and called her up five times a day on tho telephone. One night they dropped into a movie show and right In tho middle of tho act when th0 hero was reeling off a Hvo spiel this long drink of water whispered loud enough to bo heard on the strcot, 'Dearie, you are tho light of my life, and I hopo you never nev-er go out. Just say tho word and" we'll daro somebody to marry us.' Of courso, alio gave him a good call down for forgottlng whero ho was, but alio didn't forgot to say yes. "They wore married not long afterward, aft-erward, and tho Bobs camo to Hfo with a swoll wedding. Ho gave hor away, first at the altar, when ho refused re-fused to take off his now overcoat for fear somebody would walk out of tho church lnsido of It, and next at tho supper aftorwards, whon ho told hor right ago to a Certain Party lnf this rostaurant, wh0 flashed It all 'round town. Wlfey camo In hero about a mouth ago and handod out a sob story what would mako a wooden Indian get sympathetic. Hub by's lovo was growing cold" "And it wasn't long boforo ho was discovered paying attentions to a girl young enough to bo his daughter, daugh-ter, eh?" I Intorpoaed, whllo tho proprietor pro-prietor gently reminded a now customer cus-tomer that tho pickled onions woro not to bo devoured on the premises I and not taken elsewhere in one's pocket. "You'll wako up somo day." Trlxie replied. "They're as happy as' two kids what sneaked into a moving picture pic-ture Bhow. I gave her a heart to heart talk with somo beauty advice, and now Hubby swears his 50 year old tootslo wootsle doesn't look a day over 25." -h ! ! A Whisper Dedicated to Mrs. Sarah McAllster listen to a quiet whisper From the sunny sido 0f Hfo, v I havo crossed tho mystic river, Left tho land of care and strlfo. r was welcomed by my kindred, y warm friends upon this shore. Now w0 sond you love's warm greet- Keep it warm for evermore In my early days of earth life, When I lived next door to you, With my brothora and my alsto'rs, And my parents kind and true. I would often alt and ponder, Whonco 1 camo and what Is right; Riper years brought deeper questions Shadows somotimes followed light. But I strovo to do my duty To my God and fellow man, And I spent my sweetest moments, Thinking of tho Gospel Plan. Tell dear Joseph I remomber All ho said and did for mo. Tell tho boys who labor with him That In spirit I am freo. Toll my Sarah that I love her, Ab I did In duys of yoro; And our children, eight fond loved ones, c.j I shall lovo for ovormoro. May thoy never Idly wander From the truth, tho good, tho right; May they keep their vision open, To their heavenly homo in sight. I havo mot your Clara, Willie, Charming Ida, Frank bo kind, And they send u Christmas greeting To tho loved ones left behind. Now I hoar my follow workors, ' Calling, calling to tho light I must Join them In their lohors ' Now I breathe a sweet good night. W. II. Apporloy. |