I f?EMEMBER GUY HECKER UNO QOS
ViEYHIMfr. UMD HOW DEY USED TO PUT
;AK-H6USH ONCER ALL, AUXJD6H
, , LOVE AND WHAT THEN?
. Enraptured, they gazed, hand-in-hand,
upon the beautiful scene
stretched before them Jn the setting
sun. "Twas the Lake District, and
they but three days upon their honeymoon.
"Dearest," he said,.-gazing at her
fondly, "isn't this heavenly?"
"Yes, Reginald," she softly mur
mured. "Do you know," he whispered ar
dently, "to me life does not seem
long enough for our happiness. Just
think, even if we are fortunate, our
arried. life can hardly last longer
an fifty years."
Is that all? she queried wonder-
Ingly, edging nearer.
ptj xesj mats so, a luucn 01 saa
Lliess in his voice. "Only fifty years
fRh which to love each other."
' "Then kiss me quick, Reginald,"
shejexclaimed, "we're wasting time!"
By Berton Braley.
They called him "fool" an 1
'traitor" as through the land ho
went. They cried out "Agitator" and
"Brand of Discontent" From altar
and from steeple upon this man, for
lorn, the priests and "goodly people"
hurled wrath and bitter scorn.
They .called him "cheat" and
"faker" and drove him from the door.
They shouted, "Mischief-maker, be
gone and come no more!" From
border unto border they hounded
him, lest he "Upset Established Or
der and bring on Anarchy!"
At length they seized and tried him
that they might have their will, and
so they crucified him high on a lonely
hill, the Outcast Agitator, driven by
scourge and rod! They called him
''fool" and "traitor" and now we call
o o x
AN UNCONSIDERED POINT
"You want a horse, sir?" said it 3
horsy-looking Individual, as he sa.
a likely customer approaching.
"I vas hot I vas hot," replied th?
stout old German, fanning himself
with his' broad-brimmed hat, "and I
was not able to afford a horse."
"Igot the very one to suit you,
governor. Just come an' have a
1 "Too much too much," muttered
the German, as he followed the horse
"There she is! A beauty!" Aid
the Seedy-looking dealer lent agaii. t
the stable contemplating . the charn.j
of the rather woebegone-looking
The likely customer shook his
"Vot age?" he queried.
"Five years old, sound as a bell,
and goes ten miles without a stop!"
The German raised his fat little
"Not for me!" he exclaimed. "Oh,
no. I live eight miles from de city,
und mit dot horse I haf to valk back
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