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Oldest Inn* In fSnitlmid.
The Fighting Cocks Inn, on the river
Ver, St. Albans, said to be "over 1,100
years old," claims to be the oldest In
habited house in the kingdom, but the
Saracen's Head, Newark, memorablo
In the story of Jeanie Deans, can actu
ally, it seems, show title deeds dating
back to 1341. The oldest tavern bill
extant is that of Richard de Insula,
bishop of Durham, at the Angel Inn.
Blyth, Notts, anno 1274. The item "In
Coquinu, 27s, ris somewhat, ex
cessive, taking the relative value- of
money into consideration.—London
Athenaeum.
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'a,,as^|ne Company. ]g
482 Grandville avenue, Grand Rapids
Mich. The liberal offers of this com
v.pany
to home decorators in our adver
=tising columns elsewhere in this pap?r
-deserve careful perusal.
Dlaaatrou*.
Doctor—Have you been taking an oc
caslonal cold plunge, as I advised?
Dyspeptic Capitalist—Yes, I've been
Investing heavily in ice stocks—and 1
*ot nipped.—Chicago Tribune.
PUBLISHED EVERY WINTER
rnmoni Cong-li and Cold Prcacrliitloi
IIa« Cared Hundreds Here.
"Get two ounces of Glycerine and
half an ounce of Concentrated Pine
compound. Then get half a pint of
good whiskey and put the other two
Ingredients into it. Take a teaspoon
tul to a tablespoonful of this mixture
after each meal and at bed time.
Shake the bottle well each time." This
la said to be the quickest, cold and
cough remedy known. It frequently
cures the worst colds in twenty-four'
hours. But be sure to get only the
genuine Concentrated Pine. Each half
ounce bottle comes put up in a tin
screw-top case. Don't use the weaker
pine preparations. Any druggist has
It on hand or will quickly get it from
his wholesale 'house.'
In th© Rongh,
man mixed some' strychnine with
wheat,
And fed it to the English sparrows.
Said the cat: "What makes
The birds taste so queer?"
And there wasn't a dry eye In the igloa
Only One "BROMO QUININE"
That is LAXATIVE BROMO QUININE. Look
for the signature of E. W. GROVE. Used tho
World over to Core a Cold in One Day. 25c.
Ancient Instance.
"Things are getting too hot for me!"
gasped the phoenix, with its expiring
breath. "Here's where I retire!"
Thus the historic bird set an exam
ple that mankind has been proverbial*
Ijr reluctant to follow.
It quit under lire. J5
BARKING, HACKING, RASPING COUGH
mn be broken quickly by AUtn's I
.una lini-nvi.
ndaold,
flirt.
reliable remedy has been sold lor over 4U
Ask
your druggist about It.
Aloft and Aloiv.
The traveler was taking his first view
mt Chicago.
"There are so many Irregularities In
your sky line," he said.
"Well, you'll hear the same thing
•bout bur tunnel lines," observed the
•ative, with some hesitation.
TO GET
(IS BENEFICIAL EFFECTS
ALWAYS 8UV THE GENUINE
MANUFACTURE flV THC
Wm^
•fS.
lipiuitlfill Will
1 CoutiiiKTM fur lloitten
In line with the progress of ail othei
things in these modern days is the
"beautiful, perfect and sanitary wal.
coatings for our homes. Alabastine is
the name of a rich, soft and velvetj
preparation for the decoration of wall? Sllmpse of Jen and David, who as rel
and ceilings. It adheres to the wails stives of the deceased were notorious
Of its own adhesive qualities, it is in !or the time being but thanks to the
expensive, clean, artistic and so eas jresence of the police and the vigi
lly put on that any one can follow IIK lance of Jaggard, the morbid crowd of
printed directions on every package tlglitseers were unable to gratify their
Any shade or tint is easily produced
Alabastine is proof against insects or
disease germs BO prevalent in wall pa
per. It does not rub off and flake like
kaisomine. A complete color plan for
jthe walls of the home and stencils to Maurice, the Major regarded
-help make the home beautiful, together gratuitous Insult.
nn" i0'1 ®bout ^J118 decorations "Can't she let the poor man rest in
font f8 °'C0i01r1fff!?t8
CHAPTER X.
,flis grave?" said Jen, wrathfully. "It
an
Dr. Etwald—who, by the way, kept his
flark eyes studiously fixed on her—she
was fairly composed when she ad
dressed the Major.
"My 111 missy want you, sar," said
Dido, going straight to the point "She
weep! She ill! She make terrible
bobbery, dat poo' girl. Massa come an'
lee my 111 missy dis dafV
I can't at present! The police are
In the house there is a lot to be at
tended to. Tell your mistress, Dido,
that I'll see her to-morrow."
"She wants you to-day!" insisted
Dido, obstinately.
I have given you the message," said
Jen, sharply. "Tell her I'll see her to
morrow. And now, Dido, I want to
know what you have to do with this
crime?"
I, massa! Ole Dido she do nuffin.
Massa Maurice he die Voodoo! Oh,
yes!"
'By that devil-stick poison?"
'Me don't know what debble-stick
is! I no touch him!"
It was clearly impossible to learn
anything from so obstinate a creature,
•o Jen repeated that he would call up
on Isabella on the morrow, and dis
missed the negress. As she left the
room Dr. Etwald followed her, and on
Ms return mentioned casually that he
sad been giving Dido some Instruc
tions aa to what was to be done with
Isabella.
The girl is nervously excited," he
explained "and now that she has sus
tained this shock of Mr. Aylmer's
leath there is no knowing what com
plications may ensue."
"You are a prophet of evil, Etwald!
First, my poor Maurice, now Miss Dal
las!" {5
As to that," replied Etwald with
deliberation, "I foretell that Miss Dal
las may get ill from perfectly natural
signs. She was in love with Aylmer
she is of a highly excitable and ner
vous character, so it is easy to know
that unless^ great care is exercised her
brain may be affected."
"But.with regard to Maurice7
"Quite a different thing. I read in
his hand that he wbuld be subject to
a state of Life in Death."
"Which, as we guessed, meant par
alysis or catalepsy," said David. "But,
M|.
y®u
MiH '*C1
BAT HOME
Devil
Great was the dismay throughout
Jhe country side when it became
mown that Maurice Aylmer had been
murdered. There was hardly a person
consequence in the county who
,'ould not claim at least a bowing ac
quaintance with him. Moreover, Mau
rice was one of those men who are al
ways popular, and much sympathy
tvas manifested for his untimely death.
Mso the mysterious way in which he
had come to his end, the absence of
iny known motive, and the knowledge
that the deceased had 110 enemies—all
:hose things combined to raise public
:uriosity to the highest pitch.
Crowds of people came from all
parts ef the country to view the scene
»f the crime, and, if possible, to gain a
suriosity. The two men remained in
seclusion, and saw no one save Dr. Et
urald. A sympathetic message arrived
,'rom Mrs. Dallas, which, considering
the way she had behaved towards
as a
Author
Mystery
through her opposition to the
match that this has come about!"
"Oh, you can't say that, Uncle Jen,"
remonstrated David.
"Yes, I can, sir. If Maurice had not
oeen prevented from seeing Isabella,
there would have bfen no necessity
for him to call on Etwald and if he
had not done that, he would not have
been on the high-road in the night to
meet with his death. Mrs. Dallas and
iier infernal negress are at the bottom
of this whole accursed business."
Of course this was mere raving on
the part of Jen, but the poor man was
beside himself with grief at the loss of
Maurice, and hardly knew what he
was saying. Being in this frame of
silnd, he was by no means pleased
when shortly after the delivery of Mrs.
Dallas' message Dido made her ap
pearance with a request for a person
al interview.
"I shan't see that black witch," cried
the poor Major. "David—Etwald, send
tier away."
"I wouldn't if I were you, Major!"
laid Etwald, Judiciously "she might
fc* the bearer of valuable Information,
fkely to lead to the detection of Ayl
tner's assassin."
David left the room and remained
ibsent for some time. On his return
he staled that Dido had come with a
message from Isabella, and that she
refused to deliver it to anyone save
the Major. Seeing that the negress
was thus insistent, and wondering
I what Miss Dallas might vant with
him at so painful a time, Jen yielded,
and Dido was admitted into the li
brary. She looked taller, more mas
sive, and more sullen than ever, and
though she trembled at the sight of
poor Maurice is dead. Tour
propheisy was false."
"1} would seem so. Mr. Aylmer is
ter!m
Life in
^thveanno^^ppii^ to'hls ^rtsi
tnt totate of. non-existence. But you
that I foretold that evil
•fould happen to him if he decided to
Dallas. It has turned out
I thought*?
"True, doctor," remarked Jen, keep
ing his eyes fixed upon the swart face
of the Cther. "And is that all you have
to say?"
"All? What else do you expect me
to say?" demanded Etwald, coldly.
"Say who you think kil!-ed Maurice?
Who stole the devil-stick?"
"I can't answer," said the. doctor,
taking up his hat. "A detective may be
able to assist you on these points. En
gage one!"
"No," said Jen, taking David by the
arm. "We don't need aid from the
law to learn who killed Maurice, and
avenge his death. David and myself
will find the guilty person?"
"Really. I hope you will succeed.
But a case like this requires a trained
intelligence such as you may find in a
detective. Of course, you may com
mand my services, Major, but I'm
afraid you will not succeed."
When the doctor had taken himself
off, and was walking past the library
windows towards the curve of the ave
nue where it ran into the woods, Jen
looked after him with a lowering face,
and laid an inquiring finger on David's
arm.
"Do you trust that man, my boy?"
he asked, gravely.
"No," returned Sarby, after a pause.
"I think ho is a bad lot."
"I am sure of it and what's more,"
added Jen, nodding, "it is my opinion
that he knows who killed Maurice, if
indeed he did not do it himself."
The hours dragged heavily along in
that house of mourning. The body of
the dead man lay in the little chamber
which looked out upon the laurel-en
circled lawn. It was covered with a
white sheet, the hands were folded up
on the breast, and flowers had been
laid thereon by the Major. Over the
face a handkerchief had been thrown,
as the once handsome features were so
discolored as to be absolutely repulsive
to tho sight. There was something
terrible in the rigidity of the long
form, stretched out so stiffly under the
sheet. In the chamber, candles were
burning, and Jaggard was watching
near the corpse. lie was to watch
throughout the night.
David retired early to bed, as he was
quite wornout with the anxieties of
the day but Jen was too grieved to
sleep. He remained in the library,
thinking over his great loss, and won
deri« what wretch could havje taken
thaggi'ung life. Towards 12 o'clock he
wtiat the kitchen, and had a short
cSfcVO$»ution with the policeman, who
was a srupid bucolic youth with no
more brains than a pumpkin. After
wards he sought the chamber of death,
to see that Jaggard was not sleeping
at his post. Finally, like tho old sol
dier he was, Jen went round the house,
to satisfy himself that the windows
and doors were bolted and barred. All
these things done, he returned to th
library.
At first he read and then paced up
and down, thinking of his dead lad,
and finally as the hands of the clock
drew to midnight, he threw himself in
to a chair, and worn out in body and
in mind, the old man slept profoundly.
Hour after hour passed in silence the
moon set, and the night grew darker,
as the mind rose and moaned through
the woods round the house. Save the
muttering of the breeze and the ticking
of the clock, not a sound was to be
heard in that silent room wherein Jen
slept heavily.
Suddenly he woke with a start.
Someone was rapping gently on the
shutters of the middle window. Glanc
ing at the clock, Jen saw that it was
3 in the morning, and wondering who
could be outside at so untimely an
hour, he rose to open the window.
With care, begotten of old experience,
he picked up his revolver, and held it
ready while unbolting the window
shutters. When they were thrown
open, he saw a white figure with out
stretched hands standing before the
window.
"Miss Dallas! You here? At this
hour?'
"Yes, yes," whispered the girl, step
ping into the room. "I got out of my
bedroom window and escaped from my
mother and Dido. I want to see Mau
rice. Take me to the death-chamber."
Seeing from her looks that she was
too distraught to be argued with, Jen
led her out of the library and into the
dead man's room. Then he uttered
ill cry, which was echoed by a wild
shriek from the girl.
The bed was empty—the corpse was
gone.
1
..' "''V -%:t
CHAPTER XI.
i.
Astounded and horrified, the Major,
wtth Isabella Dallas clinging to his
arm, stood staring at the empty bed.
The candles were still burning, but
Jaggard had fallen from his chair, and
was lying, a huddled heap upon the
floor. The one window of the room
was wide open, and the wind was
shaking a loose shutter to and fro. The
shock of the discovery was so terrific
that Jen, for once in his life, lost his
presence of mind. He was recalled to
his senses by the wild voice of Isa
bella. 1'
"Maurice! Maurice! Where is he?"
she cried, leaving the Major and rush
ing towards the empty bed. "You said
he was here—my poor dead love but I
can't see him. Where is he? Where
is he?"
Jen turned his. horrified gasse on the
•poor girl. He did not know what to
do. Isabella was in a dangerous state
of hysteria. She had little on but a
loose white, dressing-gown, and her
presence In the house at 3 o'clock in
BMralng was enough to overpower
Jen's sense of the reasonable, Inde
pendent of the crowning horror of the
missing corpse. At this juncture the
much-needed aid came from without.
David Sarby rushed into the room.
He was half-clothed, pale as the
white dress of Isabella Dallas, and evi
dently, from the wild look in his eyes
and quivering of his nether dip, badly
scared. Stopping short a few paces
from the door, he held up the lamp
which he carried, to survey the aston
ishing scene before him. The sight of
Jen tongue-tied and immovable, of Is
abella weeping on her knees by the
bedside, of the bed itself vacant of its
dead occupant—all these things were
calculated to shock even stronger
nerves than those of David Sarby.
Nevertheless, after a pause of sheer
astonishment, he managed to stammer
out a question.
—did she cry out?" he asked,
nodding towards the girl. "I heard a
shriek."
His presence and question unlocked
the Major's tongue.
"Yes," he replied, in a hesitating
manner, as of one unused to speech.
She came to the library window ten
minutes ago, having escaped from the
custody of her mother and Dido. Quite
hysterical, as you see, and bent upon
seeing our poor dead lad. To pacify
her 1 brought her here, but, as you
see
"The body is gone!" cried David,
hurrying- towards the bed.
"Gone! gone?" moaned Isabella, ris
ing. "Oh, my dear dead lover!"
'"Jaggard!"
"There!" said Jen, pointing to the
inanimate form of his old servant.
"We must alarm the house," cried
Sarby, in a horrilb'd tone, and there
upon walked swil'tly towards the door,
llefore he could reach it the Major,
having recovered his presence of mind,
seized him by the arm.
"No,
110!"
said Jen, hastily. "Do not
bring anyone here as yet. ^re must
think of this poor girl, David. Take
her home at once. When you are both
out of the house 1 shall yive the alarm.
You understand 110 one must know
that Miss Dallas has been in my house
at this hour."
"I quite agree with you," said Da
vid, simply and turning to Isabella,
he took her gently by the hand. "Come,
Miss Dallas. This is 110 place for you."
"Maurice," muttered
Isabella,
looking
piteously at him.
"Maurice is not here. Come, Miss
Dallas let me take you back to your
mother."
"My mother is so cruel," said Isabel
la, in a low tone, "and I feel so ill,"
she continued, raising her hand to
her loose hair. "Yes, yes I must go
home. But Maurice—my dear Mau
rice."
"I shall teli you all about it to-mor
row," answered Jen, soothingly, and
led her out of t-he room. "At the pres
ent moment you must go horiie with
Mr. fearby. David, there is(a loose
cloak of mine in the hall. .Wrap it
round her and come in the library. It
is best that she should leave in the
way she came."
David did as he was told, and
snatched up his old ulster after wrap
ping up Isabella. In the library they
found the Major reopening the shut
ters of the window, which he had
closed 011 the girl's entry. When he
flung them wide, a gust of mind blew
inward, sprinkling him with moisture.
"Rain," said Jen, drawing back. "All
the better there will be no spies
about, and you can take Miss Dallas
home without being observed."
Taking the girl by the hand, David
led her towards the window. She was
in a half-dazed condition, the result of
.he strong excitement which had im
pelled her to make this midnight visit,
and her nerves being thus dulled, she
surrendered herself passively to the
guidance of David. Only at the win
dow did she pause, and look- stead
fastly at the Major.
011 must find out what has become
of my dear Maurice's body," she. said,
quietly.
"I promise you," replied Jen, with a
look of stern determination in his face.
(To be continued.)
His Own Mcthnil.
"Did you say you wanted to abolish
our tyrannical system which enables
persons who do little or nothin'g to ex
act tribute from hungry strugglers?"
asked the chairman of the meeting.
"That's whstt I said," answered the
Socialist orator, "and it got great ap
plause."
"Yes. But don't you say it again.
Remember, you got your start in life
from tips while you were waiter in a
restaurant."—Washington 'Stair.
Kot it Sure TillIIR.
"If your mother bought four hunches
of grapes, the shopkeeper's-price being
ninepence a bunch, how much money
would the purchase cost her?" asked
the new teacher.
"You never can tell," answered Tom
my, who was at the head-of the class.
"Ma's great at bargains!"—Tit-Bits.
Following Instructions.
Wealthy Guest—Have you a small
room I may..rent?
Hotel Clerk (sizing him up)—Why
don't you take the three rooms up on
the second floor, instead? ..
Wealthy Guest—Can't do, that. My
doctor told me to avoid suites.—St
Louis Star.
Sympathy.
Minister—I am astonished to set
you. I heard you had been killed.
Parishioner—It was my brother who
was killed.
Minister—What a pity! What an ^vr
ful pity!
Denieantfr Analyzed.
"Your chauffeur seems very respect
ful," said the guest.
"That air of deferential solicitude,"
replied Mr. Ohuggins, "is not respect
It is sympathy."—Washington Star.
Naturally.
Medical Professor—What is the r»
suit, youns gentlemen, when a
tient's temperature goes down as far
as it can? Student—Why—er—he gett
cold feet.—Cleveland Leader
KING MANUEL'S SPARTAN LIFE.
His Dally lteffiisc Divided Between
Exercise un«l Care* of Statecraft.
The recent visit of the young King
Manuel of Portugal to England revives
the sad memory of the fateful Feb. 1,
1908, when King Carlos and the crown
prince were done to death befor*
Queen Amelie's eyes, says Answers.
Despite his extreme youth, the king
of Portugal leads a Spartan life. At
8 a. m. he rises and performs a rapid
toilet, and, after reading the newspa
pers (Portuguese and foreign), he has
a light breakfast at 9 a. m. Next, he
attends to his daily correspondence
until 10:30, when he fences for an
hour. At 11:30 he takes an hour's
ride in the grounds of the royal pal
ace, mounted always on his English
horse Jumper and followed by his fa
vorite terrier Tiger.
The jfternoon is spent in audiences
with cabinet ministers and others, and
in the evening, after a walk in the
gardens of the royal palace, he re
ceives a prominent cabinet minister,
who informs the king of the day's hap
penings. The hours from 5:30 to 8
p. 111. King Mancen always spends with
liis mother.
After dinner he plays billiards or
cards or converses till 10 p. m., when
he readr. the evening newspapers for
an hour before going to bed.
One evidence of King Manuel's great
love for his mother is his awarding
to Queen Amelie the ribbons of the
three military orders of San Bentos
d'Aviz, Christo and Sao Thiago. Some
considerable opposition was offered to
his majesty's wish by the prime minis
ter, who pointed out that it was unusu
al to confer these distinctions on a
woman. But the young king's decision
was firm.
"Thosfl orders are granted for hero
ism," he said, "and the whole history
of my country possesses no nobler in
stance of bravery and self-abnegation
than the way in which her majesty
strove to protect my poor father and
brother." And the prime ministed had
to gi V0 way.
The great earthquake that devastat
ed the district on the left side of the
Tagus in April last must still be fresh
in our readers' memories. King Man
uel did much at that time to popular
ize himself with his subjects. One day
he went
to
the scene of a particularly
disastrous shock and personally assist
ed in ministering to the needs of the
sufferers. An old baker who was
among a party engaged in making
bread for the homeless people seized
hkn by the hand as he, was leaving,
and said:
"Well, good-by, my boy! I shall
hope to see you again soon!"
The remark pleased the young king
more than many a courtly compli
ment.
On the same occasion there was one
man who, so the doctors said, could be
saved only by the speedy administra
tion of a certain drug. They, how
ever, deplored the fact that they had
not got it with them. King Manuel
overheard this and exclaimed that he
had, fortunately, brought some. He
ran to his motor car, fetched the drug
and helped to administer it himself.
The man recovered.
King Manuel's friendliness toward
our country iB well known.
A party of Booth line tourists—all
English—were at Pampilhosa station
one day, when the saloon carriage of
the young monarch was drawn up
alongside the platform. There was a
great crush and one of the lady tour
ists was forced practically on to the
steps of the royal compartment She
had in her hand a picture postcard
photograph of the king, and, observ
ing this, his majesty drew a fountain
pen from his pocket and smilingly
signed it.
He afterward shook hands with the
rest of the tourists.
Wit of the Youngsters
Small Boy—Mamma, did the ani
mals go into the ark in pairs? Mam
ma—Yes, dear. Small Boy—Then who
went with auntie?
'My mamma got a hand-painted din
ner set for Christmas," said little Lola,
proudly. "Huh!" rejoined small Bes
sie, "that's nothing to boast of. Last
year papa gave mamma a house that
was hand painted."'
"Well, Harry," said the minister who
was making a call, 'do you think you
will he a better boy this year than
you were last?" "I hope so," replied
the little fellow. "IJ was sick more
than half the time last year/'
Humora of the City.
Since the introduction of the 'exit
at-the-front cars It Is «ustomary for
the conductor to notify the motor man
of disembarking passengers by shout
ing "Coming out!"
The other day as a .Troost car
reached Campbell street the conductor
shouted:
"Camel-coming-out!"
A stranger looked up expecting to
see a man with a hump on his back.—.
Kansas City Times.
A War Play.
Said the manager: "You are sup
posed to be badly injured in the sec
ond act."
Said the star: "What about it?"
"I won't have a wounded.man come
before the audience to make a speech."
"But I must have my curtain call."
"Then you'll have to come out on
a stretcher, that's alL"—Kansas City
Journal.
HER
PHYSICIAN
APPROVES
Taking Lydia E.Pinkbam's
Vegetable Compound
Sabattus, Maine.—"Tou told me W
take Lydia £. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound and
Eerbs,
Liver Pills before
child-birth, and wa
are all surprised to
see how much good
it did. My physi.
cian said Without
doubt it. was the
Compound thai
helped you.'
thank you for youi
kindness in advising
me and give you full
l-pprvmsginn to US6
my name in your testimonials."—Mrs.
H. W. MITCHELL, Iiox 3, Sabattus, Me.
Another Woman Helped.
Graniteville, Yt. "I was passing
through the Change of Life and suffered
from nervousness and other annoying
symptoms. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegfr
table Compound restored my health and
strength, and proved worth mountaini
of gold to me. For the sake of other
suffering women I am willing yoo
should publish my letter." Mrs.
CHARLES BARCLAY, K.F.I)., Granite
ville, Yt.
Women who are passing through
this critical period or who are suffer
ing from any of those distressing ills
peculiar to their sex should not los#
sight of the fact that for thirty years
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com-
ound, which is made from roots and
has been the standard remedy
for female ills. In almost every com
munity you will find women who
have been restored to health by Lydia
E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound.
liliwleaHness.
"People are getting so they as
they please," said Mr. Sinus Barker,
gloomily.
"But see how we are progressing!"
"Yes. Look at these aeroplanes. We
aren't satisfied with snapping our fin
gers at the revised statutes and police
regulations. We haven't even any re
spect for the law of gravitation."—•
Washington Star.
WORTH KNOWING.
Simple ltojuedy That Anyone Can
Prepare nt Home.
Most people are more or less subject
to coughs and colds. A simple remedy
that will break up a cold quickly and
cure any cough that is curable is made
by mixing two ounces of Glycerine, a
half-ounce of Virgin Oil of Pine com-:
pound pure and eight ounces of pure
Whisky. You can get these in any good
drug store and easily mix them in a
large bottle. The mixture is highly
recommended by the Leach Chemical
Co. of Cincinnati, who prepare the
genuine Virgin Oil of Pine compound
pure for dispensing.
A Warning.
Miss Jesnnette
L.
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Oildar, the well-
known editor and author, is C.TI antl
suffragette. At the Colony Club ia
New York, arguing the question o!
woman suffrage, Miss Gilder said with
a smile:
"But the suffragettes must stop
abusing us. They must stop likening
us to the Southern slaves who didn't
want freedom. Or we
She paused.
"It is like a remark 1 heard at
bridge," she said. "A good player, a
general, growled and complained
dreadfully about his partner's blun
ders. The partner took all that meek
ly, continuing to do his poor best. Bui
suddenly the general roared:
'You played a spade! Of all tht
idiotic, imbecile
'Hold on. Don't go too far, gen
eral,' said the other, warningly. 'I caO
play ten times worse than this I! a
like,' you know.'"
No Time for I.lttle Bojri.
An Edinburgh gentleman died the
other day, and a small boy, open eyed
and silent, watched while the coffia
was placed In the hearse.
"Have you sai,d your prayers, Wil
lie?" said his mother, after tucking
him into bed that night.
"No, mamma," said WMlie.
"Well, say them now."
"I'm not going to say any prayer#
to^night," replied Willie, with the air
of one who had fully made up hi*
mind. .,
"But you must."
"No, not to-night," Willie persisted.
"Why not?" asked the mother in as
tonishment.
"It's no use said Willie. "They
will be so busy In heaven to-night un
packing. Mr. Jones that, they will haro
no time to listen td the prayers of lit
tle hoys."—Edinburgh Dispatch.
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