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Is your lim mull only low.
ll nllin Hnmu'cl. you've [luwivnl me.
You have played the c-nvunl’s purl,
You must go, I tru-t no longer
He who trill: s with my heart.
Just an hour ago I listcnml
While a maiden. bowed with shame,
Told s story fraught with sorrow,
'l‘oltl me of u tarnished name.
Told how lured by one‘s sweet pleadings,
Left her sunny southern home;
Now forsaken. hopes all scattered.
She is left alone to roam.
Standing there. her dark eyes flushing,
Auger stamped upon her face.
With her arm uprsisod to heaven.
You she cursed and all your race.
Think you now I‘ll trust my future
Unto you? no, never! Then
This my snswer to your question.
“ We must never met»: again."
Vile deceiver! bsso lmposter!
Leave me, ere like one who hurled
Curses on thy head, I too show
Thy true colors to the world.
Love Better Than Riches.
The ()ctoner haze hung like a gauze of‘
gold about the purple tops of the low
lying country hills. Perched among
them shone the pale stone walls and or
nate roof of a superb country seat. Be
hind it rolled and rumbled the glisten
ing river, and before it, almost under the
pretty bay-windows, ran the elm flanked
common highway.
Aman,very young and very hand.
some. with brown, dreamy eyes, rode by
that day.
He looked up, and sawalady stand
ing on a balcony above him. About her
regal figure fell folds of lusterlsss amber
silk and foam pale laces. Her Spanish
eyes, and delicate, haughty features,
smiled down upon him from behind an
exquisite fan; she Wore white roses on
her bosom, and an arrow of gold and
diamonds held back from her dusky
brows the glossy plaits of her ebon hair.
"It is Madeline,“ he thought, drawing
rein. “She is very beautiful! They told
me she is past thirty, but she looks
younger than I, and lam twenty-one. It
won‘t be very hard for me to obey my
uncle, I fancy.”
The wealthy and eccentric old uncle
who had reared and educated him had
sent Algernon Heath to this elegant
place with a friendly letter of introduc
tion. ostensibly given that his beloved
nephew might have a week of change
and quiet, but really, privately. and
commandicgly, that the said nephew
should meet, woo, win, and marry a
beautiful creature, whose lands and lucre
sihou'ld be worthy of his great expectam
one.
A glance from those brilliant eyes told
the young man that he had reached his
destination.
He had never seen the lady before, but
it was tiatteringly evident that she knew
him, and was a bit merry because,
through his ignorance of the locality, he
had missed the entrance.
He returned her smile, lifted his hat
gallantly. wheeled his horse, and rode
back to the gloomy gate of iron, guard
ed by two bronze lions rampant.
“I have crossed the rubiconl" he
thought again, as the big, rim gates
clanged behind the heels of llis uncle's
favorite black. “Methinks when I re
cross I shall carry my good relative the
message. ‘1 came, I saw, I conquered !’ "
Algernon Ileath was only twenty-one
He had his fancies and his follies, but he
knew nothing of the love that can make
alifetimeof misery or a single day of
rapturous, blissful peace. He was doing
the bidding of one who had enervsted
his fine strong nature by too much ease
and delicious living—that was all.
He was welcomed warmly, and his
stay was prolonged unreasonably, and he
left only to return in a few weeks to
claim tlw Spanish eyed Madeline as his
bride.
Algernon Heath was proud of his
_handuome,slylish wife. She was pus
iaiouutely fond of him, and, alas! quite
as pas-sinnalely jealous.
Why l-houldahe not bo-this wurld~
worn Coquette of thirty, who had soured
the chclcd l'uncy of his youth, well
knowing that his untouched heart might
some day thrill to the claim of a fresh
and true all‘ecliou?
But they ware reasonably content in
their maritul bonds for ten quiet years.
Out of Madeline's fortune her hus
band had but] u prodigal share, and she
never reprmu-hml him for his lavish cx~
truvngnucc. He was always kind, and
true. and downer], and surely she could
ask no more.
Her father died the first year after her
marriage ; but Algernun's uncle still
lived. hoarding his millions for a muniti
cent tluul bequmt to u favorite charitable
institution», it was said and believed.
Mufleliue hollow-d it, and, with the in
stinct ofjeulnuay, guessed that file eccen
tric old pentlenmn had planned her mar
riage with his young nephew for a pur
pose of his own.
"Hr illtrlui"l‘l lint 1| rirh witl- wuul-I
rid him ..1‘ .\‘.gwrunu's «.\lxuwgmt ulc
m'm-i‘ lur mum-y." ~hv Uunlgm Initb-rly.
whvn shr h'xt .lc-zuh I'l’l‘L'pill‘" thrnugh hur
\‘v'll|-. “H.- kl!lfW hid l)l?tll§.0t. (Nurse.
[l' my lm~Mul munivl III" for lnvv. he
\MH m-wr mkv :mutln-r “in. when I run
unnr. ll' hu unrriwl Im- fur mv Wnrldly
lI()-~n'~~i-ln~‘ l have a “any 2» thwm his
HHI‘IIIII. hi‘lll'tlfl-s llq'~ih‘~."
.\'].l m .\lwh-lim' llvnth manic jlht hU“l|
u will an lich and uumi lm-u ullluu make
“ho lmvu taken unm themselves wry
yuung, wry p'mr, and very unthinking
win-. 3.
.\lhl “ith lhi~ imlnus hint-rue» ill ln'r
mul. sht- died. leaving to her luhhuud. if
he remained unwcalulcd. the whale nl‘ her
t'urmm-; hut Humid In: marry :uguin. he
mmld he pcnniluss as he was the day be
led her in the ulmr.
"l’unr .\lmlilu-l" was theouly mmment
mmle by the liuslmml who lmxl faithfully
been luncl uf her in his way: “I have
neVer yet seen n womuu lier peer in herm
ty and goodness."
.\ml fur five lung years he was the most
inimitable wiuluwer who ever were Grape
«m a fashionable hat.
‘ lle Wu: not gloomy and luguhriously
uneongenial——certainly not. The World
thinks no hetterof us for hearing out our
Solemn sorrows, and displaying them
with the purple amarinths pinned on our
velvet lappals.
llut Algernon Heath accepted his
wealth and his freedom in an easy way
that seemed selfish, if not enjoyable.
It was another October day, when the
luscious rosy apples were dropping ripe
from the branches, and the scarlet leaves
were drifting, breeze-borne, through the
yellow haze, that he met Susy Wright.
110 was out on a lonely hunt for the
sly foxes and wild rabbits which had de
spoiled his heunery and gardens.
A timid thing. with a coat o' snowy
fur and scared pink eyes, senmpered
lacross his path.
l lle levelled his gun, with a random
aim, and tired.
Ile fancied he heard a small, human
cry of pain, as he sprang over the green
arbor-vit- hedge for his quarry.
What he saw was like a picture from
the fresh canvas of our best living artists.
It was a background of a low hill, veiled
in mist; at its base a fringe of sweethrier
and wild rose shrubs, from which the
bloom of snow and pink had fallen and.
faded months ago, leaving only the sear
let seed-shells that hung thick in the
shadow of dim dark firs.
Against this background, radiant and
distinct, stood a tall and supple form,
mbed in a gown as browu as the brown
autumn leaves that clung wreath-like in
her curls of deed-gold hair. Her features
could never have served for the model of
the modern sculptor—there was some
thing too humanly, vividly expressive in
their irregular unclassic contour. And
in her bosom she held a panting. snow
white, pink eyed rabbit. The little crea
ture was unhurt; but a few drops of
ruddy blood dripping from her torn and
smoking sleeve told the sportsmen where
his careless shot had struck.
“How could you fire at such a harm
less thing?” she asked, angrily.
“Pardon me," returned Algernon
Ileath, with anxiety. “I certainly would
not have done so had I thought I might
have made you a target."
“Oh i“ said the girl, conscious for the
first time of a sting of pain, and, glancing
at her arm through which the random
shot had ploughed a ragged furrow; and
then she turned and sped away, quite as
shy as the scared rabbit she still held.
Algernon Heath was by no means con
tented until he had ascertained the name
and circumstances of the lovely creature
who had spoiled his cruel sport. These
things were ascertained speedily; Busy
Wright was only the poor ependent of a
small farmer in the neighborhood.
But these facts did not prevent him
from making an apologetic call the next
morning, followed by many others. And
these calls were repeated until Susy
Wright know that she loved the rich man,
and that the rich man lOVed her.
And yet Algernon Heath said nothing
to bind in s betrothel the secret of their
hearts; Susy only knew his affection
from the deep, unwavering tenderness of
his brown, large eyes, the clinging touch
of his warm, caressing fingers, and the
passionate, insidious tones that uttered
those vague, poetic sayings, such as
never eun be repeated in sentiment, for a
trusting women’s defense.
He loved her and his heart knew it;
but to marry her, and give up the ease
and luxury thnt had become part of his
life, was quite another question.
Of course Susy knew nothing at that
fatal will, nor the equally fatal condi
tions that held him to his pleasant life
of indolonce and liberty.
“His manner towards me is always
full of unspoken passion. He will risk
me to be his wife soon. And whet will I
say? [ln is so rich and munly. and iam
so poor," shethought one evening, as she
came down from her room through the
sombre hull attired in a cheap dress of
the flux-straw yellow color of her flowing
huir, nud l'nintly strewn with buds like
the wax-flower blue of her eyes.
She drew her fleecy white wool shawl
übout her gruceful shoulders, as 11 strong
perfumed wind swept up from the open
door at the farther end of the hull.
Noiselessly, on her velvet shod feet
she advanced to close it. when she heard
the voice of Algernon Heath answering
something said by her cousin.
“You are quite right. Susy ehould
have known this long ago. I love her as
Ithought I could never love a human
being. [hnvc no trade nor profession.
I lmve lived a life of ease, and could not
support her. It is the fault of false train
ing, Isuppose. Since I knew her I have
turned my thoughts towards the business
by which my uncle made his money, and
nt‘ which I knuw sumr-thinu. but as vet I
haw Hinl in my Inmt promising ctl'-»rts.
I fun that I ann tun nhl. to snvcucd 'tn
nnytlling vxrcpt “lioness," null Ilt.‘
humlu-«I n lran. weary, cynical laugh.
“I“ur mysult'l might t‘ucc poverty, but I
anl nut we the wuman I love want {I >r
tht- wnnnmwst necessities nt’ life. I
Inu~t nut :t.~k .\‘nq' tushnrc tnisvry with
Inc."
“tun have un-atiy wronged her, Mr.
[lt-nth." I'Cpliwl hur con-in, “for you hawt
certainly Wan hI-r ntll-ctiun."
Susy-“fight.h-laring this drew her
white shawl :limut her shoulders. and
:ll'iL‘ “way shivering.
He did not soc hcr that night. nor for
weeks after. She uvnilled him with a
sick heart.
One day as she was comingr up the
high-way. she saw him pacing up and
down before the high hedge that out
lined the boundary ot the Heath estate.
lie was very pale, and the hands that
crossed behind him were clasped with
skeleton fingers. This fight between
love and riches had made him a hapless,
hopeless. desolate man.
On the other sideot‘ the hedge work
men Were busy telling a giant willow,
the shadow of which had been ruinously
detrimental to the orchard trees behint)
it. The last stroke of the axe had been
given, when a rope snapped asunder, and
the huge, heavy trunk shook and shiv
ered, and then swayed towards the hedge.
Algernon Heath stood directly in its way.
‘hut he was quite unconscious of his dan
ger. Susy Wright, with a wild, warning
shriek, sprang forward and clutching his
arm, thrust him aside with superhuman
strength.
‘ lie“ was suvetl; but she was struck
.down by a cruel blow from one of the
large branches.
Am] during the weeks that followed,
‘the girl bubbled in her delirium of her
rlove uud lover, until he who heard her
was smitten with contritinn and pain.
When she cnme back to clear, conscious
life again, Algernon Henthsnt by her
side. She hutl a glimpse of seniebotly
vnnishing through the door, as it' by pre
arrangement.
“My little girl," ssid the voice of her
lover, “you huve taught me and told me
many things in your fever talk. You are
to get well soon and be my wife. Poverty
and love will bring us more happiness
than riches and loneliness.
'l'he kiss on her lips steeped her Senses
into a sweet slumber. and then, after many
hours, she was awakened by a kiss, like
the sleeping princess.
But those who stood by her bedside
banished him who kissed her, and would
not allow him to see her again until she
was strong enough to go down to the ar
lor in her pretty flax-straw tinted, Xuz
flower figured cambric.
A dull red scar was still visible above
the snowy temple, where the golden ring
lets had been shorn away.
“No, Mr. Healh,"said she, when he he
aought her to be his wile: “I heard all
you said to my cousin that night, and I
should always feel a guilty and most un
happy woman if I should allow you to
sacrifice your riches by a marriage with
rule.”
“Susy, dear girl," he responded, im
pressively, “I have already given the for
tune up, and I am succeeding much bet.
ter in the business I undertook some
months ago. It is all for your sake, my
love. and you cannot be so unkind as to
refuse to cheer and inspire me in my new
endeavor. You did not save my life to
make me wretched, did you, Susy i“
Overborne by her atfection end hisearn
est pleadings, Susy promised all he asked,
and a few months after she wee the bride
of a very quiet wedding.
For a year they shared contentedly to
gether the bitter and the sweet. Economy
brought them comfort; perseveriug
thought and labor brought them hope for
;the future; and their true, strong love—
‘nlways forbearing and never regretful—
jbrought them happy peace.
1 It was on the anniversary of their bridal
da .
} ‘y‘Are you happy, deer? Have you any
lthing to regret?" asked Susy, as she bent
mier her husband‘s chair, and threaded
caressingly his auburn red curls with her
tender fingers.
“I am more than happy, my wife; I am
igrateful to Heaven for you, and for this
[new life that, I believe, has made me'a
’better man. ‘
I
As he spoke, a small sealed package
was brought up to them. .
“From my uncle," he observed, noting
the‘ecruwling address.
They had not been friends since Alger
non’s second marriage. The old gentle
man had been pleased to stigmntize his
nephew as n “Quixotic fool." and the
world was mostly of the some opinion.
“I apologise," wrote the rich mm, “for
all the harsh things I hive thought and
said of you. I went to know your wife.
b‘he has made 3 man of n spondthril‘t, and
thus muat be worth knowing. Beg her
to accept, with my regards, this set of
diamonds. I have discovered thut you
‘cun make money now as fut as you used
to waste it; therefore consider yourself as
‘rnfly heir. I have made my will to that
e ect, and send hereby the first instal
ment of what wlll__soon be your own.
There was but little more of this con
cise and direct cpistlc; but them were
tears in the husband's eyes as he clasped
in Susy" shell-like ears and about her
lovely neck and arms the prcciousjewels.
“Let me change the provarb, dear,“ he
said. "‘Jlonoy ls potent, but (on in am
nipntent;‘ for has nnt all my good for
tuue come m me for love of Busy."
COLORADO hm 1,000,000 sheep and
600,000 head of cattle. While cattle
mining has always been profitable, it is
claimed that sheep pay a greater percent
age of profit on smaller investments.
; White and Yellow Corn.
. Mr. J. .\verill, ol‘ l’aw-l'aw, .\lielr..
lasks: "What i~ the relative value of
white and yellow corn for feeding pur~
g po~e>. and especially for the lattening ot
lporkl“ i an) sure ido not know, and I
Ido not know any one who does know so
{fully that we can new-pt his knowledge
1 with entire eonlidenee that he is correct:
ltlllli for the l‘L'itMlll, in the first place, that
l we have no accurate analyses of Indian
[corn to the extent necessary to enable us
lto declde whether white or yellow eorn
Contains the greatest aniottntol' fattening
or rarlmnaeeous allihiflllCt‘S. In the sec
ond place, no doubt that soil, situation,
Climate and latitude atl'eet Indian corn,
as they are known to do wheat, and In
dian corn, like wheat, would be pretty
sure to take up more mineral matters
from the soil, and more nitrogenous ones
from the soil and atmosphere together.
on strong, rich land, and under a long,
warm, summer climate, tltan on a poor
soil, in a short, cool summer. We know
} must Southern corn absorbs more water
‘in cooking than Northern corn, makes
‘better bread, and, if we accept the ac
counts of traVellers as facts, we know
the national tortillas of the Mexicans to
‘be made of Indian corn solely, and, af
ter being baked, to be tough and leath
ery, as buckwheat cakes are. So far as
Illinois is concerned nine-tenths of all
the corn grown is of the yellow varieties,
the preference for white Corn being con
fined to the southern part of the State:
butthese eaters of corn bread having
Southern antecedents are sure to choose
white corn meal, as those ot Eastern are
quite as sure to select yellow meal for
culinary purposes. If our information
is com-ct the larger share of the corn
grown in the South is of the white vari
eties, the white ones only being used for
bread, as the yellow ones are cultivated
and preferred in the North. Generally
speaking, then, on these grounds! think
it may be salely assumed that Northern
corn contains most oil or starch and
S )uthet‘n corn most mineral or albumi
nous matter: that the former will pro
duce the largest increase of adipose mat
terin the shortest time, and the latter
will increase the size of t':e bones and
muscles lltost in the same way. -Correa
penitence Country Gentleman.
ONLY Tiuans.--\\'hen tempted to scorn
the little duties of our calling, let us
think of such sayings as the following:
One day a visitor at Michael Angelo‘s
studio remarked to that great artist, who
had been describing certain little finish
ing "touches” lately given to a statute,
“But these are only trilles.“ “It may be
so," replied the sculptor, “but recollect
that trifles make perfection, and perfect
ion is no trifle.“ . In the same spirit the
great painter Poussin accounted for his
reputation in these words, "Because I
have neglected nothing." It is related oi
a Manchester manufacturer that, on re
tiring from business, he purchased an ce
tate from a certain nobleman. The ar.
rangement was that. he should have the
house with all its furniture just est
stood. On taking possession, however,
he found that a cabinet which was in the
inventory had been removed, aud on ap
plying to the former owner about it, the
letter said, “Well, I certainly did order
it to be removed, but I hardly thought
you would have caredlfor so trifling a mat
ter in so large a purchase." “My lord,"
was the reply, "ifl had not all my life
attended to trifles, I should not have been
able to purchase this estate; and, amuse
me for saying 10, perhaps if your lord
,ship had cared more about trifles you
‘might not have had occasion to sell it.
Exnncrsa iron. Fons—The Poultry
Herald thinks that confined chickens
should have exercise and amusement, and
says: “As often as once a week through
the hot months of June and July it will
be found ngood plan to dig over and
turn up the soil, spude deep, in the earth
floors ofyour fowl houses. as well as
through the runs about the outside of the
poultry quarters.
“This eusy process affords meuns for
exercise ugaiu for the birds that are lim
ited to contracted space. A greet num
ber of worms, grubs, be, are thus
brought to the surface, which the hens
and chicks will devour greedily, and
they will scratch for these vigorously.
“This method, if followed up three or
four times a month, will clean the prem
ises under foot and render the ground
healthier for the stock to wander over.
Before the earth is thus loosened and‘
mellowed scatter whole grain over it——
cuts, barley or‘wllole wheat; and in this
way you may keep the stived-up fowls
busy, ull'ord them needed exercise, purify
the earth under their feet and prevent
umny u viciously inclined hen from no
qulring the troublesome habit of pluck
ing the feathers from her more docile}
companious' necks.“ 1
Tonnes or nu: Aacreurs.—ln the
temples of the ancients, they often aus
pend a curtain before the statute of the
divinity, during the time when they
were not sacrificing. In the temple ot
Jupiter, at Olympia, there was a curtain
of extreme value, beautifully.woven with
wood, after the manner of the Assyrians,
and dyed with the Tyriaa purple, which
was presented to the temple by Anti
ochus. When they Would discover the
sacred statue to the eyes of the adoring
crowds that assembled within the walla
ofthe temple, the curtain was lowered,
as in the temple of Jupiter, at Olympia.
or raised as in that of Diana, at Ephesus.
Stuart, in his Antiquities of Athens.
thinks that the ancient veil of the tent
pic was for the purpose of covering the
centre part of the hypwthros, which was
unroofed. This sort of curtain dlfi'ers
from the eclon'unt of the Humans, that
was used in their theatres and amphi
theatres.
‘
l Life's ltisappuintmeut.
1 Mr. Grimes had an occasion mmm in
a street car the other day. All the seats
were occupied, except those owned b
parties standing up, and Grimes Wag
classed among the latter. As he hun
atenaciously to a strap pendant from mg
car top, his attention was attracted I;
the keenness with which a lady Close by
eyed him. Mr. Grimes immediately puyt
an his best countenance, brushed a. speck
‘ut' dust all the lappel of his ccat,aud
adjusted his eye-glasses. Ills hardest
stare and must wiusnme smile Were ap.
parently receiVed with marks of “PWeci- ,
tion by the party on whum they were be.
flowed. The space of but a t‘ew moments
served to give him an tippnrtunity he
longed for. ' The seat next the lady Was
vaeated,alnmst, it seemed, for Mr. Grimes‘ ’
particular benetit; at all events. he proved ‘
himself equal to the occasion. and imme~
diately filled the vacancy.
“lluw do ynu do, Mr. Grimes?"irom
the lady, caused the heart of that en
tlemau to thump against his ribs with a
force that betekened the presence of
some strong emotion kindled in his
breast.
“You don‘t seem to recognize men
continued she. with a sly look; “I‘m Mrls
Beeme; I used to be Sallie Quigby,’;
And Mr. Grimes‘ henrt-throhs immedi
utely became reduced to a dull, heavy
measure of time.
Mr. Grimes looked out of the corner.
of his eyes two or three times, and Mrs,
lieemo carefully removed a few wlspg
of straw nhont the cur floor with her
purasol.
“I huven‘t seen you for fifteen years,"
said she slowly, and with something of a
tremor in her voice.
“No," returned Mr. Grimes, with some
show of feeling, “we hnven‘t met for ill
teen years. Are—~you—merriedi" he
udded, with e sigh, and then ventured s
closer scrutiny of his companion.
“Y-u-z-I," she slowly sighedwnd with
a quick look of inquiry, she naked,
“Are-are you?"
As Mr. Grimes gave a long drawn out
utterance to un ullirmutive expression,
his chin sunk upon his hoaom. Prep
ently he found courage to inquire:
“How-how long have you been inur
riedl“
"Eleven years." she replied, lengthily
and with dnwn cast eyes, “how lung bare
yunl“
"Seven yenrs," and then assuming
something more of a business tune of
voice. he continued: “Got any chil
dren?"
“Four,"snid Mrs. Beeme, with a down
ward intlectinn (if the mice. “How
nmny have you?"
"Three." replied Mr. Grimes, as he
eunvulsively reached for the hell-stup
and gave it s vicious pull immediately
making n break for the plutt‘nrni of the
car.
As Mr. Grimes descended from the car
step he pulled his hat down savagely over
his eyes, and, as Mrs. Bceme wntched a!-
ter his rapidly diminishing figure slis‘
heaved another sigh, and wistfully mut
mured,“lt might hli‘e been otherwise."
——C'£ncs'nnan' Timed.
A Romantic Wedding Ceremony.
i The steamship La Plan yesterday
i landed at Castle Garden IIIAWI’ Antoine
l Lepporase. an Italian. aged 19, who could
{not speak a word of English, and Catha
l rine Alligon, aged 16, a French girl, who
could speak only French and Englllh.
ibnring the voyage Lepporaee fell vio
lently in love with Catharine, but in
’could not make his passion known to her
‘except by his looks. He had plealyOf
money and she wan poor, and with much
art the Italian managed to let Catharina
know what agood speculation aha would
make by receiving his advances. She ro
spondod afterward. When the ptir
reached Castle Garden they made known
‘tu Interpreter McPherson their woea and
wishes. Lepporaae told McPherson that
‘il' he was delayed another day in his de
ltermination of marrying Catherine he
‘shollltl go mad, insisted that the cm
mony should he immediately performed,
and demonstrated his financial ability to
care for a bride. Catharine being will
in“, the pair were taken before Rev. Mr-
Berkmeyer, but he refused to marry them.
They were then taken before Jutii“
Murray. Ile conwnted to join them-
Mr. McPherson acted as interpreter. and
Mr. Charles Washhurn gave the brldo
away. She looked pretty, and cried suf
liciently to make herself very interesting-
The ceremony was performed in the Jua
tice‘s private room, in the presence of ‘
large crowd—New York Tima.
WIT" Mmmum—The Duke 0!
Graininont was the most witty courtifl
of his duy. llc enternd one day the 010603
of the Cardinal Mazurin without MIOB
announced. llis Eminence was amulinf
himself by jumping against the ml.
To surprise as Prime Minister in so my“.
an occupation wna dungerouu. AlO.
skillful courtier might liuve ntummel‘ed
excuses and retired. But the duke 03'
tcred briskly, and cried, “I'll bet you on.
hundred crowns that Ijump hlgher will
your Eminence.” And the duke and?"
diuul begun to jump for their live“
Gruminout took cure to jump n fcw inch“
lower tlmu the cardinal, am six mom“
afterward was Muruhul of France.
Trump: was a little fellgw who kn"
Mother Goose licltcrtlmn he knew“.
Bible. One Sunnluy he was naked in h“
clnsa,“Wlm was thrown into the a“!
furnaccl" That was too much for him
The question was‘”passe§; the ”1"“
came promptly. “Shradmch. Mflhwh
and Abodnego." This was amortiflfl'
tion to the little fellow. and when lb:
next question came, “Who put them 13'
he answered with ajump “Little JOS”,
Green!"