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By D. F. BRADLEY & 00. PICKENS, S. 0., THURSDAY, OCTOJER 28 1880 VOL. X-NO 6
S(Written for the Choago L eI
1T eaLans W. LoGAx.
a adear seoluded valey, between.the hollow of the
Idst the rooks and chasm grouping, in the pools
ad. marshas rocpingI
Stands an ancient Dinji-a ruin in its slow and sure
Yet still it rears In broken tiers; it Is falling fast
It Is overrun with massa" of the wildgt creeping
That have Started from the moisture of the rils.
In this hollow, of an evening, not a soul has dared
Though the stllness there is sleeping, and the
crescent moon is peeping
DoWn Into the Crumbled, broken stonework of the
Theep Is adread, as of the dead, that hosts of former
Are still and slowly treading where the moon is
Scattered silver tlrough the fragments of the dome.
The willow shades the marshes *ith a waving hedge
Its boughs to waters bending, from whose darkest
dopthbs are sending
Phosphorescent wis grasses to Illume the somber
It is a sight so ghastly bright that a mortal fain
Its solitudes of mystery in quest of ancient history
To enllghV the worldly mind upon the things that
he had se.n.
But when first those broken walls unfolded to our
The dayliht's sun was streaming, and through
the ndows soening
Like a welcome to the long-forgotten room.
4nd in the sun, unlike a nun alone, I saw a crimson
A bu ersly. Itawings, its gaudy trapping, wore
Ot1ving from its cloak the morning dew.
The glimpse reminded strangely a long-forgotten
Tha rushed in freshening surges--through my
mind there slowly merges
A susjion that I see the noted pirate that one these
Tha i's UBbeetrid
That tthe 1fery--whiskered Kidd, guarding his
From the greedy hands of miners that would seek
the phantom shiners,
That wore thought to have been buried and beneath
these wals amassed.
In this room they onoo wOre sitting, these pirates
hard and stearn,
Like the picturea of Miles Standish, dressed in
costumes now outlandish,
Thou h picturesque in attitudes, like sculptured
With fae cold, In rigid mold, until the twilight
With morning breezes rising, their sordid minds
They vanished to the spirit world, though nightly to
Distant ghostly sounds were heard to echo through
'.Buins of the mill decayed, and through the morn
ing's darkness vague,
And spectral rushed the rushing streams
In broken rills between the hills and from the dark
Clanking chains and fapping sails, that seemed to
be amidst the gales
Fell with deep distinctness upon the morning air.
& ST. HELENA. Cal.
[Written for The Chicago Ledger.]
THE MYSTERIOUS CADET.
A College Reminiscence.
This evening. as I was seated on the
veranda, with my feet elevated upon
the railmgq and leaning back in an arm
chair, liessly watching the passers-by
on the street, one of them attracted my
attention and caused my thoughts to
ddit back down tle long corridors of
time, and bring up vividly to mind
scenes and faces long buried in the past.
He was only a boy, this individual1
who had thus suddenly stirred up old
memories, and a casual observer would
have noticed nothing peculiar* about him
except that he was dressed in a suit of
cadet gray, heavily bespangled with glit
tering buttons, and wore uion his head
amap of the sanme color--thie uniformi of E
some military college. But as he turned 1
his head for a moment toward me I saw E
the letters " A. C. 0." on his cap, sur- <
rounded by a glittering wreath. In an I
instant I knew that lie was a cadet of the i
University of .--.
Some of my readers may remember
that in the catalo~ue of that university i
for the year of 18-~ the name of Leslie
Berton appears as a student, and opo- 1
site the name there was a blank where
the residence of the cadet should have i
p. been. As I have the time at my disposal,
I will gratify the morbid curiosityr that
any may have upon the suibject.
It was at the age of 18 that I entered
the university, and it was upon the day 1
of my arrival that I first met Leslie Bar
ton. I was standing near the entrance
of the college, watching the groups of
cadets out upon the parade ground, and,
being unacquainted with any one I was
feeling decidedly homesick and lone
I had been standing there some time,
trying to devise some plan of getting
~cuainted with the boys, when my at
ttion was directed to a youth who was
standing a few yards from me, leaning
against the orner of the building. My
attention was called to him by an excla
mation which he had, seemingly, un
consciously let fall from his lips, and as
I turned toward him I hsayd him mutter:
"Yes, it is he. It .is unpossible for
me to be mistaken in that face."
And as I followed the direction of his
eues I saw that he was intentlv watching
a cadet who was approaching'the colleg
from the direction of-the entrance to the
grounds. As he, came nearer I saw that,
hough rather small of stature, he was a
man of at least 25 years of age. Had it
not been for his smoothly-shaven face
and the badge of the Olantonian Society
which he wore upon his breast, I should
have supposed him one of the professors.
As he passed I looked into his fisce and
met a pair of as wicked, devilish eyes as
it is possile to conceive of. It had al
'ways been oustoniary with me to readl a
person's character by the eyes, andlIhad
fudhat during moy brief experience I
had seldom been mistaken in my esti
"mate and as this man passed into the
building I decided that he was one cadet
Whom Idid not care to become intimately
.s Ituned from watching him. I
found that the boy I had first noticed
had moved up quite close to me, and,
seeing that I was observing him, he
raised his cap from the cluster of crisp,
black curls that covered his head. and
asked, in a voice that stru k me as being
uncommonly low and soft:
" Do you khow the gentleman that has
"No," I replied, "I am a stranger
here ; thisis iy first day, and I am not
acquainted with any one."
" Then we two should become so
quainted by all neansts for we are in the
Bame f My name is Leslie Barton,"
he said, holdi' out his hand, which, I
noticed, was white, soft and shapely.
" And mine is Carl - '" I said, an t
took the proffered hand,
Just then the cadet I had before ob
served entering the oollege ame out
and brushed against Lesle Barker in
passing. Such a look of mingled hate
and disgust as casm -or Jls face -I hope
never again to see on a human counte
nance. I saw his small white hands
clinch till the nails were buried in the
flesh. He stepped back as suddenly as
though some loathsome re tile had
Louched him, and I heard mutter
between his clenched teeth:
" Ourse him, he does not recognize
me, and it is well for him that he does
lot." But, remembering that I was
tanding near and must have heard his
remark, he turned toward me, and, see
Lng the look of surprised inquiry upon
ny face, he said :
" That fellow reminds me very much
f aperson I once know."
"The remembrance is not a very
pleasant one, I should Judge, from the
ock you gave him aS he passed," I re
To this he made no reply, and in a
ew minutes bade me good evening and
valked into the building.
My curiosity was excited. I felt as
tured that Leslie Barton knew this man,
mnd that he had some reason for hating
aim with all the strength of his fiery na
ure. I wondered why it was that he
lad endeavored to lead me to believe
hat he had only recognized a reosem
blance to some one he had once known.
I'he more I thought about it, the more
leeply interested I became. What puz
Oled me most was that the stranger had
looked directly into Leslie Barton's face
is he passed him, and I could detect no
ngn of recognition on his part. There
was a mystery about these two, I was
satisfied, and I determined, if possible,
bo discover what it was.
During the following day the different
1aases were organized for the term, and
,he cadets assigned to their rooms. Two
)oys occupied each room, and, as every
oy had the privilege of selectIng hs
.oom-mate, I sought out Leslie Barton,
md, on the strength of our slight ac
iuaintancc, asked him if he would oc
mupy the same room with me. He
ieemed surprised at my proposition, and
nformed me, rather haughtily that he
iad made arrangements with Co1. W
he commandant, to have a room entire
y to himself.
" Very well," I replied, turning away,
mut he laid his hand upon my shoulder,
letaining me for a moment, as he said:
" I am sorry I cannot room with you,
)ut I always prefer a room to myself.
We'll be0 good friends, though, won't
" Certainly," I replied, for I had taken
astrange interest in this pale-faced boy.
I was assigned to a room with Edward
Valton, an overgrown, good-natured
ort of a fellow from Mississippi, who
iad attended the two previous sessions
4 the University. He knew everyone
onnected with ilhe college, from the
ead Professor down to the old negro
vho attended to the buildin~g.
One day, abouit a week aftei' my arri
pal, I was standing in the hall, in comn
~any with Ed, wheni the cadet who had
o excited my curiosity on the day I
trst met Leslie Barton passed.
"Do you know that fetlow, Ed ?" I
" Oh, yes ; that's Oscar Phelps."
"fHow long has he been attending
chool here ?'
" He came in at the beginning of the
ast session. Why ?"
" Nothing, only he seems pretty old
o be attending school. Do you know
auch about him ?"
"Very little. He's from New Or
eans, I believe, and from the way he
pent money when he was here last year
ie must b~e pretty wealthy. That's
Lbout all I can tell you of him. Fact
s, he is a queer kind of a cuss, who has
rery little to do with the rest of us fel
Anhat was all Iould learn about
)scar. Phelps. I made inqury of se,..
>ral btier boys, but none of themk
ieemed to know more abot't him than '4
iad already learned from E&
The mnore I saw of Leslie dato'he
>etter' I liked him. He was of a mnodest
etiippqtio'n Anud while he l~
1o intimate rns among the boy's, yet
he wr allredy to declare hun "a
agodfellow-a little queer in his
iotions, but a good one, nevertheless."
There was one thing that struck me #p
eouliar, and that was tha the never 1xe
eived or wrote any letters, or 'ever
ipoke of his home or relatives. One
lay I asked him which State he was
rom. He replied that he had lived in
o many different States that he claimed
mny and all of them as his home. And,
is I saw that he was very reluctant
bout conversing upon the subject, I
iever referred to it again.
J remember distinctly the first time I
aw Leslie Bavt.n and Oscar Phelps
pk. It wa.s just after our elas m
[rench had recited, one day about two
nonths after the beginning'of the term.
We were leaving the recitation-room,
tud were Just without the donr, when
Oscar Phelps walked u beside Leslie
Bakton and Adressed Ui in sneering
" I say, young what's-your-name, you
always seem to know your French pretty
*ell; I think I'll give you a dol ar a
week to poet tag up In all the diglcit
Leslie Barton turned toward him with
an angry light in his bright, black eyes,
and, regarig him with a haughty stare
for a moment, asked in a voice which he
in vain attempted to make sound natu
" Did you speak to me, sir?"
Oscar smiled in a most sarcastic a4d
tantallaing inanner, as lie replid:
"Yes, did it hurt you? "
"You will please remember, then
sir, that my name is Leslie Barton, and
unless you can call me by that name
and be ihore respectful in your mannet
when addressing me, I would infinitely
prefer that you would not speak to me
And, as he finished speaking, he
walked away to his room. Oscar looked
after him for a moment, then, turning
tome he asked :
"W o the devil is that fellow, any
way? One would think from the way
he acts that it was necessary to remove
one's cap when speaking to him."
" His name is Leslie Barton, as he
has just informed you " I replied, "and
that is all I know of hin."
"Know wiere he's from ?"
"It strikes me I have met him some
where before, but curse me if I can re
collect where it was. Well, no matter.
r learn him before he leaves this
school that it is better to have Oscar
Phelps' friendship than ls enmity."
* * * * *
Months passed, and it was drawing
near the close of the term. 1 had never
heard Leslie Barton and Oscar Phelps
exchange a word since the occasion pre
viously mentioned. They seemed to
avoid each other by mutual consent, and,
though I had been unable to fathom the
mystery that I was satisfied connected
these two, yet I hoped that they would
separate at the end of the term without
having had any trouble with each other.
But I was disappointed, as the sequel
One Saturday, just before the com
mencement, Leslie Barton met me as I
was on m-y way to my room, and asked
me if we could have a few minutes' pri
vate conversation together. I replied
in the affirmative, and invited him to
accompany me to my room, secretly
wondering what lie could want of me.
After locking the door to preclude the
possibility of an intrusion, we seated
ourselves, and I waited impatiently to
hear what his business was.
After a few moments? during which
time he appeared lost im thought, he
suddenly looked up and asked:
"Carl -, are you a friend to me ?"
"Certainly, Barton," I replied; "but
why do you ask ?"
" I have a favor-a very great favor
to ask of you. You are the only one I
have been on anyhn like intimate
terms with since I have been here, and
yet I hardly think our acquaintance has
been of sufficient length to justify me in
expecting the favor I am about to so
" Anything I can possibly do for you
will be done cheerfully, Barton," I re
plied, anxious to know what it was he
wished me to do.
Again he was silent for a brief time.
At length he spoke :
",Carl, I am to fight a duel this even
"'.The devil you are 1" I exclaimed,
spingn up from my chair.
"e he replied, " this evening at 5
" With whom ?" I asked, having some
what recovered from the astonishment
his words had caused.
" With Oscar Phelps. The arrange
ments are all made between us. We
are to fight in the cedar grove just be
yond the college grounds, with pistols
at ten paces distance. What I want is
for yuto act as my second. Will you
" But, Barton," I asked, " have you
thought of what the consequences may
be ? I have heard that Phelps is a dead
shot with a pistol."
" I have thought of everything," he
replied. " You will be surprised, Carl,
when I tell you I came here to hunt this
man. Oscar Phelps he calls himself,
but that is not his real name ; what his
name is, no matter. For two years I
have been seeking him, and only acci
dentally found that he was here under
an assumed name. He has wronged me
9deeply that only his life can atone
orteijury. My name is not Leslie
Warton, and I am not what I seem. I
iight tell you tho story of my life, but
Swould do no good, and it better rest
mitold. Phelps has no idea that I am
the one whom he so foully wronged in the
yeas gneby, and I have no wish that
he holdknow it. One of us, perhaps
both, may fall ; for, as you say, Phelps
as a godshot, but hie has none the ad
vatage of me in that respect."
"Now, Carl, knowing what you do,
will you act as my second in this affair ?
If you refuse, I must fight without one."
What could I do ? Leave this friend
less boy to fight that mani, without a
single friend near to see fair play ? It
was against my nature, and I did what I
think most boys of my age would have
done under similar circumstances-I
agreed to act for him.
" Thank you, Carl," ho said, taking
my hand. " If you are over placed in a
position like this I hope you may find a
friend as true. t have only one request
to make ; should I fall, have me buried
in the cedar grove where the fight will
Lake place, and in ihe same nlothes T am
then wearing. "oU W Ad mtdalent
money in the: hands of te 1esidept of
the oollege to defray all expesss. I
deposited it with him when I paid my
And -with that he again'plessed my
hand, and left the room.
At tweity hiinites to lie, I arnived
at the grove and found Leslie Barton
already there, walking back and fotth
beneath the tall cedars, whose thick
boughs were so closely interwoven as to
almost entirely exclude the rays of the
As I approached, I noticed that he
had discarded the college uniform, and
was dressed In a neatly-fitting suit of
black broadcloth, and wore upon his
head a narrow-brimmed white hat. H9e
did not observe ine until I was quit.
close to him, and then, glancing up with
a sinile, he said
"You are the prince of pnctuality."
"Phelps has not arrived yet?' I
asked, looking around.
"No; but he will be on tone," he re
plied. " I never heard of hia being late
on .an occasion like the present."
"Then this is not his first ? " I asked,
"No; Oscar Phelps has made more
than one vacant chair in what, bt t for
him, would now be happy homes."
" What kind of pistols will you use ?"
He stepped to the foot of a large tree,
and pick up a black ebony case, which
I found, upon opening, to contain a pair
of gold-mounted pistols, the finest I had
ever seen. They were Colt's latest
improved patent, 38 caliber. Such
a weapon in the hands of one skilled in
its use would easily kill a man at forty
yards, and the were to fight at ten
paces. I shuddered.
" They are coming," said Barton, in
terrupting me in my examination of the
I looked in the direction indicated by
him, and saw Phpelps, accompanied by
a cadet named Mumfee, with whom I
had but a very slight acquaintance.
They raised their caps politely as they
came up; Barton acknowledged the
presence of Mumfee with a haughty sa
lute, but did not deign to notice Phelps.
" We are on time, I presume? " said
Mumfee, looking at his watch.
"Yes," I rephed, " and have several
minutes to spare before the time ap
"Then let me see you a moment," he
said. And we walked apart from the
"Do you know how this trouble orig
inated ? " he asked, when we were out
."No," I replied; "don't you? My
principal did not consider it necessary
to tell me."
" Just the case with mine. I say, this
is going to be a bad business for us, I'm
afraid. They say Phelps is a sure shot."
"Yes, and, from what I can learn
Barton is no indifferent hand with a pis
" I presume those are the weapons to~
be used," ho said, pointing to the case II
held in my hand. " Let me see them,
I handed him the pistols, and saw by
the way he handled them that he was
familiar with such things. He examined
them closely for several moments, and
then said :
" One or the other of those boys is
Before I had time to reply Phelps
called to us :
" Gentlemen, time's up."
We walked-back to where he and Bar
ton were standing, a little apart from
each other, and, having selected suitable
ground, Mumfee measured off ten paces.
We then carefully loaded the pistols,
after which I walked to where Barton
"Is everything ready?" he asked, as I
came up to him.
" Yes. Is there anything you want to
" Nothing, except to thank you for
your kindness to me, and to ask of you
to see thiat my instructions of this morn
ing are carried out. Don't tr~y to dis
cover what my real name is, for it would
And without another word he took his
position. Phelps was already in his
place with his pistol in his hand. I
handd Lslie the pistol selected for him,
and walked off a few steps to his rit.
A moment's silence, and then Mum
fee, who was to give the word, cried out:
" Gentlemen, are you ready ?"
" Ready," came from both.
" One !"
They both raised their pistols, and the
sharp, metallic "click, click," of the
locks resounded upon the evening air.
I looked at Leslie Barton. Not a
muscle moved. His face was hard and
stern, and there'was that same light in
his handsome black eyes that I had no
ticed on the day that Phelps addresseg
him in the hall of the college.
" Three !"
Simultaneously the reports of both
pistols rang out-so near together were
they that it seemed that but one pistol
had fired. My eyes were fixed upon
Leslie, and at the crack of the pistols I
saw him stagger for a moment, drop his
pistol and clasp both his hands over his
left breast, and, before I could reach
him, he hiad fallen backward to the
As I raised his head upon my knee he
save one or two gasps, a convulsive skiud
<aer passed over him, and he was still.
Unclasping his hands from his breast, I
saw where the ball had entered, just
over his heart, and I knew tha the sirit
of Leslie Barton had taken its fiht
frnm ti WQX1A.
Layfi hid head gently back upon the,
ground, turned and saw Mumfee bend
Mg over the proatrate form of .Phelps.
Approaching I asked:
"Is he badly hurt ?"
"Badly hurtt I the devil. Why, he
was dead before 14e ouched the ground.
Look at that " and he pointed to a bul
let-hole just between the eyes. "'How
about Barton ?"
" He is dead, too. Shot directly
through the hea"rt,
For a time we wet both silent. Mum
fee was first to speak,
"Well " he said, risiag, " sonmething
must be iOne-Oqno of 'us must report
this at the college. Will you go ?"
" Yes" I e lied, and, without, a mo
ment's delay, Iurried to the college. I
found .ol. W- in his room,.and re
ported the affair to him. At- .Arst he
seemed to think I wai, drugk or crasy,
but -hen I told him tiat CadeUsBaiton
and Phelps were lying dead 'in the oe
dar grove he sprang from his chair, ex
" And you assisted these two in mur
dering each other ?" -
" I acted as Barton's second, sir," I
"Then go to your room and consider
yourself under close arrest. You will
answer to a higher court than a college
court martial,' and, seizing his hat, he
hurried from the room.
I went up to my room, and threw my
self into a chair. My state of mind can
more easily be imagined than described.
In a few minutes I heard footsteps as
cending the stairs, and then the key was
turned in my door, from the outside, and
the steady tramp of some one back and
forth before my door told me that a sen
tinel was on guard there.
The hours dragged wearily on, and,
just as the clock in the hall told the hour
of 10, the door was opened and a cadet
came in with orders for me to report to
Col. W-- immediatel. He followed
me down the long hallway, down the
stairs to the door of the Commandant's
room. I entered, but the guard re
mained on the outside. I found Col.
W- excitedly walking the floor.
Turning to me, he asked, fiercely :
" What did you know of Leslie Br'
"Nothing, Colonel, until to-day, when
lie told me his name was not 'e Bar
ton," I rephed.
"Did he tell you what his name
" He did not, but he told me some
thing else." And I told him of the coa.
versation I had with Barton, and whist
he said in reference to injuries received
at the hands of Phelps, and that his on
object in attending the college was
seek out Pholps, and be revenged.
"Then I can tell you something-thai
you did not know,' he said. " Lesl4i
Barton was a woman. No one ever,,
dreamed of it until since her death. I
have not the slightest idea who she was"
or where she came from, for she declined
to give any place of residence when she
entered. But why I have sent for you
is this : You will be arrested to-morrow
if you are here, and my advice to you is
to leave to-night, and the further you are
from this town to-morrow mornmng the
safer you will be. There is a tramin
leaves in twenty minutes ; when it goes
out, be sure that you are among its paa
sengers. Don't bother about your bag
gage : you can write back and have it
shipped to you."
'The advice was too good not to be fol
lowed. I went to my room and changed
my uniform for a lain citizen's clpthes,
hurried to the depot, boardedl the train
just as it was pulling out, and before
daylight the next morning I was in an
A week afterward I read an account of
the affair in a newspaper, but so differ
ent was it from what really occurred
that, had it not been for the naumes, I
should have failed to recognize it Las the
The mystery was never cleared up
and in the cedar grove where she fell and
was buried there stands a marble shaft,
erected by the cadets of the college,
with the name of Leslie Barton upon it,
and underneath the Latin injunction,
Nil mortuue niae~mn.
PRATTYILLS. Ala. -~'i
A Satisfactory Candidate for Life In
Josh Billing%' says : "I kum to the
conclusion lately that life was so onsar
tin that the only wa. for me tu stand a
fair chance with other folks was tu git
my life insured. and so i kalled on the
Agent of the G'arden Angel Life Insur
ance Co., and anis~wered the following
questions, which was put tum me over the
top ov apair ov goold specks, by a slik
little fat old feller, with a little round
grey head, and as pretty a little belly on
him as enny man ever ownred : Ques
tion-1st. Are you mail or femail ? If
so, pleze state how long you have been
so. 2d. Are you subject to fits, and if
so, do yu have more than one at a time?
ted. Did, yum ever have enny ancestors,
anid it iso, hd* mnuch ? 4th. Du yuever
have enny nite mp? 5th. Meyu
married and single, are yu a bachelor?
8th. Do yu believe 'in a future state ?
If yu do, state it. 7th. Have yu ever
committed suicide, and if so, how did it
seem to affect ynu? After answering the
above q~uestions, 1ik4 a man, in the con
firmotif the slL tle fat old feller 'th
goold specks on olI wasin
life, and proberly would rerauln so: , a
term ov years. I than~lke&dbhIu~,
smiled one ov my mostpely
NOT less than one-third of'
who So to the Tower of L
Americans. A writer to on~
glish newspapers, in comm
this, hints that we in Amprioa
greater interest in the historioj
of England tha thQ~nu
VITH AND POINT
A 3Asu singer---4e,!te.kettle.
A PoLZ light man-The lamplighter.
As A physiological feet it may be ien
tioned that negroes are not light-fin
Tnx ma, who-died In harness -
bly forgot to shufia offi mI r
WHi to go when short of money
Go to work.
STANGEc t0 shy, wben the mosquito is
on the wing he is always at hum.
LONIDAN" was one of the or*i*
deadheads. He held the pass at Thr.
In rr an evidence of a low taste when
a mAn gets on his knees to drink from a
HAS it ever occurred to base-ball men
that a milk pitcher is generally a good
Tama *is not much danger when it
rains "cats and dogs ;" but, when it
Spits dogs, look out.
THE baker's business should be profit
able; a good part of his stock is rising
while he sleeps.
ALLUDING to Beecher's estimate that
one female house-fly will lay s,2000
eggs in a season, the Curch Umon
thinks "it is a pity a fly couldn't be
grafted on a hen.'
WoMEN have cheek enough to wear
men's hats on their heads, but there is
one thing they dare not do: Not one of
them dare remove her hat in public aud
dust off the bald spot.-,Detroit Jte.
Touiw-f'I say, boy, what's the
name of that hill yonder ?" Boy
" Dunno." Tourist-"Don't know?
What I lived hei all your life and don't
know the name of it?" Boy-"No;
the hill was here afore I 6om'd,"
" DD you find Mr. Spriggins, Pat
rick?" "I did, Burr." "What did he
say ?" " Niver a worrud surr." "Not
a word? Not a word ? Why not, Pat
rick ?" "Because he was out, Surr,"
" Out! I thought you uaid you found
him." "I did, surr, found him out."
t West ' a divorce
~iin ~ ~ tb~man's
a. boy un
an drawing a ionbreath,
to te boy. " If I wasn't
m d be the greatest, dankey ou
OLGEA halir ieamr" the
0 a gy - a V_
~U it out sh u
i ten more will come to
ralied the one who mad
0discovez. 'Pl91ck 16
ees" said te d-hriz
'no consequence how iA
*~efuneral, provided athey.
Wwa he was quick at-A clerk was
discharged, and aske($hae raon. Yo
are so awfal slow about everthn,"
said his employer. -"You de txe an .
justice," responded the clerk, *V~~r
is one thing I am not slaati.
should like to hear you * asnee8
the employer. " Well," said pleyZ.k,
slowly, ','nobody can get tired 's quick
as I can." ______
They Can't Help It.
There is a limit beyond which the
housewifo who has eagerly plunged into
the canning and preserving season can
not go. There are only 1,500 known
methods of p)uttinlg up peaches. It may
take her sometime to get to the last one,
but she'll reach it in time. The latest
estima~te places the number of fruit jars
on sale in this country at 80,000,000. No
housewife can secure more than her pro
portion of these. After she has asked
her husbaid seventy-eight doriseensive
times to "send up auiothu.er of those
cans," there mitst oomae.uU'Js y
ariaooutqy, but vinter is
tsume sov lenhg
thani anag .afue