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C. 8. BiiTWOOD, BY Publisher. WORTHINGTON, MINN. LA PASCUA. RALPH "The (jRAHAM TABKR. vblack^: bull is of the Sensunte- ec breed hi& lilce has never been seen ligre before—so tall, so glossy, so wide of horn, so strong- of shoulder and lean •of flank! You should have seen the fire T.u his eyes as they drove him into the patio! And there is something1 more, •scnores," the speaker leaned forward find held his brown fin yer upon his thick lips, mysteriously "it is a Secret known but to the few." "Then it is scarcely a secret," the younger of his two auditors replied. A f.-iint smile hovered uncertainly about the corners of his mouth, and he toyed idly with the glass before him. "What is this wonderful secret?" •asked the other, expelling a cloud of sniokev from his lungs. "It is said there will be a new mata dor." "Pouf! that is not news, Don Pedro. These mat adores—they come and go, •like the bulls they slay it is only a •question of time with them. Sooner or Inter a drink too much makes the nerves falter, and then—then the. knife hits •half iin inch too low, or it failsAo strike ilie right moment, and a new matador is needed! The other—" "Hut this," interrupted the landlord —"this is news, senorss for the mata dor has never even faced a bulli not as oandcrillero nor capeador—•" "(,'aramba! What is the name of this fool?" The question was asked in a t-oae of contempt, and the tall youth looked up with an impatient frown. The landlord shrugged his shouJ *lers. "I do not know the name, but he comes from the upper country." "Then we will drink to the excellent Come, friends shall it be aguar diente?* "I thank yon," the youth replied, courteously, "but not for me, senor I do not drink it." Rising from his seat, he wished them good day and de parted. VVlttit is,our young friend who will not drink?" asked the guest, as he tasted his glass of strong spirits. "A passer, wlio came but this morn ing. He gave his name -.is Antonio. I know no more alwitrliini." As Antonio reached the street, be X-eard the tones of a distant manu'ba icating out the national air. Following a tortuous walk, that was hedged on .• ther side by banks of blood-rod i-oses, he slowiy crossed the broad square in front of the low idobc inn. He selected a bud, trimmed the thorn* with his knife, and tlirust^lie stem beneath the band of his wide sombrero. [teaching the street on the opposite side, he found himself before the ca thedral, whose pretentious entrance faced the flower-covered square. A rudely-carved stone high up on its yel low adobe wall proclaimed that the ti rst foundation stone had been laid 120 ears before—oiul the structure was uot ytt, finished. The stucco decorations within its high arch had fallen away in places, and spots of green mold cl«ng to the plaster »sts of the saints. Showing irregularity here and there v. ere small puiictures—some of them rilled with moss—from which Utid balls niight-be^dyg with a knife, the memen toes of resolution & aud crowning the reh stdOtl a«titli»cl.q£,,tbe Virgin, sor 1 owfully viewing her empty arms from which the Babe's image had fal'en. Antonio carelessly noted all this, but his thoughts were of the solemn high mass, that was sion to be celebrated, i.nd of the gayly-dressed throng that would fill the church and overflow the plaza, when the grand processional should draw near. For it was the feast vt La Pascua and the crowning dny of he holy week—the day that commem orated the birth of the infant Saviour. The air was tremulous with musical sounds, and the people began to con gregate. The marimba notes swelled louder .and loufc&r, the tramp of a mul titude echoed along* the rough pave ments and the head of the procession turned into the square. As it ap proached, Antonio doffed his hat re spectfully, and he knelt when the rolled priests passed, with the shining "Santisimo"' held on high, surrounded by swinging censors. The smoke of the incense filled the street with its •subtle perfume, and served to throw an additional charm about the chariot that followed. This was a float drawn by wo-score of young girls clad in pure white garments, with thin veiling pinned to their soft, black hair and fall ing back over their shoulders. The chariot, too, was draped in white, and tion its broad platform was presented -a tableau of the Nativity. Before a gilt manger, in which lay a figure of the holy Child, three boys, representing the three wise nien, reverently knelt •and gazed upbn a glistening star that hovered over the cradle. Behind them «verc the skin-clcd shepherds, each with snow-white lamb in his arms, and be side the crib stood the mother, a slight, tuir girl, draped in flowing robes, chosen from all who had come for tilt JVte because of her saint-like beauty,? ud 'bashfully proud of the distinction tliafc'wiwIi^Wtoieajoyfbrttife'hdht^^' As the latter's glance fell upon An -onio, kneeling bareheaded in the throng, and as she felt his eyes beht upon her, her face was marked by a passing shade of .annoyance. Antonio caught the expression, and the qUiek blood surged to his olive cheeks. He muttered bitterly to himself: "She is saying again, as she said before: 'An tonio, what a coward!' But it shall be for the last time. To-day-—to-day I shall show her!" He rose from bis knees and shoul dered his way through the crowd to enter the church, where the organ was purring the notes of the processional. ah he unconsciously crossed himself at the font taut made tlie genuflexion, his eyes sought for her—thw girl who had called him a coward He saw 'her it Ui&t She had knelt, near the aisle, in a flood of bright, red sunlight that streamed through a leaded window. Her loose, gray robe had been laid abide, and the mass7of her hair had a tinge of bronze, as the colored rays fell upou it. Antonio had no thought of the mass. He hardly heard-the grand singing. Presently a nervous hand touched his shoulder, and a rough voife whispered: "Was it to see them kill the bull—the fine, black bull of Sensuntepec—that 50U came down to the city? You were wise not to answer the public challenge. have seen him, and I—even I, »']«o have given many a bull the sword thrust—do not like the look of this fel low." "It is 200 pesetas," Antonio answered, tbsently. "And I would earn them, Antonio, in spite of my broken wrist—if only to gain the glory. But anew Espado'shas challenged—one. whom they say is new to thpxedondel." -Then.he added, with some' asperity: •'Your chance wouid have been quite rs good as his—and think—200 pesetas! Had you not lacked the courage!" Antonio did not resent the spcech. He merely answered, quietly: "You, tco, then, think I lacked courage. Tiuit it was a lying reason I gave to Lola, cs cxcuse for refusing the challenge!" '^Hardly a lie, Antonio. I give not tnc lie save lor reason. It is more that your life has been of ihe sheep—that you have not the nature to battle ana Hi". Antonio made no reply. He was liv ing again that night on the hills when, wakened from sleep by his lambs' loud bleating, he had seized his machete, had rushed to the ild, an/1 hadsiain the mountain lion. The angry mark on his shoulder burned aguin, where the brute's strong claws had struck him, and his olive cheeks burned, too, as he thought of how Lolo had called him coward, and how her father now stud he lacked courage. Her father, the famous matador, who had broken his wrist in the last Pascua fight, and yet managed to kill his victim! The garrulous old man had continued to whisper. What was it he had been saying? is a 'fortui.e: And you eou'd have married my Lola." Antonio turned and laid his hand impulsively on the old man's arm. "It "s enough for now, senor. You w.''1 at tend the light with her? Then you will see me later." Antonio abruptly left the church and, crossing the square with rapid strides, plunged into the maze of crooked streets, between the brown-tiled dwell ings, and presently emerged at another square, the famous Plaza de Toros. It was inclosed by a high adobe wall, on whose top was a thick growth of ractus. He did not approach the main entrance, which a merry crowd was besieging, but soxght a small door on the eastern side, at which he knocked nervously. The guard within called out, grufHy: "Quien?" "Antonio Gomez." "Welcome, Antonio Gomez." The burly guard eyed the youth's lithe figure, us a dealer might take notes of the good points of a horse, and nodded in grave approval "Y ou would make a brave matador, my son, if you had first the much-needed practice. As it is—well, it may be, perhaps—if Toro Negro will let you." He led the way to an inner room, which he placed at Antoivio's disposal, and reverently laid out the richly col ored* sash/the small red flag and the short sword, sharp as a razor, tha com prised the matador's equipment. An tonio took up the light weapon, bal anced and swung it back and forth, ran his fingers along its keen edge, and re placed it on the table. Again the guard smiled and nodded. "When all is ready I will call you, senor," he said, as he left the apart ment. Antonio could hear the tramping of hoofs, as the piendores mounted, and the music of the band came to him faintly, through the thick walls, as it played the strains of a familiar song—a favorite song of Lola's: Gayly the fiagfl are flaunting. List how the horses neigh An envious crowd greet the riders proud, As they mark for Toro the way. Then a trumpet blast, loud and haunting, Echoes from hill to hill The broad gates swing and into the ring Bursts Toro to wreak his will. The chulos play for their honors They flutter scarfs in his eyes. They prick his rough hide, and his anger deride. As to toss them he blindly tries. Then the plaza is hushed and breathless, The 'i'oreadores give way. The bravo Ma tailor looks the plaza o'er. And, singly, awaits the fray. The bull gores the ground in his fury. And bellows with rage and hate As he charges his foe, but a flashing blow Ends Toro, and ends the fete." How stirringly Lola had sung it that night on the mountain! And when she had finished she laid her guitar beside him, and spoke of the Pascua bull fight, and, with a soft arm around his neck, asked him to take up the challenge, in an effort to win ths grand public prize —the much coveted prize that would fall to him who might conquer the black Sensuntepec bull. In their poverty it was quite a fortune to them. It was by fat 'the^ar^st^Wjte'thiithad erfet yet been offered. Its possession would mean they might marry at once, with out waiting for that uncertain time when they .might be able to save enough to paly the fee of the padre. 'The padre's fee was very high 30 pesetas for hold ing the mass, 50 more for the precious scroll that would prove the ceremony. The valley folk seldom marry at all but, safe in their mutual promise, lived their lives in their thatched cane huts without the padre's blessing. But Lola was not in the valley. She would not listen to aught but the mass and the good priest's fatherly blessing. Why, then .' had he ho bluhtlyiefuxed? It was not from cowardice that he* knew. hanlly understood it him self, but. that" be had an unreasonable dislike of inflicting useless torture. And Lola hud called him a coward hud refused to hear such a childish ekcuse, and, with a fine scorn, had left him.' And he had gone back to his little cane hut, and had lain awake through the long, lark night, watching the twinkling Southern Cross and think* ing about this girl whom he loved— vvho' had mockingly called him a coward! And long before daybreak he left the hut, and, at sunrise, awoke the padre—• and the padre had written a letter for him—at the price Of his last peseta. And he had ndt seen Lola since, until in the church proccgsion. But to-day —to-day he would show her that at least he did not lack the courage! He heard the shouts and the cheer ing, as the picadores entered and he heard the wild, pulsating notes of the marimba, sotptHiiig far away, and in distinct. Then he heard an occasional burst of applause and still he sat there waiting. At last the guard came to call him. He rose and took up the short-bladed sword and his other safeguard, the smalh red flag, and passed out into the sunshine. He east one glancc about the surging sea of expectant faces, and then looked longingly up at the hills that rose be hind the city. Their bluish tops seemed trembling in the haze, the air seemed drowned in expectancy, and far-off sounds came plainly—among them the tinkle of a sheep bell far up on the shim mering mountain side. Then a sharp cry rang out: "Guar dese, Antonio—guardese!" He caught one glimpse of a girl in white, who stretched her bare arms out toward him. Then he turned to avoid the great, bladk bull that came rushing down the redondel. He instinctively leaped—only just in time—and the -small, red flag was torn from his hand. The maddened beast tossed it high in the air and turned to prepare for a sec ond attack, while the spectators, pieased with his agile leap, boisterously applauded. The bull pawed the ground, with lowered head, throwing a cloud of dust in the air. His parched tongue hung from his open, jaws, his hot breath came in panting gasps, the red blood trickled down his sides where the spears of the chulos had pricked him, and his bloodshot eyes shone with mad ness lis he quickened his pace to a thunderous charge. Antonio calmly awaited the assault, and then—then the mad beast.stopied short in his wild onset, trembled, and, bellowing, crouched to the ground in a spasm of fear. Antonio stupidly gazed at the bull then he heard a dull rumbling beneath him and felt the baked earth lift and surge and sink and rise, like an angry ocean after a storm. The hilltops swayed in the quivering air, strong men shrieked aloud in their dread and the solid walls of adobe groaned and oreaked and crackled. Antonio dropped his now useless sword and, with a bound, reached the side of the ring where he had seen Lola standing, and where the panic-stricken spectators were blindly lighting for the exits. "Lola!" he shouted, "my Lola!" and out of the surging mass he heard her calling to him. "Leap!" he cried, with uplifted arms, and struggling through the crowd, she obeyed. Others, gasping the prayers' to the saints that their palsied lips failed to .litter, were dropping all about him but Antonio caught her skilfully and, with his light but precious burden,' 8triggered away from the crumbling wail. As he reached the center of the redondel the earthquake ceased for a moment. then a second series of shocks began, a wide crack opened across the court, a dizziness overpowered him and he sank to the heaving, uncertain earth, not in the muteness of terror, nor with a desperate prayer in his throat, but with a welling-song in kis-soul,ashe clasped his Lola closer. Was he hot from the upper country—the country that lay far back of .the hills, the high mountain land where Momotombo's towering black penks'breathed black er smoke from dawn to dawn and made the tree tops bend and noil to the tune of the hills' fitful slumbers? Why should he fear the qnaking earth Fear was for those off the lowlands born Mom torn bo had rocked liis cradle aud the song that trembled within his soul was a song cf thanksgiving and gladness—the thrilling note of his vi brant heart as he pressed his Lola to it. It was over again in a moment. The hilltops resflmed their still place in the sky, a welcome wind stirred the tall mango trees, and Lola shuddered and opeued her eyes, and drew his head down and kissed him. One by one men regained courage to speak, although at first it was only in whispers. Antonio assisted Lola to rise, as her aged father approachcd them. "You have done well, Antonio," he said. "The Toro lives, but he has made his fight. You have won the 200 pese tas." A happy light shone in Antonio's soft eyes, and, drawing Lola closer, he asked: "Then, you think now, I laeke'd not the courage?"—N. Y. Independent. Alligators Carry Weight. The Indians in Central and South America firmly believe that alligators swallow stones for the purpose of mak ing themselves heavier, and thus ca pable of diving more easily. From whatever cause, the fact is certain that, alligators do swallow stones, it being rarely the case that a saurian is killed without one or more stones, some times of considerable size, being found in his stomach. The stones are of al! sizes, from a mere pebble to a bowlder almost the size of a man's head, and sometimes weighing as much as 111 pounds.—Chicago Journal. t.-,- & JSVoMtd. As'the young man entered the read Ing-rooni ^f tlie club thfre iv$»» a sud den,^xo^us in the direction of the bil lianl-Vooin. "Wilbur seems to have become sud denly unpopular," said one of the men in the far corner, as he noticed it. "Well, the boys do rather avoid him," returned the other. "For what reason?** •'Why, hito first baby has just reached the age where it says bright things."— Chicago Evening Post. By a Woman Suffragist. Alas that we a man should meet In this progressive land, Who will in congress take a seat. And let a lady stand! —Washington Star. THE CURSK OF HEREDITY. "Yes, Patsey MacManus O'Flaherty, er pa may be rich and able ter give yer stylish clothes, but he's not able to shaiige yer face, so there!"—Life. The Reason. Mrs. Sharp—I can't see why Mrs. Biggar makes so much fuss over her baby, and neglects her husband so shamefully. Mr. Sharp—But her baby is greater than its father. Mrs. S.—What do you mean? Mr. S.—Well, its a little Biggar.—To Date. Nothing Lost. First Burglur—You was mighty lucky to get cleared, but that there lawyer charged ye about all ye stole, didn't he? Second Burglar—That don't matter. I'll watch my chance when he goes home to-night and git it back.—Odds and Ends. Well Cp In His Business. "Who is that extraordinarily tall man?" asked the visitor, who had never been in a department store lief ore. "That's the floor "Now, profmor," said the ambitious young man, "you have tried my voice, 1 want you to tell me frankly what it is bes.L adapted to." And without a moment's hesitation the eminent musician responded: "Whispering."—Odds and Ends. Its Usual Kffect. .Tones—1'\ just been doing some thing that always makes me feel cheap. Smith—What is that? Jones—Comparing my salary with what 1 think it ought to be.—Brooklyn Life. That New Remedy. 'Tve had my dyspepsia cuVed by this new vibration fad." "So?" "Yes my girl gave me the shake and I got so mad I've felt all right ever since."—Chicago Record. The Fairy Tales of Science. Uncle Josh—1 see where some of thein fellers that makes wheels say they have a bicycle plant that— Aunt Fanny—Land sakes! You don't mean to say they've got to growin' 'em?—Puck. One nt a Time. Oh, the man who may feel quite as proud as a king, While he works his way up to the top, When his necktie endeavors the very same thing Will try to Induce it to stop. —U A. W. Bulletin. 1 A DEGENERATION. PARIIOT (Student of Evolution)—Great Scott! is that what we come to 21 walker," replied the friend that had undertaken the task of showing him about towu. "Thp floor walker?" exclaimed the cthei^ "He looks more like a ceiling scraper."—i'hieago Tribune. His Birthday. "Dear John, here's a silver match safe, and wish you many happy re turns." "Thank you, dear Sophia." "Oh, yes, and mamma's coming to flny to stay two months, and the soft coal's out, and the hard coal's out, and here's the gas bill."—Chicago lieeord. His Unbiased Opinion. Cold World. "What brought you to this place, mjr friend?" inquired a visitor at.the peiji-. tentiary of a convict. "A mere matter of opinion got me here, sir." "Impossible!** "No, sir. I expressed the opinion that 1 was innocent, and the jury ex pressed the opinion that I wasn't. It's a cold world, sir."—Bay City Chat. Leap Year Incident. "Didn't you always say that McJones was so modest that he, would never pro pose?" "Yes, that's what I said." "Well, he's engaged to be married.** "I knew it but that does not go to show that I was wrong about his not proposing. He is engaged to a widow, and this is leap year.—Dallas (Tex.) Bifter. Baby Coold Talk. Mamma and baby returned from a wall*.. "Oh," says mflmma to her hus band, "uch good news. Baby talks. He nas just said his first word." "Really?" "Yes, just fancy. We were in the zoological gardens, standing before the monkey cage when baby cried out: 'Look at papa!'"—Pittsburgh Bulle tin. A Reasonable Inference. Manchester—I'thfaik Snaggs has con cluded that it is about time some of his daughters were getting married. Birmingham—Did he tell you so him self? Manchester—No but he has given away his two dogs.—Pittsburgh Chron icle-Telegraph. Her Gentle Hint. "If you love me," he said, impressiTe ly, "you will never chew gum under any circumstances. 1 am satisfied that it is injurious." "But, Alfred," she protested, "you know, I haven't- any caramels." It was only then that he realized what a mistake he had made.—Chicago Post. Change for tha Worse. Birdie Mcdinnis—You have changed very much of late. Gus DeSmith—To my advantage, I suppose? Birdie—Well, the change hasn't been for my advantage. You used to bring a box of candy every evening now you don't.—Dallas (Tex.) Sifter. Heroism. Young Mr. Gilley (ardently)—What shall I do to prove my love for you, my dearest pet? Miss Keedick—You don't need to do a thing more than you do now. You for get that you travel on a trolley car twice a week to see me.—Judge. Indication. Jinks—In.the medieval ages the Eng lish courts used to have a "whipping boy" who received the punishmeut when the princes did anything wrong. Dinks—That must have made him a painstaking youth.—Town Topics. For Love of Her. Miss Vera Waitc—Fred says he thinks of me constantly. Miss Av4 Dupoise—Poor fellow! 1 noticed that he looked as though he had a heavy weight on his mind.— Brooklyn Life. A f.ost Opportunity. "You don't care to kiss her? And why not?" "Well, you see, she's an heiress, and I was afraid that if 1 pursed my lips she would suspect that 1 was thinking about her money."—Boston Transcript. 0E SUCH ENOUGH. He (significantly)—I am my father'* only child, you know. Miss Blood. She—Well, you can't blame him, Mr. Srippy.—Brooklyn Life. Love and Duty. He—Your father advises me to invest my fortune in Wall street. It would be politic, I suppose. She—No, don't you do it! After he had won all your money he'd never lei 11s marry.—Life. DOMESTIC CONCERNS. 1 —To remove,-the fire and relieve tha pain of a burn soak at once ki cold water in which plenty of soda haa been dissolved. —Beef Soup.—-To a pint of hot beef es sence add a teacup of thin cream when boiling add the beaten yolk of an egg.—Orange Judd Farmer. —Hice Pudding.—To one quart of rich new milk add one teaspoonful of butter and one half cup rice. Sweeten to taste,'flavor with.nutmeg and bake two hours.—Housekeeper. —Corn Bread.—One pint sifted corn meal, one pint wheat flour, one pint buttermilk, two eggs, beaten light, one-half cup sugar, butter size of an egg. Add last one teaspoon of soda. Bake about 20 minutes in a hot oven. —I arm. Field and Fireside. —If bird lice trouble your petcanary put a pinch of powdered saffrpn under his wings. This is sure todriye them away.' When the bird is moulting see that it is kept warm. At this time feed with raw scraped beef and hard boiled yolk of egg. —Suet Pudding.—To one teacup of iincly-chopped suet add four teacup fuls of flour, in which a teaspoonful of baking powder has been sifted, half a pound of raisins, one teacup of mo lasses, one teacup of milk, and a pinch of salt. Flavor with cinnamon. Boil two and one-half hours. Serve hot with sauce.—Housekeeper. —Yellow Frosting.—jTo each well beaten yolk add four heaping dessert spoonfuls of finest white sugar, beat well and spread on the cake while the loaf is warm if warm enough it will smooth itself, i. e., it will flow out even ly and rarely need any aid. When frosting is put on a cold cake, or one too cool, it is easily smoothed down by a broad-bladed knife, wet frequents ly in cold water.—N. Y. Observer. HE STILL LIVES. The Editor Who Doesn't Oo in for Met ropolitan Style. It gives us pleasure to announce that the intelligent and cultivated wife 4 Sain Barrett, the genial and first-class carpenter living on the hill, has pre sented him with a bouncing boy weigh ing 11 pounds. The fond parents have our congratulations, and next week Sam will reshi^tetbe root of this office^ at wages' ot $1.50 per day. During the last week Sqillre Johnson has'painted three sides of his barn all by himself, and the improvement is great credit to the entire community. We wish that all our citizens had the enterprise of thi3 well-known and juct ly popular official. Later—As we go to press the squire is working on the fourth side of the barn. We saw some particularly fine pota toes in Taylor's grocery the other day. jijid were pleased to be told that they were raised on the farm of Mr. George Bloom, about three miles west ot town. "George," as we .ove to call him, drcpa in occasionally to chat with us, and we always feel the better for it. What this country needs is more men of his stamp. We are glad to know that his two hog? have recovered from the cholera. The town trustees had a meeting in the engine house last night, and it WIMP resolved to .put five new planks on U:o drireway of the bridge, and pay Widow Brown 84 cents for damage done to her smokiehousc by the fall of the fagpole. Our trustees are active, ener getic men, who have the best interests of our town at heart, and we take pleas ure in chronicling the fact. The five new planks will be quite a boom for the bridge. Our heartfelt thanks are due to Mrs. George Colchester for 12 beautiful hen** eggs and a bunch of peppermint left cn our table one day last week during cur temporary absence to visit our first wife's grave at the cemetery. Mrs. Colchester is a fa-mer's wife, and proud of the fact, and that she is big-hearte*' end likes to see other people get along is proved by her generous and timely gift. We hadn't an egg in the houso when these came, and it really seetus as if our guardian angel had whispered the fact in her ears. What might have proved a sad calam ity to this whole community was avert ed last Wednesday afternoon by the Judgment and bravery of Charles Hop son. the genial and much-beloved keep er of the village pound. Mrs. Hastings, mother of the popular Abijah Hastings, had been trading at Smiley's. Just as she was about to get into the one horse wagon to drive home again Mr. Hopson noticed that the tire on the off hind wheel was loose. With com mendable bravery he sprang forward, borrowed a hammer of Jim Klliott, and in a few momenta had it back in place. It is such little everyday incidents as these which endear the people of this town to the editor and make him satis fied to live on six dollars a week. In walking by the home of the whole souled and warm-hearted Abram Pot ts just north of Dickinson's tannery, we noticed a sign of "For Sale" on the fence. We were astounded. We ven tured to intrude, although it was Sun day afternoon, and Mr. Potts gave us a warm welcome. He explained that it was not the 3souse and lot wh'ch were for sale, as we supposed, but n. quantity of grapes growing in hta yard. This relieved our mind atonce. The grapes are two dollars per bushel. We learned incidentally that Mrs. Potts has whitewashed three bpdroom ceil*, ings with her own hands this year, be-. sides doing up two bushels of peache* and working a motto of "God Pless Onr Home" for her sister in Milwaukee." Mr. Potts, as our readers know, direct* the buzzsaw at the sawmill, and is per haps the best judge of sawlogs in this whole state.—Detroit Free Press. Forgiven. "Aren't 3*011 the same beggiif^at I gave half a pie to last week?" "I guess I am, mum: but I*ixt willin* to let bygones be bygones. It ain't ia my heart to boar no malice."—Lutliatt apnlis Tribune.