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WHEN TED’S AWAY.
When Teddy has gone for a visit
Such a change as comes over the house!
There’s not from one day to another
Enough racket to startle a mouse
The cook Is no longer molested,
The puppies are never at strife.
Grandpa’s mid-day nap Is unbroken.
And the cat has some peace of her life.
There Is no one to ask endless question#
And no one to race through the hall,
There Is never a whoop or a whistle
And never a door banged at all;
No coaxing to "tell us a story”
And never a lesson to say—
Oh. the house Is delightfully quiet
And peaceful when Ted Is away!
But then there Is no boyish laughter
To make even burdens seem light.
And no little tired lad to cuddle
On a motherly shoulder at night;
And no one to whisper at bed lime,
With a shy, tight hug and a kiss,
That In all the wide world he is certain
Thi i e isn’t a mother like his.
There is no one to run on an errand
And no one with "secrets" to tell.
There is no one to find Grandpa’s glass*#
And hunt for his slippers as well;
And somehow or other we’re feeling
That an hour seems as long as a dey—
Oh, the house is so dreadfully quiet
And lonesome when Ted Is away.
•—L. M. Montgomery, In Ram’s Horn.
SALVAGE
By HENRY GALLUP PAINE.
Author of “Statute of Limitations.” “Sunday
Sam,” etc.
(Copyrighted by Dally Btory Pub. Cos.)
“My Dear Mr. Marcy:
“Hal has told me how things stand be
tween you and him. and T write to tell you
that I will never marry him so long as your
opposition continues. I absolutely refuse to
stand In his way. I want to assure you
that nothing he can say will alter my de
termination. This decision is final. So
there Is no reason w hy you should consid
er me In planning for him or In carrying
out any of your intentions regarding him.
You are at liberty to show him this letter.
“Yours truly,
“AMANDA GRAY.”
“Wa’al, son, w’at be ye a-goin’ ter do,
naow?” asked Josiah Marcy, when Hal
had finished reading Mandy’s note,
and had handed it back to his father.
“Nothing different, father. I cannot
accept this sacrifice at her hands. I
would be less than a man if I accepted
what you offer me at such a cost.”
“Don’t be a fool, boy,” Josiah pro
tested.
“No; nor I won’t be a poltroon
either,” declared Hal. “To-morrow I
shall go away and try to disappoint
you by showing you and Mandy, too,
that somewhere and somehow I am
capable of earning my own living, and
when I have shown that I can earn
enough for two I shall come inck for
her.”
In the light of his previous experi
ence Hallett Marcy was laying out a
rather large* contract for himself in
making this declaration. In fact hi.-
demonstruted lack of business ability
was responsible for the present situa
tion. Vet in other respects he was far
from a failure. He had a fine charac
ter, an affectionate nature and a hand
some presence. He had stood high a
college. He had refined tastes. But
he was entirely deficient in those prac
tical commercial qualities that hat
enabled his father to develop from :
common laborer to a wealthy mil!
owner.
Josiah was ambitious to realize ii
his son the culture and social privi
leges that fortune had denied to him.
I
w., if | v I 7
f_7 J 11 |U g
■ ‘V. . , .
“WHEN I AM IN A POSITION I SHALL
ASK YOU AGAIN.”
He had planned that. Ifal should go
abroad, travel, study, write and do
the things lhat interested him, and in
time perhnpk marry some girl wh<
should be his intellectual equal and
his social superior—though Josiah did
not put it to himself in exactly that
way.
But Hal loved Amanda Gray, his
quondam schoolmate and playmate,
and wanted to marry her. Amanda
was poor; her mother ran a boarding
house for Josiah’s mill hands; but Ha!
loved her. He knew the strength and
sweetness of her unselfish nature, and
he had refused to carry out his father’s
wishes unless Amanda could share in
the advantage Josiah had planned for
him. And when his father had refused
his consent, Hal had astonished that
local and domestic autocrat by de
manding the few thousand dollars held
in trust for him from his mother, and
had gone to the city and invested it in
business.
It was the old story of the man with
capital and the man <Wth experience
over again. In six months his little
patrimony was gone and Josiah had
been forced to pi y out heavily to save
the family credit. But the old man
loved his son, though in his own way.
and he renewed his former offer to set
tle a handsome sum on the boy if he
would give up Mandy. He gave him
two days in which to make up his
mind.
Hal laughed his father to scorn
and swore he would marry Mandy
anyhow. “She’ll marry me no mat- [
ter how poor I am,” he declared.
But Mandy would not listen to
him. She loved him too well and she
knew him too —she had known noth
ing else all her life—but she feared
it for him. She knew that he could
never succeed by his own efforts, she
doubted her own ability to help him,
and refused to stand in the way of
his future. Then to clinch the mat
ter she wrote the short note to Jo
siah which Hal had just read.
“Wher* be ye goin'?” asked his fa
| ther, as Hal started for the door.
“Oh, just to tell Mandy what I
just told you,” and he went out.
“Hy dum, that boy’s got me bent
sure,” mused the old mnfl. "I—l
ain’t never asked no man's advice
before in all my life, but I reckon I’ll
hev ter git some light threw onto
this sittoowation. I —l’Ji go daown
and git Parson Marvin ter wrastle
an hour with it this evenin'."
“Mandy,” said Hal, a few minutes
later. “Last night you refused to
marry me, because you would not
stand in the way of my future; and
after I had gone home you wrote my
father to the same effect. Now, I
have not come to ask you to recon
sider your decision. I believe to-day
it was a wise one. Hut I have come
to tell you that I absolutely refuse
to take advantage of it. The people
who took over the wreck of my busi
ness offered to take me with it on
a salary. I have written, accepting
their offer, and I shall leave for the
city to-morrow morning. When I
am in a position to marry you, I
shall ask you agahs.”
“Hal, Hal!” she protested.
But he would not let her go on. “No,
sweetheart; if this must be a contest
between wills, you will find that I have
one as well as you and father. And
now, kiss me good-bye, little playmate,
for I am going away in the morning,
and I may not see you again for a long
time.”
Mandy never quite knew how she got
through the rest of the day. There was
supper to get; and boarders going and
boarders coining. Her duties seemed
endless.
It was nearly ten o’clock before she
could break away from it all and be by
herself and think.
Her mood was ristless and troubled
and drew her, as if by some uncon
scious attraction, to the river. She
walked out on the wooden foot bridge
that spanned the rapids above the
mill, and leaning against the hand
rail gazed into the turgid current
which ran swiftly far below. She
tried to set in order the thoughts that
surged through her brain. She might
as well have tried to calm the bub
bling, roaring stream beneath. Like
one in a dream, she seemed to see the
events of her short life pass in review
before her in weird and impish pro
cession. She saw little to attract her,
few compensations for all its hard
ships and narrowness. Hal was the
one bright spot in it. Sadly she turned
from the past to look into the future
and contrasted what it might have
been with Hal—what it would be with
out him. She looked into the river
running tumultuously, darkly, dis
tractedly through its contracted, rock
walled channel to its ceaseb ss task at
the mill. In one smooth, eddy-like
spot in all its turbulent course, she
saw the reflection of a single star;
but it was only the reflection, and the
star itself was shining far above. She
felt the likeness of the stream to her
own life and strangely attracted to if
by a sort of hypnotic fascination.
Then she remembered bow beyond (he
mill the stream broadened out and
flowed placidly through a fair mead
owland. And the thought came to her
with a fierce bitterness, how through
the stream another, feebler woman
in ber case might find peace, while she
must struggle blindly, hopelessly on.
A strange dizziness came over her,
she swayed and clutched at the rail
ing. With a sickening feeling she felt
the frail support give way. The
weary, despondent soul said to itself:
“I did not seek this—-then let me, too,
find peace.” But the active, healthy,
human woman screamed.
“What’s that, brother?” Josiah and
Mr. -Marvin had been “wrastlin’ ” over
Hal all the evening; and the parson
was returning with the older man to
light him through the glen.
“Some gal’s fell in!” shouted Jo
siah; and with unsuspected agility lie
bounded down the steep bank in the
direction of the splash that closfly
followed that night-rending, heart
rending cry.
“Hold the light!” he commanded,
as he stood an instant on the brink
peering into the darkness, before
plunging in to where n small, dark
object momentarily appeared above
the surface.
The river was deep and swift, but it
was narrow, and though long out of
practice, Josiah had been a famous
swimmer, and his strength had not
left him. With the aid of the minister,
who rushed in waist deep to help,
Josiah soon had the limp form of the
girl stretched on the shingle.
“Fetch the lantern, parson,” he said,
as he chafed her hands, and bent to
listen if she breathed. “She’s livin’;
let’s see who we got.”
Mr. Marvin obeyed.
Josiah gazed guiltily into the up
turned, unconscious face. He felt as
if his heart were in the grip of a
tourniquet.
“Parson," he faltered, “do ye s’pnso
she done it a-puppose?”
Mr. Marvin looked up at the bridge.
“No,” he added, pointing to the broken
hand-rail.
“Thank God fer thet!”
“Amen,” echoed the minister.
"Now, brother, what is best to be
done?”
“There’ ain’t on’y one thing tew he
done—fetch her hum.”
“Isn’t that rather far, neighbor?”
“ ’Tis, ter her hum, 'tain’t ter mine.
Thet’s wher’ she b’longs naow; that’s
wher’ Hal is. Ther’, lift her easy.
Hoes 'fin's ef we c’u’dn’t git on ’thout
your help, after all, parson.**
PASSING OF THE FIRESIDE.
The kettle never simmers on the hearth
stone any mure
We have given up ti.e sacred fireside;
The kitten never sleeps before the back
log on the floor.
And the spinning wheel has stopped
since grandma died;
But the poet, in his fancy, sees the “fam
ily circle” yet.
And blithely slags the* glory of his
dream.
While the artist takes his pencil and is
happy to forget
That the fireside has given way to
steam.
The boiler and the furnace are in no
dress sublime,
The scornful bard refuses to ennoble
them in chyme.
And the artist never turns
With his brush to such concerns;
They have spoiled the family circle of
“the splendid olden time.”
Still, the preacher gravely preaches of
the "sacred fireside,”
Forgetting that long since it ceased to
be,
Forgetting that the people he is preach
ing to abide
Where janitors are lords of all they
see!
Ah, the fireside Is only a blind mantel
or the wall.
Tb logs that used to crackle blaze no
more;
No more fantastic shadows over old rag
carpets fall,
The hearthstone’s but a grating In the
floor.
The good old ways are ended and the
charm of them has fled.
No "fireside” remains to lure us now;
No more, alas! does father have to clam
ber out of bed
To light the logs while mother tells
him how.
Little Willie doesn't have to carry billets
in at night,
Or. caviling, chop kindling nowadays—
Slay!—that's but the steam pipe thump
ing—'tis no time for flight or fright—
We have given up the old poetic ways.
Oh, a fancy screen is standing as an
ornament before
The walled and plastered place that was
the fireside of yore—
The wind Is howling “Woo-o-o-o!”
But no flames leap up the flue.
And the hearthstone’s just a grating In
the floor.
—S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Record-Herald.
[Slow Janet Taught
him Spelling
HICKMAN always went first to his
cousin Janet. He was a buoyant
youth, whose woes anti joys were
much alike, but Janet was serious
minded. She did his worrying- for him.
This time he found her packing-her
books. Vacation was almost over.
“Well?” she said. She liked to talk
to Herman, but not when there was
an unfinished task in hand. That was
the difference between the two —she
focused her energies upon one thing',
accomplished it. and was happy; he
diffused his over a dozen, accomplished
nothing, and was happy also. “Well,
what is it?” she demanded.
“I’m superseded ” be confessed, dole
fully.
“What? O Herman—discharged?”
Herman made a gesture. “Ah, Janet,
you have such a—a direct manner of
speech! Why. even Mr. Stcinmetz
didn’t use that word! ‘Aline young
frentj he says, ‘you will pea prlte
young yentleman when you learn pet
ter how to spell, but yoost now. yon
make us reediklus.* And be showed
rfie a letter he'd got from a firm he'd
been complaining to about a lot of
damaged goods. They’d got tired, I
guess, and written will) a good deal
more humor than Mr. Steinmetz could
appreciate- he’s not a witty man—all
because I spelled ‘shipment’ ‘s-h-i-p
--m-e-a-n-t.’ and ’a dozen white collars’
‘a dozen white c-o-l-o-r-s.’ ’*
“O Herman!” groaned Janet.
Herman laughed. “You taught me
how to spell ‘meant* yourself,” he ar
gued. “You ought to take it as a com
pliment that I applied the lesson.”
“And ‘a dozen while colors!’ ” she
sighed, despairingly. “Why don't you
learn? I’ll do anything to help yon!
You never can make a success while
yon spell like that. Oh. I know—but
it isn't enough to be the fastest type
writer in town—it’s accuracy they
want, a thousand times more Ilian
speed! Von must learn. Herman! I’ll
send you lists of words from your let
ters. and lend yon my old speller. Will
yon study it. Herman?”
Herman’s eyes were twinkling as he
took the book. “I will, faithfully, re
ligiously, as I would my cateclysm,” he
said, with a laugh. “It shall be my
proud duty to report to yon every
week my progress.”
Janet's eyes dropped in disappoint
ment. “No need,” she murmured. “If
yon learn to spell, your letters will
show it.”
Herman smiled. “I’ll be on hand
nt train-time to-morrow with a box
of chocolates?”
“No. than! yon!” said bis cousin,
decidedly.
“Flowers, then?”
‘‘You'd better save your money.”
Herman laughed outright. “Didn’t
T mention it? Why, so I didn’t! I've
got another position, with Span A- Cos.
They fairly jumped at me.”
“A oil’ll lose it,” she said, prophetlc
nlly, and he laughed again.
Herman did lose it. and for the same
old reason. Janet had felt ashamed
of herself when she came to thinking
over the interview. She might hate
been more hopeful, more sympathetic.
She tried to make up for it in her
letters to him. Perhaps it was, as
he had so often explained, a physical
failing; some people are form-blind,
just as others are color-blind, and
with such orthography is doubly dif
ficult. She tried to shut her eyes to
mistakes, ar.d to believe that he was
improving. She sent him lists of j
words, and forbore to criticize. Hut .
as time passed, and the old errors re-1
curred again ami again, l.ia lig!<l-i,eai i
ed epistles that had once given her
such keen delight became merely a
source of dread and dismay. Her eye
ran on from one mistake to another,
losing sense and substance. When by
any chance he fell into the conact
spelling of a word that she had listld,
she felt it like a personal victory, but
every repeated blunder was a Water
loo. She waited feverishly for the
inevitable.
Scarcely two months had passed
before it came. Herman was si bered
a little when he wrote of it. hut not
enough to affect his literary style. He
was “superseded” again, he said, and
was hastening to claim another g. od,
bracing sermon from his dear cousin
Janet. He had about come around to
the standpoint of the fatalist—nature
hadn’t created him with a predilection
for spelling, therefore it was useless
to try to spell.
Janet rend with mingled emotions.
She knew it was not lack of ability—
indeed, if he had had a slower mind
there would have be.pn more hope for
him. He had never felt the need of
working hard, and the lack of disci
pline was telling in every way. One
part of his letter was really pathetic
—not from its wording, hut because
it was so true —where he compared
himself to a nice little stream of wa
ter that was mostly noise and sparkle
The Hihle has a different way of put
ting it—“ Unstable as water, thou shall
not excel!”
But Janet did not think of that. She
had forgotten for the moment that no
one may ever excel save by his own
effort, and she was reproaching her
self bitterly for his present failure
She was conscious that he had always
looked to her to supply a certain force
undeveloped in himself. The appeal
ran through the letter she was rend
ing, masked under his habitual drol
lery, of course, hut to her the earnest
ness was apparent, even through the
nonsense.
“I may never win the degree of Ph
a. he wrote, whimsically, “but 1 an
hopeful that my name may yet out
loose from its siiflix X. (1. I ought tt
have an equal chance with these fel
lows in books. They never make he
roes of themselves from inner neces
sitr, you’ll observe. I have your lift
ind letters for my inspiration—the\
are inspiring, chum! And if 1 ever com
pile a dictionary, swim tin' Hellespont
or otherwise distinguish myself, it
will he because my cousin Janet hm
kindly although perhaps uncon
sciously—assumed the role of guar
dian angel to me.”
Only—alas. poor Herman!—hi
spelled it angle!
The tender sympathy dropped out
of Janet’s face. It is not reeordei
that angels indulge in sarcasm, but
it is doubtful if even a celestial be
ing would care to he described it
“WH.b YOU STVHY IT?"
geometric terms. The letter slit
wrote “raised a blister," as I. mmii
afterward confessed.
"What is a guardian angle?” slit
inquired, sweetly. "I’ve searched my
geometry from comm - to cover, am
asked all the girls, and thought of til:
the angles I’ve ever heard about
right, acute ami the rest—and then
isn’t one I could possibly 1m miles:
it’s the one they call obtuse. Do
write and fell me what it’s like, ami
where I can find it. ‘(inardiaii angle!'
it sounds terribly learned, and yet
poetical, too. Do they teach about
it in trigonometry?
"1 quite expected that you would
be ‘superseded’ again, and now that
you have the leisure, 1 am not going
to do anything that will interfere
with your learning how to spell.
This is the last letter you will get
from me till you haw mastered the
art. At Christinas, if you wish, I will
examine you from (lie speller I lent
you, and also from those lists ot
words. If you pass the examination
we will resume our correspondence,
and if you don’t we will not. I am
quite in earnest. From this judg
ment there is no appeal.
"Witness my hand! Your cousin,
Janet.”
Herman must have known that
when Janet wrote like that there was
no appeal, and he made none, but got
to work.
As for Janet, she was in the dark
as to the movements of her cousin,
and not a little frightened at what
she had done, until she heard that he
had refused a third position. She
took that us a healthy sign. Her
knowledge of him told her that the
next one he accepted he would be
prepared to keep and he was.
At Christmas time the whole fam
ily assembled to hear the spelling
lesson. She gave Herman 500 words,
and he spelled them with a certainty
and independence which showed that
he had mastered something else be
sides orthography. Four hundred and
ninety-nine were right—-it was a rec
ord to wonder at. Hut when she gave
him “angel," he smiled in his old ex
asperating way, and spelled it
*‘J-u-n-e-t.” —Youth’s Companion.
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Again we offer our high grade mixed
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this paint will cover more space per gal
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equal quantity of any other paint, thus
making it no more costly than other and
inferior paints.
CONFISCATION IN MOROCCO.
When nn Olllrlnl Dies Min Property
anil That of Mix Ilelallvea lle
vrrla to the Crown.
It is a custom in Morocco that all the
property of an official reverts at death
to the crown. The logit* which leads
to such a result is simple, for the gov
ernment argues that all fortunes thus
accumulated consist of moneys illegal
ly retained by the authorities, says
Blackwood’s Magazine. A governor
when appointed is probably possessed
of no considerable fortune. When he
dies he may be a millionaire. Whence
came this wealth? Squeezed most cer
tainly from the tribes under his au
thority. it nil therefore amassed only by
the prerogatives of the position in
which the sultan had placed him. It
has never struck the Moorish govern
ment, that these great fortunes might
more honorably be returned to the
people from whom they were stolen.
The result is entire con fiscal ion to the
crown, including often such private
property as his governor may have
been possessed of before his appoint
ment, and not seldom, too, of the prop
erty of his relatives.
When the mighty fall in Morocco the
crash brings down with them their
families, even uncles and cousins and
all connected with them, and it is not
seldom that the sons of great govern
ors, who have been brought up in the
luxuries of slaves and horses and ret
inues of mounted men, have to go beg
ging in t he streels.
WAY TO SAVE MONEY.
Yon dp: Mnn Who \Vlmlih tn Marry
Taltcpi lo Slnil>l>> DriHH of (lie
I'rofoMMionnl f'ut.
“Perhaps you have noticed that I am
doing the artistic stunt in the mat
ter of my attire and personal appear*
ttiice,” said the engaged young man.
“I have come to the conclusion that if
I arn ever to get married I must save
money, and the only way I can save
money is by denying myself things I
like.
“Now, 1 have always been fond of
dressing well, but that is a thing of
the past. Instead, I am doing the
genius pose. Notice my unkempt ap
pearance. I wear my hair long and am
raising a beard. I never learned to
shave myself, you know, and that in it
self is a considerable saving. I wear
shiny black clothes, a flowing Wind
sor tie and tin old soft hat with a very
broad brim the broader the bet ter.
“The people who do not know me
may take me for a tramp,” he said,
with a smile, according to the Philadel
phia Record, “but for their opinion 1
do not care. The people who do know
me merely think I am becoming ec
centric. In the meantime lam saving
money, and that’s the main thing,”
Coffee Clitnreftea.
They are the newest sort of smoke
in Paris, and have been invented by
intending benefactors of the human
race who consider identity is deteri
orating modern man. A correspond
ent explains that the new cigarettes
contain not a compound made of the
ground bean, as might be imagined,
but the leaf of (he tree, fine, coarse or
navy cut, or manipulated after the
blrdseye method, according to taste.
Coffee leaf smoking is said to be not
only perfectly harmless, even if in
dulged in to the wildest excess, but to
possess the property, deemed by the
Inventors nn unquestionable advan
tage, of imparting to those who prac
tice it an intense and lasting dislike
for the flavor of tobacco. Lovers of
the weed should beware how they
trifle with the coffee cigarette.
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Whether you choose a whitewash, kalsomine, wall, var
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THE PEOPLES SAVINGS BANK,
R. Q. OLP, Prop.
Manitowoc, VVis.
FRANK PFEFFEP.
Dealer in all kinds of
Furniture, Coffins, Caskets, Etc,
K ,Krsv,,,e VUcomtn
-A,
Special attention Kiven to undertaking and embalming A trood hearse ut
the disposal of the public.
lit re are my prices on a few articles Ann Rockers $1.75, Nurse’s Rockets
fl.eii. Oak cane seat Chair 75c, Swell Front Dresser $ Id. Center Tables to |lO
Intension Dining Tables $I to *l3. Bureaus of all kinds at all prices.
DR.N. T. ZIGLINSKI, ~
DENTIST,
yil South Eighth Street, Opposite Schuette’sStore
A STING IN HIS WORDS.
Die Ma iil > ( onduel of n I’ollee Officer
Who Miulil Have II cl ull aI cl
for Abuse.
By far the most liiimilintingincident
connected with the downfall of F. (.’.
Andrews, vice president of the < ity
savings bank of Detroit, was the man
ner of his arrest, says a Chicago paper.
One of the many offices held by An
drew: was t hut of police commissioner,
lie was a stern disciplinarian, and bad
little pity for members of the force
who violated the rules, .lust before
exposure of bis $1 ~’OO,OOO embezzle
ment was made Andrews had occasion
to rebuke one of the city detectives
for some alleged neglect of duty, and
he berated the otfieer roundly, giving
him what is known in police circles us
a severe “dressing down.” By chance
it became t he duty of this same detect
ive a few days later to take the bank
wrecker into custody. Policemen who
knew of the terrible scoring the offi
cer had received from Andrews looked
for a bitter retaliation in the way of
wordy recrimination, but nothing of
the kind occurred. The officer was po
lite and deferential in making the ar
rest, almost as much so as if lie were
taking orders from his superior in
stead of conveying him to jail. “I’m
really sorry to do this, Mr. Andrews,”
tie said, “lint it’s my duty.” There was
a sling in these simple words, how
ever, that the bystanders did not ap
preciate, for in the scoring the detect
ive had received from Andrews while
police commissioner great stress was
laid upon the necessity of a policeman
doing his duty without fear or favor.
I'ruiluet of Acre of I/tind.
Tn Russia the average of land, be
cause of bad cultivation, produced
but one-fifth the amount produced
by an acre in America. This is tlie
official statement of her minister o'
finance.
Decorine.
Decorine is a sanitary wall finish put
up in five pound packages, readv for use
with merely the addition of hot water.
It leaves no spots nor streaks when dry*
ing, is easily applied, covers well and
every shade is so distinctively brought
out, giving the walls and ceilings that
rich appearance so much desired. Dec
orine has been used extensivelv in the
past years and has been given a prefer
ence because it is cheaper, more sanitary
and as beautiful as wallpaper. One five
pound package is sufficient for a room of
ordinary size.
HORSES LIKE TOBACCO.
One \ Tlmf (Jot fi> Be Confirmed
Cliewer of the to Some Ob*
noliona Weed,
“V hi bet your life that horses lore
tobacco,” said a horse owner to the
man who was inclined to doubt his
original assertion that horses were
very fond of chewing tobacco, relates
the Washington Star. "Don’t they?"
he asked the fat policeman who was
listening to the argument. The latter
ii'sentcd, and the first speaker went
on. “My old friend here,” pointing to
the policeman, "remembers that roan
horse I used to have. Well, every morn
ing when I went into the nag’s stall
she looked around at me as much as
to ask if I had brought her morning
chew of tobacco with me. I used to
tease her by pretending I did not see
her. but she would look around again,
and then begin to make a noise. After
I would tease her awhile I would give
her a good chew of tobacco, and she
would lie satisfied. Then I gave her
the morning meal on top of that. The
tobacco was somewhat stimulating,
and whenev - it is ul ,ce started you
may be sure you will have to keep it
up. It prevents colic, and makes the
coats of the animals sleek and pretty
I remember a horse I used to have
that I frequently gave a chew of my to
bacco. One day I pulled a long plug
of the weed out of my pocket, am'
after taking a chew myself handed 1
over to the horse. The animal tore of
a hig chew and was rolling it aroun*'
in his mouth when I looked around and
saw an old woman standing there
‘You ought to he ashamed of yourself.’
she said. ‘lsn't it bad enough to chew
tobacco yourself, without teachlri
the poor beast to contract the vIK
habit?’ I didn’t answer her, ae I fel’
certain that the horse was enjoying
himself, while the woman fuseed,”

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