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CHASi G. MOREAU, Editor and Publisher*
VOL. 11.
A PLUCKY WIPE.
How She Saved Her Husband from
Judge Lynch.
Sage Bar was excited. Six horses
were missing from Bill Hines’ drove.
1‘ ifteen minutes after Bill had reported
his loss at the Bar a party had found
the trail and ridden off toward the
southwest. Presently, as they were
crossing a wet bit of land in a hollow,
Bill who led the party, looked sharply
at the hoof prints sunk deep in the soil
and reined up quickly.
“Look at the shoe mark!” he ex
claimed, pointing down at the trail,
i “By guns! it’s the easterner’s hoss
shoe!” ejaculated Sam Pike after an in
stant’s scrutiny of the hoof prints,
among which were several larger Than
the rest showing the clear impress of
a shoe. The others were those of un
shod horses. Then the party scanned
the marks closely. Then the men looked
at each other with ugly frowns.
“Well,” said Bill, tentatively, at last.
No one answered for a moment. Then
Bam remarked: “It looks bad for thcr
easterner, sure! Th’ haint anyone got
hoss shoes like them in th’ district ’cept
him. I’m sorry ’f th’ feller’s put his
head in a rope’s end, boys. But we ll
have ter foller him up. Who’ll go
back?”
A couple of the party volunteered.
The men separated. Part of them
moved forward on the trail. . The oth
ers turned their horses at rig’ll t angles
to the former line of march and loped
on toward the easterner’s cabin.
The easterner, otherwise Jack Craig,
of whom they had been speaking, had
been in Sage Bar only a short time. He
was a tenderfoot, out and out. When
he came to the bar he brought his wife
with hun. She was a bright, pretty
little woman, but they hardly knew
her in. the settlement, Craig always
had bee*- reserved, and the two had
kept by themselves in the little cabin
which stood a mile or so away from
town. So Sage Bar had come to con
sider the pair a “queer lot,” and to
designate them as “the easterner an’
his wife,” which was intended to be
anything but complimentary.
\V hen the trailing party reined up in
front of Craig’s cabin they found the
object of their search sitting on a log
before the door, smoking. From his
dress, bespattered with mud, it was
evident that he had just returned from
riding. The party exchanged glances
of understanding.
Sam Pike came to the point at once.
“Craig,” he said, “yer wanted down ter
th’ Bar.”
“What’s that?” demanded the east
erner, angrily.
“Yer wanted down ter th' Bay!” Sam
repeated. “For hess stealing!” he
added.
Craig’s face was aflame in the instant.
He sprang from his seat, throwing back
his hand to his hip. But the others had
him covered, and his hand dropped
loosely by his side again. “It’s a
- he said, “and you know it!”
Just then a woman’s figure appeared
in the cabin doorway. It was Craig's
wife.
“What’s the matter?" she questioned
arixiously, seeing her husband’s atti
tude.
Craig spoke up quickly: “Go back,
Dolly! They’ve got up a dirty story
about me and want me to go to the Bar.
But I’ll come back in a little while.”
Sam had a great fear of women’s
tongues and tears and immediately or
dered Craig to mount a horse which an
other man at a word secured from the
Stable near by. The woman had looked
on dumbly, seeming hardly to compre
hend what was taking place, but as she
saw her husband walk over toward the
horse, she ran to him, and threw both
arms about him, holding him tight to
He unclasped her arms gently
after an instant, and mounted the horse
and, turning in tb j saddle, waved his
hand to her. Then they rode away,
and, after they had gone a piece, Sam
looked back and saw the woman still
standing there, her hands loosely locked
before her, watching them with wide
open eyes. “She’s grit ter th’ back
bone,” muttered that worthy, and
lashed his horse into a gallop.
All Sage Bar crowded around the
party when they drew rein in town,
and there were who would have
strung Craig up on the spot when
Sam had told the story. Sage Bar was
in that stage of progress where horse
stealing was a capital offense and a
short shrift was granted to offenders.
But Sam’s protest that nothing should
be done until the Hines party returned
was heeded, and the prisoner was put
in an empty,cabin, tied hand and foot'
several of the men agreeing to stand
guard.
The afternoon waned away and even
ing came and the Hines party did not
make its appearance. So Craig was
given something to eat and then was
fastened tightly once more, and the
men rolled themselves up in their blan
kets in front of the cabin about eleven
o’clock,leavingonly Jo Stetson on guard.
Stetson sat himself down on a stump
and lit a, pipe, and with his rifle across
his knees fell to thinking about soipe
“mavericks” he had branded that day.
Presently he imagined he heard a soft
step from the prairie. He raised his
head and listened. Just then the moop
showed a rim beyond a sailing cloud,
and its light fell on a figure—a wom
an’s figure—making its way toward the.
cabin. Stetson rose to his feet, letting
his rifle-butt drop on the ground, and
i uriously surveyed the woman, who was
close to him now. It was the east
erner’s wife.
‘•ls he in there?” she said, her voice
trembling’ a bit.
“Yes,” answered Stetson.
“Can’t I sec him?” she asked. “Only
for a moment," she added.
“Can’t do it, mar'm,” said Stetson,
decidedly,
For a moment she was quiet, looking
longingly toward the cabin and clasp
ing and unclasping her hands softly.
The man hoped she would go. He had
hated to say no and he. didn’t know how
long his determination to refuse would
last. “But they say they’re going to
try him to-morrow, and I mayn’t get
another chance.” She looked at him
so sadly and yet so bravely lyithal that
Stetson wavered and was lost.
“For five minutes, then, no more!”
he said, half repenting of his words
the instant they were uttered.
But he unlocked the cabin door for
her, and locked it behind her again.
Then he stood outside the door cursing
himself. Presently there was a rap
from the inside of the cabin, and, much
relieved, he undid the door. But he
kept his finger on the hammer of his
rifle as he stood aside to allow her to
pass.
She came out quickly. Stetson turned
and bent to fasten the door. As he did
so, he felt a tingling-cold metal against
his head, and heard in her voice, now
without a tremble;
“Put up your hands and do it quick
ly!” The order was so distinctly put
and so emphatically backed up by the
cold metal, which Stetson knew only
too well was the dangerous end of a re
volver, that he did not hesitate. As he
threw up his hands, the door was
pulled open from the inside and a man
dashed out and melted in the darkness
of the prairie. A moment more and
the hoof beats of a horse came back,
sounding clear and sharp on the still
air.
The men who had been asleep till
now, awakened by the noise, sleepily
raised themselves on their elbows. The
woman had not moved the pistol from
Stetson’s head. But she now dropped
the weapon quickly and started to run.
In an instant Stetson was after her,
and, wild at being"THi twitted, had run
her down and caught her before she had
gone fifty yards. As he grasped her by
the shoulders the hoof beats were dy
ing on the air and the woman looked
into her captor’s face with an exultant
smile.
Stetson brought her back to the cab
in and in a half-shamed way told his
story. The woman was quiet and did
not seem to hear what they said. De
spite their chagrin at having been
worsted by a woman, the men could
not but admire her pluck and skill.
Then they argued os to what they
should do with her, and finally decided
to take her into town as soon as it was
light. They locked her in the cabin
and then sat up and talked the rest of
the night. They felt that it would be
useless to attempt to trail Craig in the
dark, %nd, to tell the truth, they were
just a bit fearful that the woman would
escape them unless they kept a sharp
lookout.
When morning 1 came a big party set
off in pursuit of Craig. But they had
scant hope of overtaking him with a
horse under him and his many hours’
start. The easterner’s wife still re
mained locked in the cabin, Sage
Bar for once found itself non
plused. Law and order had been re
versed by a woman and the town had
the offender in custody. But smoke and
ponder as it might. Sage Bar was at a
loss to know how to proceed. All the
laws of the settlement, unwritten
though they were, had sprung from an
acute sense of frontier needs, and re
ferred to men. There was an undeflna
ble feeling among the Sage Bar solons
that these laws could not be applied
with propriety to women, and so they
talked much, smoked and drank much
more, and did—nothing. When the
Hines party came in, tired, hungry and
empty handed, no solution of the diffi
culty presented itself, and so, with ad
mirable judgment, the town decided to
free itself of further responsibility by
setting the woman at liberty. The
easterner's wife was pale and evidently
worn out when they brought her out of
the cabin; but she said not a word
when they told her she might go, and
walked off in the direction of her home
with a smile, half of defiance, half of
satisfaction. That night the party
which had gone in pursuit of Craig re
turned, having made a fruitless search.
Two days later, just as Sage Bar was
preparing its evening meal, two men
were seen riding over a swell from the'
northeast. Five horses were driven
loosely before them. When the men
got nearer the town one of them was
recognized as the easterner. He was
riding bare-headed, and beside him rode
another, dark and swarthy, his arms
bound to his sides, his horse led by
Craig. All Sage Bar assembled about
the party, while Craig told the story of
how he had ridden away that night,
had struck the trail of the horses, and
following it had brought the Mexican
thief to terms with a shot from his
rifle, and then came back. And when
he had done there were cheers for the
easterner such as the town hadn’t had
a chance to relieve itself of for a long
while, and to this day there is not a
man in Sage Bar but touches his slouch
hat to the easterner's wife, whom ,To
Stetson declares is “th’ sandiest little
woman in th’ west!"--Kansas City
iTimes.
arc n ow carved pearl buttons
in various shades for tailor costumes.
"FEAnXjESS IN’ AT.T. THINGS.”
BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, JUNE 10, 1893.
SCHOOL AND CHURCH.
—The Order of King's Daughters will
make an exhibit of the work of the or
der at the World’s fair.
—Two millions of dollars were sent
last year to foreign missions by the
women of the United States.
—Nine hundred and eighty millions
of dollars arc invested in the 140,000
churches in the United States.
—Two hundred dogs are annually
doomed to death in the university of
Buffalo, for physiological experiments.
—The Methodist orphanage in Phila
delphia last year received $50,719.15, of
which sum over $30,000 have been put
into the endowment fund.
—The object of forming a federal
union among the Lutheran. Reformed,
Free churches. Methodists and Baptists
has been agitated of late in France.
—There are 33,712 women and girls in
India under Christian instruction, and
outside these stand the appalling num
ber of 111,333,927 not under instruction,
and unable to read or write.
—Leo XIII. is bent upon the recon
ciliation of the church and the republic,
and he lets no opportunity of saying so
escape him. Every French prelate to
whom he gives audience returns to his
diocese with instructions to work to
this end.
—The second chancelor's medal for
classics has been withheld this year at
Cambridge, England, the examiners
finding no candidate worthy to receive
it—a circumstance that has occurred
only once before in nearly one hundred
and fifty years.
—King Oscar of Sweden is a very
simple-minded man. When he went to
see the pope he kissed the holy father
on both cheeks. Such a salute was
quite irregular, long usage having es
tablished the custom of kissing only
the pope’s hand.
—The officers of the Salvation Army
who work among the Zulus get sixty
cents per week as salary, besides mealie
(corn) meal for breakfast and rice for
dinner, with an occasional bucket of
molasses, which can bo got for twelve
cents from the sugar mill.
—Rev. Walter Elliott, who resigned
the editorship of the Catholic World a
few months ago, will next September
engage in missionary work among uon-
Catholics in the west. He begins at
Detroit, and will have the co-operation
of the bishop of that dfocese'and the
priests of the city.
—lt is reported that Great Britain
has 16 societies for the conversion of
Jews, in which 334 men are employed
at 84 stations. Germany has 13 socie
ties; Switzerland, 1; the Netherlands,
8; France, 2; Sweden and Norway, 4;
Denmark, 1; Russia, 4; the United
States, 8; Palestine, 2, anfl Australia, 1.
The Gospel is now being proclaimed to
the Israelites in every nook and corner
of the globe.—San Francisco Monitor.
—Hon. Andrew D. White has felt
enough interest, in having the Unita
rian church at 1 thaca rebuilt to write to
this country expressing his interest in
the scheme, and to make a contribu
tion of money also. He thinks that col
lege towns in particular should have
Unitarian churches, and advocated the
establishment of one at Ann Arbor for
that reason. He deprecates proselyt
ing, but he wishes to see the new
church established at a center of re
ligious and ethical thought.
STREET-CAR HABITS.
A Little Incident That Taught One Woman
a Lesson.
The builders of street cars allow for
eleven seats on each side. This was the
allotment when the cars were first in
troduced. Since that time the average
area of the citizen has materially in
creased in person; but women and men
are larger. The chance introduction
of young people and children still per
mits eleven people on a side, but with
a full complement of passengers Nos.
21 and 22 must stand. The increase of
girth on the part of New Yorkers in
limiting the accommodations of the
car obliges frequently somebody to
yield what was once considered the
right to a seat. Nine ordinary passen
gers and one fat man or woman require
a readjustment of the car, just as ten
slim women and a child will admit an
other slim passenger.
These are matters that a judicial
minded person will always take into
account. The judicial mind, however,
is not always taken aboard, and odd
combinations of passengers often throw
the entire car into a state of mind in
the effort to adjust them by main
strength or strategy. The other day
there was a mixed lot of persons on one
side that left a space large enough to
be tempting, but not large enough to
accommodate a woman extended un
reasonably beyond her natural pro
portions by a thick gown and a long
full cloak. The woman seated was
slim, with a mild face and reserved
manner. The woman standing looked
at the space and seated herself, obscur
ing the smaller woman, who was plain
ly supporting part of the burden.
“If you will allow me I will give you
the place,” the crushed woman said.
She rose when the other nodded trium
phantly to a friend.
“I often get a seat that way,” enjoy
ing her success.
The mild-faced woman gave no sign,
then said:
“Will you kindly let me see if I left a
parcel on the seat.
The stout woman got up.and the little
woman quietly reseated herself. The
stout woman stood, and the passenger*
laughed.—N. Y. Sun.
WILLING TO MAKE ALLOWANCES.
A Kind-Hearted Farmer Who Said Per
hapa the Furrows Wore Sun-Wurped.
A certain eminent clergyman, who is
greatly loved for his gentleness and
forbearance with offenders, recently
told a Transcript man that an experi
ence of his own, in years long gone by.
taught him the grace of ready excus
ing. When he was a boy he was a very
poor boy, but he had already a strong
theological bent, and was studying
hard during the winter and working
even-harder during the summer trying
to get a preparation for college, lie
wanted to be. a preacher, and the fact
that he didn't seem to be good for any
thing else tended to convince aim that
he had not mistaken his calling. One
spring he was entirely out of money,
and had to get out of school and go to
work. Not being able to find anything
to do in the small college town where
he had been studying, the youth —call
him Richard Vernon—-went out among
the farmers to see if he could get
work from them. He found a man who
was very busy with his spring's
work and in a hurry to get the furrows
plowed in a big field for potato plant
ing. The weather was favorable for
planting; the farmer's boys would be
home from school the next day. which
was Saturday, to do the dropping and
covering. He told Richard that ho
might mark out the field with the plow
for the planting and if he suited he
might be hired for two or three months.
Meantime the farmer saw that the boy
was very anxious to stay and that he
had evidently a very good disposition.
So the young theologian went to work
with tremendous vigor. He did not
stop to take breath until he had marked
off a large tract of ground with deep
furrows. Then came his employer from
his work in anotheri-part of the farm
and looked at the boy's work, and
•Leaned up against the fence and laughed
until he shook. The potato field had
been scraped and scalloped all over
with the ridiculously irregular and
wabbly little ditches which Rich
ard had turned. There was not
a clean, straight furrow in the
lot; the ground looked as if an insane
elephant had tossed up the earth; the
furrows were of all depths and at all
distances from one another, for Richard
had driven the horse most of the time
at a smart walk, and he had been too
much occupied with keeping - up and
maintaining a precarious grasp upon
the plow handles to be able to pay any
attention to the regularity or evenness
of his work. Richard Vernon laughed,
too, as he stood and looked over the
field.. lie wiped the sweat frrm his
brow and looked very anxious at his
employer. There was no chance for
regular work there; that was evident.
His laughter faded away, and there was
a certain faint twitch in the corners of
his mouth as the boy said:
“I guess you don't want any more of
my work, sir?”
"Oh, yes—yes, I do,” said the farmer.
“May be 'taint your fault that the fur
rows are crooked. You see, the sun's
pretty hot to-day, and I reckon the
heat \varped ’em!”—Boston Transcript.
WHAT IS EXTRAVAGANCE.
The Limit in Wliat May be Termed Law
ful Expenditures.
Outlay, commensurate with income,
can not he extravagant. If the million
aire’s wife pays some hundreds for a
length of silk, the money represents
food, warmth, clothing, and wages to
many. It is not the dressmaker who
takes it all. Grant that her profits are
large, these again represent, in a sec
ond and subsidiary circle the employ
ment of labor and consequent well-be
ing of workers. People of limited in
comes may object to contribute toward
the carriages and horses, the men-serv
ants and banquets of the superior
tradesfolk; and they are in their right
to do so. But the rich, who can
rightfully afford the extra cost for ex
tra value in cut and material, are also
in their right, and the old maxim of
“live and let live” has its confirmation
in these percentages. The question is
one solely and wholly as to the cus
tomer’s means, and what she can afford
without damage to other obligations.
When these obligations are damaged,
then indeed is it extravagance in its
true sense and should be recognized
and reprehended. If you spend forty
dollars on a gown, my dear impecuni
ous madam, and put your household on
short commons for weeks after as a con
sequence, or do not pay your necessary
bills because you have diverted the
housekeeping money to this unneces
sary purpose, or find that you can not
pay for your dress at all, then are you
extravagant, criminally and reprehen
sibly so. But if the forty dollars come
easily out of your margin and without
prejudice to your other obligations,
you are perfectly justified in
Striding it. Between one hundred dol
lars for a regal robe and seven shillings
for a remnant at the sales we go
through the whole scale of extrava
gance or lawful expenditure, according
to the person, the status, the income
and the obligations.—Chicago Mail.
An Art Frand.
Peddler—l am selling a very fine pic
ture of the Chicago World’s fair,
which—
Biffers—Huh! That isn’t the World’s
fair. That’s a picture of Venice. You
can't fool me.
Peddler—Why do you think it is
Venice?
Biffers—lt hasn't enough gondolas in
it to be Cbmngo.— N. Y. Weekly.
THE STRAWBERRY.
Various Ways of Using It In Delicious
Desserts.
The aroma-of the strawberry is largely
lost in cooking, and it should be used
fresh wherever it is possible to do so.
In preserving it is essential to success
to can the fruit when luscious and
fresh from the bed, and to use a variety
of berry that is of rich flavor. The
IV iesbaden preservers, who are more
successful with strawberries than any
one else, do not allow their berries to
cook more than a moment. They fill
the cans with the fresh fruit, and set
them in a large kettle containing
water just hot enough to bear the
hand. There should be a wooden rack
in the Ixittom of the boiler, and cloth
should be packed around the jars to
prevent their touching each other.
When they begin to boil German pre
servers watch them, and as soon
ns the berries rise to the mouth of the
jar they take them out and cover
them with a rich, cold syrup. By this
means the plump appearance of the
berry as well as its flavor is preserved.
There arc many ways in which a
basket of strawberries may be used for
dessert. There are the daintiest of
strawberry tarts, made of fresh straw
berries. These are simply shells of
pastry filled with perfectly fresh, ripe
berries well sweetened. After filling
the •"shells” with the sweetened ber
ries set them in the oven a few mo
ments to let the sugar melt; then let
the tarts cool and serve them heaped
with whipped cream. Shells of puff
paste can easily be procured from any
French baker.
Another method of serving berries at
luncheon or for a light dessert is in a
mould of champaigne jelly. Prepare
the jelly with half a pint of cham
pagne, half a box of gelatine, half a
cup of cold water, the juice of a lemon,
a cup of sugar, and a cup and a half of
boiling water. Soak the gelatine for
two hours in the cold water: add the
sugar and boiling water, and then the
wine and lemon juice. Strain the jelly
through a flannel cloth. Have one
charlotte russe mold holding two
quarts and one holding one quart. Put
a half-inch layer of the jelly in the bot
tom of the larger mold, and set it even
ly on the ice. When the jelly is firm,
set the small mold on it filled with
cracked ice. Pour in cold melted jelly
between the two molds, and when this
is firm take the ice out of the small
mold and put in a little lukewarm wa
ter, just hot enough to allow it to be
lifted out. It is a thing that
must be done with care, for
if the water is too hot the
jelly will melt, but if it is just right
the mold can be easily lifted out with
out disturbing the jelly. A quart cav
ity will be left in the jelly, which is to
be filled with fresh strawberries. The
fruit for this purpose must be kept very
cold, and must be well sweetened just
before, it is put in to make it palatable.
It also looks pretty if a little whipped
cream is mixed with it. The mold
should then be wreathed with whipped
cream and decorated with fresh straw
berries when it is turned out.
There is no more delightful ice-cream
than one made of the juice of rich, ripe
strawberries and fresh cream. Stir a
heaping cup of granulated sugar with
the yolks of three eggs. Mix well and
add to a cup of boiling milk. Stir the
mixture thoroughly in a double boiler,
or a saucepan set in another holding
boiling water, for about four or five
minutes. Then add to the hot mixture
a pint of very rich cream and the juice
of a quart of thoroughly ripe, rich
strawberries. Freeze the cream care
fully and serve it with white cake
daintily iced and flavored with bitter
almonds.—N. Y. Tribune.
Threading a Hair Through a Walnut.)
To pass a hair through a walnut with
out boring a hole seems an impossi
bility, but the feat has often been done.
The hull of the walnut, when ex
amined with a strong glass, is seen to
have innumerable small openings, some
of which lead entirely through the nut.
The trick consists of using a very fine
hair and an infinite amount of patience.
Pass the hair into one of these minute
crevices and urge it gently along.
Sometimes it will appear on the other
side at the first trial, but if it comes
out at the hundred and first you will be
very lucky.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
An Unmuzzled Editor.
Friend of the Press—l don't read any
thing more in your paper about the
danger of railroad monopolies?
Country Editor—Well, you just buy
the next number. My application for
a pass has come back rejected.—Texas
Siftings.
Woman’s Judgment.
Mr. Perte—l can’t sec how it is that 1
always lose at the races, while you win.
Mrs. Perte—You would win if you
followed my advice. I told you to bel
on the jockey with the pink jacket and
old-gold sleeves.—Truth.
Competition the Lifo of Trade.
Goldberg—Say, Ikey, Bloomingstein
is having a big bargain sale; you just
take those flfty-cent cards, draw a, line
through them, mark them thirty-seven,
and put them on the twenty-five-cenl
goods. We must keep abreast of the
times.—Puck.
Her Forbearance.
Mrs. Dorcas—As your husband is sc
cruel why don't you get a divorce?
Mrs. Snarley—Because ho isn’t very
prosperous just now and wouldn’t bj
able to pay me enough alimony, —J Mdga
TERMS: sl*oo Per Annum in Advance
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.
—Carlyle's old home in Chelseft, Lon
don, is occupied now by Elizabeth Ann
Cottrell, a widow. The greater part of
her household consists of fifteen dogs,
seven of which a recent visitor saw ly
ing in their mistress’ lap as she ate her
breakfast.
—Judge William Eochren, the new
pension commissioner, has a brilliant
war record. lie served at Gettysburg
as first lieutenant in a regiment of
three hundred men. lie emerged from
a conflict with Pickett's division in
command of forty men.
Gov. John E. Osborne of Wyoming
is the youngest governor in the United
States. He is only thirty-four, a doctor
by profession, very good-looking, of
pleasing address, and went from Ver
mont to the west some fourteen years
ago, though a native of New York.
—George I. Seney, the millionaire
philanthropist of Brooklyn, who has
just died, disposed of a good share of
his property while living. He gave as
reasons for so doing that he was sure of
its going where he desired, and he could
enjoy the good he saw it was doing
others.
—Christian Joachim Mohn, a Nor
wegian linguist, who was acquainted
with more than sixty languages, most
of them Oriental tongues, died at
Naples not long ago, at the age of
e'gbty-five years. Ho used to be a fami
liar figure in the British museum, and
was well known in most continental
European cities.
—There are now not less than 2,133
literary women in Paris, of whom 1,211
write novels or books for children, 217
pedagogical works and 280 devote
themselve to poetry. The others do not
limit themselves to any department of
literary work. Of this number 1,219
belong to the Societc des gensdelettres
and 32 to the Societc des auteurs dra
matiques.
—Olive Thorne Miller, who is prettily
distinguished as "the birds’ best
friend,” has been entertained by the
Lend-a-Hand club of Baltimore. Mrs.
Miller read one of her delightful pa
pers, and made a deep impression upon
her audience. Her strong personality
is modified by a rare sweetness and
motherliness of expression, and her
manner is winningly attractive.
—The room in which M. Jules Ferry
died was transformed into a mortuary
and hung with draperies worked in sii
ver. The senate voted twenty thou
sand francs to cover the expenses of the
public funeral. A part of the great
Frenchman's will reads as follows; “I
order the interment of my body in the
St. Die cemetery, where repose my
mother and sister, with my face
turned toward the blue lino* of the
Vosges, whence I heard the cries of the
vanquished.”
HUMOROUS.
—The Boston Girl.—-‘Do many Chi
cago men live by the pen?” The Chi
cago Girl—‘-Oh, yes, out at the stock
yards: lots of them.”—N. Y. Herald.
—Fox—"Supposing you had raised
your horse to jump a wall and he re
fused to take it?” Hunt—“l should go
right ahead just as though nothing had
happened.”—Vague.
—Visitor—‘‘Tommy, I wish to ask
you a few questions in grammar.”
Tommy—“ Yes, sir.” Visitor—“lf I gi vo
you the sentence, ‘The pupil loves his
teacher,’ what is that?” Tommy
“Sarcasm.”
—lrate Laundress—“ You told me,
sir, that all I had to do was to leave the
tablecloth outside during the night,
and the fruit stains would disappear.
Well, I did so last night.” “Ah! then
the stains—” “No! It was the table
cloth that disappeared!”
—Employer—“William, Mrs. Sprig
gans complains that she received only
one of all the bundles she had put up
here last night.” William “That's
funny, sir. I wrote “Mrs. Sptiggafts”
on one bundle and put “Ditto” on each
of the others.”—Tit-Bits.
—An Elegant Sufficiency.—Lady Can
vasser—“ Would you like to purchase a
box of face-powder to-day?” McGuire
(just convalescing from an explosion at
the quarry)—“Pfwat do Oi want wid
yer powdher? Oi hov about free kags
in me face now.”—Judge.
—The Father (sorrowfully)— “Your
absorption in social gayety grieves me.
At your age such a life had no fascina
tions for mo.” The Sou (condescend
ingly)—“At my age you probably lacked
the fascinations which I inherit from
my mother’s side of the family”—Pitts
burgh Bulletin.
—Judged from His Own Experience.—
Jones—“ Yes, sir, it is mighty hard to
collect money just now; I know jt.”
Smith—“ Have yon tried to collect and
failed?” Jones—“Oh, no.” Smith—
“ How, then, do you know that money
is hard to collect?” Jones—“ Because
several people have tried to collect of
me.”—Yankee Blade.
—A red-cheeked young man with a
Marlborough hat and a diffident air
sat in a Niagara-street car last night.
A tall girl with a fur-trimmed cloak
and a pair of rougish eyes sat next to
him. This state of affairs continued
until Jersey street was reached. Then
the young woman rose to leave the oar
She stepped full and fair on one of the
red-cheeked man's feet. “Ouch!” said
the young man. “I beg your pardon,”
said the young woman prettily. The
young man blushed and moved nnoasle
,ly in his seat; then he stammered,
“You are perfectly welcome.” And the
conductor laughed.—Buffalo Express.
NO. 22.