Elmore bulletin. [volume], November 19, 1903, Image 2

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ELMORE BULLETIN.
BY CHARLES PA8COR,
IDAHO.
MOUNTAIN HOME,
Goodness me! I'm afraid my crown
Isn't on straight!—I ou Dillon.
Pretty soon those fast pacers will be
going a mile In no time or better.
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Woman's greatest concession lies in
forgiving a man for her own offense.
In her energetic soared for trouble
Hungary appears to be getting quite
warm.
Victims of hay fever might be per
ir.cntly cured of it by going to the
Adirondacks.
y.
Allvo to the exigencies of the times,
the Ruaslana have just discovered a
new way to commit murder.
What is the difference betw-een
Langley and Santos-Dumont? Never
mind sending in the answer.
Grim old Oom Paul, tragic wanderer
from tho Transvaal, is in lonely retire
ment at Mentone—a sad reminiscence.
Prince Alert has taken time by tho
fgrolock and given it a closer haircut
than it ever before received—a 1:57
clip.
And now Mrs. Fish declares that
Harry Lehr is "an ordinary person."
Surely this Is the most unkindest cut
of all!
Tho experts to tho contrary not
withstanding, we hadn't noticed that
the number of "lobsters" had percep
tibly decreased.
Milwaukee and Cleveland havo had
flatiron buildings for years, but those
cities depend on other things to make
themselves famous.
Persons who think that football
players are all beef and brawn, with
no brains should take a day off and
try to learn the signals.
Poor MaJ. Deltnar! All he knows
about his wonderful performance in
equaling Lou Dillon's record Is that it
made him awfully tired.
Just because Sir Thomas did not
have to have an operation performed,
all Chicago Is talking about Its won
derful health-producing climate.
Tho child that was christened In
a lions' don will never become famous
enough to he lionized again, if thero
Is anything in the doctrine of hered
lty.
It Is well that the Alaskan boundary
question has come up when so many
other things are going on. Few peo
ple are asking to have it explained to
them.
George Vanderbilt is to leave Bllt
more because his employes pilfer.
Times must be ominous when George
Is compelled to practice such close
economy.
Attorney General Finley talked for
two days in the Alaskan boundary dis
pute. The United States made a great
mistake In not retaining Senator Mor
gan iu the case.
"Many
■n honest man fails because he is a
poor advertiser."
is perfectly frank as to tho secret of
his own success.
Mr. Wanamaker observes:
Mr. Wanamaker
If the time ever comes when the
novelists form a union, perhaps we
shall hare the Great Amalgamated
American Novel with the fifteen dif
ferent kinds of dialect.
The new game law, punishing the
hunter who happens to mistake a man
for a partridge, may afford some con
solation to the relatives, but it will
not benefit the lately deceased.
The Duke of Roxburghe sayt he Is
rich In his own right and wholly inde
pendent of Miss Qoelet's millions.
What a good time these young people
will have spending
money.
each other's
Geographer Reclus and Aeronaut Ca
ptizza are rapidly preparing for their
balloon voyage across the Atlantic.
It is to be hoped that these daring
scientists will not fall down when they
are half seas over.
Mr. Choate Is now dean of the dip
lomatic corps in London. With an
American dean of the diplomatic
corps and a new American duchess
added to tho list every few days, how
can they keep us down?
Rather than wed a German count
whom her mother had chosen for her.
Miss Daisy Crouse of Amsterdam, N.
Y„ elope«: with a Mr. Smith. Not every
girt makes a like choice when a title
of nobility dangles before her eyes.
It is aald to be on the program to
have the assassins of King Alexander
convicted and then pardoned by King
Peter. The king may know a good
thing when he sees It and refuse the
pardon after he has the assassins
safely locked up.
The backer of the enterprise to
bring Patti to this country has put up
$40,000 as a guaranty of his sublime i
faith In the memory of the people of
this country for singers who may
almost be said to have come down
to us from a former generation.
When a man says he is worried over
his business his wife seems to think
it wouldn't be that vay If he took her
advice about w arit.g a mutiler when
he went out in tho evening.
Eleven babies an hour are born on
Manhattan island and it cannot be
said that they are very particular
about selecting their birthplace.
If the price of steel trust securities
shall continue to decline Mr. Carnegie
may be forced ,o the extremity of call
Id some of his libraries.
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SCULPTOR'S WORK MADE EA8Y.
Objects of Art No Longer a Matter of
Skill.
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realms of polite learning with mo- ;
chanlcal appliances, and the lathe, the
wheel and power threaten to displace
chisel nnd the skill of the sculptor.
A whirl or the wheel and ail the
romance that has surrounded art for
ages Is no more. The art of sculptur
ing mechanically is said to have been
solved, at least so far as the making
of busts is concerned, by Slg. Auguste
Bontempl of Naples, and Sir Arthur
Conan Doyle, already famous in medl
Machinery is about to invade the
domains of art. Not satisfied with the
tremendous strides made in the com
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MACHINE. F<yR- MAKING
Marble, - busts at wgkk.
A
cine, in fiction and in war, has lent his
name to tills invention of what is con
sidered a remarkable machine. Conan
Doyle and W. O. Jones, also of Eng
land, have acquired all the British
rights to the Invention.
Tho machine consists essentially of
needle, or a revolving steel drill, which
Is worked hydraulically. Tho machine
is designed only for the purely me
chanlcal processes of the sculptor's :
art. One machine, it is said, can turn I
out as much work in twelve hours as j
It takos two months to complete by j
hand.
Of course, one's imagination can
run riot, as to the possibilities of this j
invention. It is said that when the j
Yankee improvements are made on it,
possibly the laurels of Michael Angelo
and Pygmalion will lie In danger, and
tho work of the golden ago ol Greek
and Italian sculpture will bo cleverly
imitated. Tho work tho machine doos
In seven hours, according to critics, is
astounding. Living models ate em
ployed and likenesses struck off in
marble that nro reported to bo mar
velous.
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THINK WELL OF AIRSHIP.
Stanley Spencer's Machine May Be
the Long Looked For.
There has been a great deal of In- j
terest attaching to Mr. Stanley Spen
cer's preparations at the Crystal Pal
ace for his airship trip around SL
Paul's, says a London (Eng.) dispatch.
The "ship" is the largest of its kind
to
constructed in this country, and much
more powerful than that used by M.
Santo-Dumont in ills flight round tho
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Eiffel Tower. The gas vessel is 93
feet long, and tho twenty-four horse
power motor can develop a speed oi
twenty-five miles an hour. The weight
of the whole apparatus is about 15
cwt., and requires 30,000 feet of hydro
gen gas to lift It. It has been inflated
with gas several times, and found to
work well.
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Doe Waited to Be Shot.
Fred Unger, a Sleeker (N. Y.)
teamster, was driving on the Glovers
ville road, when he saw a large doe
come out of the woods a few yards
ahead of his team and begin grazing
at the roadside.
Unger had passed a house some
distance back. He stopped his horses,
and as he was getting off his wagon
tlie doe looked up at him in a wonder
ing way and then resumed her graz
ing.
Unger hurried back to the house,
where he borrowed a gun. When he
got back to his wagon the deer was
still cropping the grass at the road
side. She heard Unger as ho came ,
hack, raised her head and gazed at j *
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him, but made no movement to
escape.
Unger fired and killed her where she
stood.
Done Out or a Fortune.
Says a Chicago publication:
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to Chicago with his mother-in-law was
taken hack to Michigan by the sheriff
when he might have n cured a profit
able engagement in the museum had
he stayed.
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Above is the artist's idea
Has Read Bible Often.
John Shuler, aged seventy-three, one
of the most highly respected citizens
of Hughesvllle, Penn., Is an ardent
student of the Bible. He has read it
through from Genesis to Rt
forty-three time
made it forty-four times.
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lations
and soop will have
STATUE OF RAMESE3 II.
Treasure Lately Unearthed in the
. British Museum.
By special permission of tlie direct
or of the Egyptian section of the Brit
ish Museum, I have Just been permit
ted to photograph for the first time
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having been stowed away as of no Im
portance in an obscure corner of the
museum for several years, has Just
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effigy of Ramoses II.—whom the Bible
calls Pharaoh—tho Egyptian tyrant
who persecuted the children of Israel,
writes a famous scientist. Thus we
have the first portrait of this famous
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j that this statue must have been taken
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monarch.
It is now authoritatively declared
tombs of the Egyptian
Kings. It was brought to the museum
from Egypt some years ago, but then
j Its genuineness was ealieil into ques
j tion.
ard fashion in tho rubbish room of the
institution, happened on the rejected
statue and had it brought out in the
daylight,
The other day, however, C. H.
Hendemondt, an Egyptologist of Eu
ropean repute, and Mr. Birch, the pres
ent head of the Egyptian section of the
museum, while poking around, haphaz
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After that It took them a compara
tively short time to satisfy themselves
beyond any doubt of the genuineness
of thlH likeness of the Egyptian ruler
who flourished 1333 years before
Christ, and whoso tyranny was resist
ed by Moses. The statue was prompt
ly added to the famous Egyptian room
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places of honor there,
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bat that ho claims would be useful in
uncertain climates,
and
it is telescopic
vorn shut in fair weather, but
when it rains It forms a complete cov
ering for the wearer.
Lightning Set Newspaper Afire.
Harry Garver, a stableman em
ployed at the Kansas Sclnxil for the
Blind, in Kansas City, Kan., was
»hocked by lightning while sitting on
a box In front of tho barn at the
school. A boy standing near, seeing
Garver fall over as though dead, ran
into the main building and called as
sistance. Several people ran to Gar
ver. but found him sitting up rubbing
his eyes. Dr. Wilkinson, who attend
ed Garver, found that lightning had
burned several places on his right
side. Tlie newspaper which Garver
was reading was set on fire and was
bttrnittg at his feet when the attend
ants arrived. -Kansas City (Mo.) Star.
Men as Housemaids.
In England a special $3.75 license is
required for the privilege of keeping a
man servant, and a londoner recently
arrested for failure to comply with
the law brought forward the novel de- I
fence: "He is my housemaid." There
seems to be an increasing tendency in |
London to employ men to do the work !
commonly assigned to housemaids, and j
The defense, how- I
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1 ever, was not accepted by the law.
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Not a handsome person, but better
than the demon you way see by look
ing at him upside down.
The Smallest Republic.
The sinailest of nil republics is that
of Tavaiora, established in the island
of that name off the coast of Sardinia.
It has a popuit
ty. including the president and his con
gress of six.
ât of fewer than six
First Use of the Dahlia.
The dahlia,was Introduced into Eu
rope for the value of its bulb as a
substitute for the Irish potato, which
it resembles when baked.
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BROTHER TO "CARDIFF GIANT."
Fake Petrified Man That Has tain
Long Unclaimed.
Attention is Ic ing directed to the
alleged remains of a petrified giant
which have been lying in the charge
of the I/mdon and Northwestern rail
way company for a number of years,
'''ho specimen Is 12 feet high, and is
was said to have been dug out of the
Giant's Causeway, after lying there
for centuries. Two showmen quareled
over its ownership, and left it with
the railway company. The iatter ap
plied to the conrts for leave to sell on
account of their charges, but they
were dismissed from the case. So the
giant was thrown Into Chancery. He
weighs two tons 15 cwt
soft grey stone. If he were what he
purports to be—the fossilized remains
of a once living man--he would fcc
one of the marvels of the world, in
finitely more wonderful than the bis
muth man in the British muBeum. "Ke
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"The Petrified Giant."
was carved out of rock at Garrick
fergus," says one of the few men
living who know the history of the
giant; and there seems to be little
doubt that he was a very clever fake.
—Ixmdon Telegraph.
MAN AND BEAR ON A LOG.
Man Willing to Give Bruin the Whole
Log, but Couldn't.
Conductor Dave Houston of the
Southern Pacific railroad, who is tak- j
ing a ten days' vacation at Seaside. J
had n thrilling experience with a big j
bear w-lilch he will not soon forget, j
He only told a few of the incidents, as ;
he desired to keep It quiet, but the
story leaked out. Conductor Houston \
is a great fisherman, and never lets an
opportunity slip to east the line. He ,
had hardly got settled at the seaside j
when ho went out on the Necanicum
river to havo a fish all by himself. He 1
made his way through the brush until
he camo to a log. one end of which j
projected out into the creek. "That's j
the very place," thought, the conduct- j
or, and, adjusting bis lino and pole, he
crept out on the log, where he found
himself comfortably perched above the
cool water of Necanicum creek. Hons
ton lighted his tried and trusty pipe
and then east his line. He fished and
smoked perhaps an hour without get
ting a bite.
Suddenly there was a movement in
the bushes back of him, and then he
felt the log he was sitting on tremble. I
Instinctively the conductor turned
around, when to his amazement he
gazed into the face of a black bear.
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The latter seemed to be sizing him up
and estimating how much of a meal j
the conductor would make, and whetb- |
er he would "scrap" when it came to i
the point,
seemed no escape. The bear sat com
plaisantly on the shore end of tlie log,
and it was not possible for Conductor
Houston to get past the monster. The
boar held him there for several hours
before a hunter came along and killed
the animal,
pounds
Houston now has a few more
hairs in his head as the result of his
experience.—Morning Oregonian.
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Parade of Geu. Booth's soldiers in
Yokohama, where many native con* j
! verts have been made.
New England's Immense Tree.
One of the largest trees in New
England is an elm on the farm of
Fred Stanley in Berwick. A foot from l
tho ground this tree, which was meaa
urod by William Harper Deering of
Saco, aged 91, is 35 feet and 11 inches
in circumference. If this treo were
manufactured into cord wood, it is es
timated It would make a pile four feet
wide, four feet high and eighty feet i
long. There is a lady now living who
says that her mother set the tree out '
and as near as can be ascertained it
was done in 1S00.
Celery and Lettuce Farm.
Orange Farm station, four miles
south of Goshen. N. Y.. has the largest
eelery and lettuce patches In the state.
The celery patch covers twenty-six
acres and is filled with straight rows,
some of them a quarter of a mile long.
The lettuoe bed comprises twelve
acres.
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Blacksmith's Large Practice.
Alvin Brown, blacksmith at Upper
Gloucester, Me., recently shod in c*uo
day seven horses from seven different
being
towns,
to reach the shop
THE KISS.
"He's going to kiss m#.'* wist tfcs maldJ,
And. in her roguish heart, she smiled;
And. deeper in the ambuscade.
Straightway with eyes and lips bo«
gulled.
A challenge was each dimple wee.
And becked each errant tress of hair.
While ran her mind, in wicked glee:
"The stupid thing! He doesn t dare!"
"I'm going to kiss her!*' vowed the man,
A'nd chuckled, and was 111 at eas*.
And fidgeted, and
To feel a weakness of the knees.
It seemed, somehow, a downright sham#
Deliberately to scheme like this,
And play so treacherous a game
Upon so innocent a misa!
The conversation fitful grow»;
Demure is sh« as any nun—
With sudden grit, the scratch he tore —
A start—a, smack-the deed is done!
("High time, the ninny!" she invefghs.)
("Well planned!" he sniggers, sheepish
ly.)
*'How dare you!" she rebukes, ablaze*
"I did It ere I thought!" pleads he.
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"Need some help?"
Job Allison straightened himself
from his stooped position, leaned upon
lus scythe and looked critically at his
Interrogator.
"What kin ye do?"
The young man placed his hand
upon the top rail of the fence and
sprang lightly over, saying carelessly;
''Oh, almost anything."
Again the farmer scrutininzed him
from head to foot. His lip gave a
slightly disdainful curl as he said, sar
castically:
"Ye'll find a scythe hangln' in thet
tree yander; git it an' see ef yc kin
keep outen my Way."
The young man soon returned, and
taking the proffered scythe-stone from
Job's hand, drew it along the edge of
the blade with a regularity, rapidity,
and recklessness that made Job's eyes
j open. Then, swinging lute* position,
J he asked: "Ready?"
j Farmer Allison nodded, rolled his
j sleeves a bit higher, spat upon his
; hands, and ordered: "lead out."
Tho /stranger "led out" with a pace
\ Job Allison had not tackled in twenty
years,
, scythes swung with perfect rhythm,
j Then the young man's athletic training
For a dozed rods their
came into play and in a few moments
1 Allison's pantings sounded in his
j and. finally ceased,
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like the puffs of a receding locomotive
As he threw his scythe out, at the
end, Allison turned and looked at the
swath, straight as a line; the path
smooth, clean and regular, then again
critically eyed the stranger.
"What mout yer name bo?"
"John."
Job had always prided himself on
not being "one of them fellers whose
tongues wag twice to their brains
once." He was not quite satisfied with
the answer, yet there was that mvs
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teilin us fellers how to farm. Why,
! Marier, she s that ashamed of him she
Mrs. Allison seldom argued with Job
on knotty points, it didn't pay. Be
man
j that checked further inquiry.
"Well, John, ye kin stay."
Three years later he had learned
these facts about that hired man:
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He was an indefatigable worker, an
! expert farmer, honest, reliable, and
his name was "John."
Up to ten years before the coming
of John, Job had been a prosperous
farmer. A few bad moves on the mar
ket chess-board, a few scourgings in
Solomon's school, learning that "He
that is a surety for a stranger shall
smart for it," and his fine three-hun
dred acre farm had dwindled to sixty.
"I tell you, Marier, I'm agin it—ever
lastingly and eternally agin' it. Fer
why? Because I'm getting old and
j can't work
the farm many years
j longer, and I'm opposed to Marthy
i marryin' any pig headed, highferlutln',
1 patent farmer as don't know the dlf
: ference atween u post-hole and a pig
| track. And him a settin' up on a high
I stool, with four walls around him, and
won't even tell his name."
sides, she knew that Martha usually j
had her way. |
T hey hain t no use talkin , he
! continued. i ve worked nigh on to ; e
■ fifty year a gittln' this farm, an' I per- f(
pose ter lea\o It to Martha ef under- ;
stan', Marier —I say ef—"
i "If what, papa?"
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I with laughter, completely upset her
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Scrutinized him from head to foot,
father's equilibrium a;
aelf at the- breakfast table.
"Why. I was jest a-teilin' yer ma -
that is, I was jest a-aayln - or, reether,
I was Juest a-goln' to say, ef you
warn't too dead sot about thet feller,
as how. mebby, it 'ud be better fer
.rou to wait a little while afore you
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*ud—"
"I'll ».ever marry Hugh Danely."
"By jeemlny, you shall."
"I will not."
Their eyes met; his determined,
hers defiant.
He laid his knife and fork beside
his plate, wiped his mouth upon the
corner of the tablecloth, and shaking
his finger at her threateningly, said:
"Martha, l don't allow no child of
mine to disobey me. Ef you don't
want to mind, you kin go. You under
stand"
She did understand; there was no
mistaking his meaning now; he was
desperately in earnest. She arose
from her seat, pale and trembling. It
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Strode up and down in a torrent of
passion.
was the last day of her annual six
weeks' vacation.
I-or five years she hid held a posi
tion in the Pension department al
Washington, and during this period
her father, through mercenary mo
tives, had persistently used his influ
ence to bring about a union between
his daughter and Hugh Danely, a
wealthy, but profligate young man,
who held a lien upon his remaining
property.
To Danely's woolngs and her
father's importunities she had turned
a deaf ear, pleading time in which to
decide this momentous question.
An hour later, as she stood waiting
for a conveyance to take her to the
station, her father said: "Marthy, Id
like to know what you've done with
all yer wages in these five years. 1
reckon ye ain't got no objections to
teilin'?"
"Oh! certainly not," she replied; "1
have loaned tho money to that 'pig
headed farmer,' who is spending it on
his education."
I "The devil you did! Then it's my
; opinion_"
The s ]n m D f the carriage door and
the rattle of wheels, caused that valu
able opinion to "lose its sweetness on
the desert air."
Fifteen years before, he had stood
j on those steps watching the receding
| form of a young boy. an adopted child,
until it was lost in the gloom of gath
; e r jng darkness. For some trivial of
f( , nso ho ha(1 drlven thig youth from
; him to battle alone with the world
; A few minutes later a little girl hur
j ried down the road, and throwing her
arms around the boy's neck, begged
hint to return.
But no. John Allen Wilberton would
make his own way through life, and
some day—ah, how young and old de
light to feast upon those delicious,
though deceptive, promises of "some
day."
"Going! Going! Going!"
Job Allison realized that the little
home, for which he had given the best
years of his life, was
from him.
surely slipping
He had written Martha,
asking her pa.Con fix his hasty words,
and begging her to reconsider her de^
cision, and, by marrying Hugh Danely.
save her aged parents from the humili
ation of the "iKior farm."
With his ear open to
of the auctioneer's
every sound
voice, he paced
nervously up and down tho
Would his letter reach her in time?
And would she answer favorably? f or
the hundredth time he stopped and
looked anxiously down the road.
"Gone!"
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Job's head sank upon his breast
he exclaimed, in the bitterness
pair. "I will laugh at your calamity."
Ha rail that this was a Just retribution
for his heartless cruelty toward littlo
"Al" and Martha.
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Great was his surprise to learn that,
through a pure
ing agency, the prop
erty had fallen ;<> John, who had left
his service a few
ys previous,
o., hi, front porch, with head
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despond
eecy, Martha s belated reply was hand
ed him. With reviving hope and trem
bling fingers, be tore it open. Its first
sentence caused his heart to sink. It
read :
•Dear Paya— I freely forgive you,
but cannot accommodate you by mar
ry Hugh."
He threw
down and set his foot upon It as
the inoffensive bit of
paper
If to crush it out of existence,
strode up and down In a torrent of
passion, muttering vengeance on the
whole human race.
As his anger subsided his mood
changed. His mind went back to the
time when there was no happier home
than that of Job Allison's,
wandered to the village churchyard,
where lay four of his loved ones.
Martha was the only child left to him,
and he had tried to barter away her
honor and her happiness. A choking
sensation came into his throat and
the hot tears coursed down his aged
cheeks as he remembered that he had
longer a home to which he could
ever again welcome her.
His eyes rested upon the unfinished
letter; he picked it up and read:
"Will be home to-morrow, to stay.
Have just married the 'pig-headed
farmer,' the hoy whom you drove from
home fifteen years ago.
himself 'John.' "
He
His mind
no
He calls
HIS SMOOTH TALK WASTED.
Book Agent's Wiles Lost on the
Strong-Eyed Woman.
The sad-faced young man knocked
timidly at the door of the house, and
presently it was opened by a woman
with a stony eye.
"I—I beg your pardon," said tho j
sad-faced young man in confusion. "I —>
see I have made a slight mistake. As
a matter of fact, I have here a most
remarkable work on 'How to Become
Beautiful and Remain So.' It's price
is $1, and
that such a work would be useless to
you who have the secret already. Per
haps. however, there may be another
of your sex in this house to whom the
priceless book would be of value?"
"Yes," said she of the stony eye;
"there is."
And she disappeared.
In a few moments she returned, and
with her came a fifty-pound bulldog,
with hay-window teeth.
The sad-eyer young man slid down
those steps like a thunderbolt in strict
training, and as he flew he heard tho
voice of the stony-faced woman:
"This is the only one in this house
your book's any good to. Next time
you come, talk to her, and don't try
l.lathersklting me. I'm too tough!"
But I can see. madam,
BOUND TO HAVE HER WAY.
Woman Comes From the Grave to See
Promise Is Kept.
A remarkable ghost story is told in
the parish of Burton Agnes, England.
There years ago lived three sisters of
the name of Boynton. The youngest
of the three exacted the promise from
the others that on her death her head
should be placed on a table in the
hall. She met with an accident short
ly after, which resulted in her death,
Her sisters neglected their promise
to her and she was buried, head and
all. But on the night after the burial
the hall was thrown into terrible con
fusion and the dead lady appeared to
her sisters with her head under her
arm. She upbraided them with their
neglected promise and, placing the
head on the table, disappeared. In the
morning the head was still there and
on the coffin being dug up the body
was found to be headless. Any at
tempt to remove the head was fol
lowed by disturbances during the
night. It was even buried at a dis
tance from the house, but was re
stored by the ghost. Eventually the
head disappeared, but the disturb
ances continue nightly in the hall.
a
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The Meeting of the Ships.
Two barks met on the deep mid-sea.
When calms had stilled the ttde:
A few bright days of summer glee
There found them side by side.
And voices of the fair and brave
Rose mingling thence in mirth;
And sweetly floated o'er the wave
The melodies of earth.
Moonlight on that lone Indian main
Cloudless and lovely slept;
While dancing step and festive strain
Each deck lit triumph swept,
And hands w-ere linked, and answering
eyes
With kindly meaning shone;
O. brief and passing sympathies,
Like leaves together blow-n!
A little while
Over the deep's repose.
Till the loud singing winds at last
I,ike trumpet music
And proudly, freely on their way
The parting vessel* bore;
In calm or storm, by rock or bay,
To meet—O, nevermore!
*h joy was cast
Never to bien«] In victory's cheer.
To aid In houiB of
And thus bright spirits mingle her#,
re formed below.
Such tie
—Felecla Hemana.
Wanted Tact.
He saw a cute little purse for car
fare and bought it for his wife.
"Guess what it is made of," said he
as he presented It.
She took the little purse and said
she could never guess, but wasn't it
sweet, and dear, and so thoughtful of
him to buy It. She thought it might
be velvet, It was so soft and lovely.
"I knew you couldn't guess," he
said triumphantly; "It's muse skin."
When he had disentangled himself
from the wreckage of the room he put
that purse back in his pocket a wiser
and a madder man.
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A Menace to Society.
The colonel—Well, hoys, this is ray
last night at the club. I've gotten to
be a fearful menace to society, so
there's nothing left for me to do but
go away and he a hermit for the rest
of my life.
The chorus—Why?
The colonel-Because I've lived
here so long I know everybody's fam
ily history.
The chorus-—What of that?
The colonel—And. confound it, I'Ve
got into the habit of thinking aloud.
or
a.s
do
Sing On.
Soon the shadows will be gone;
Si ml sing ".!
Night is drifting to the dawn;
Bout, sing on!
left
8 on the vales of morning blest,
Tired, yet thunkful. thou shait rest
With God's roses on the breast—
Soul, sing on!
»'rank L. Stanton. In Atlanta Constitu
tion.