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8YNOP8IS.
.Major Lawrence, won of Judse Law
rence of Virginia. whose wife was a Lee.
Is sent on u perilous mission by Gen.
Washington. Just after the winter nt Val
ley Forgo. Disguised In n British uni
form Lawrence arrives within the enemy’s
lines. The Major attends a great fete
and saves the "Lady of the Blended
Rose” from mob. Ho later meets the girl
at a brilliant ball. Trouble la started
over a waltz, and Lawrence Is urged by
his partner. Mistress Mortimer (The Lady
of the Blended Rose), to make his escape.
Lawrence Is detected as u spy by Captain
Grant of the British Army who agrees
to a duel. The British Army who agrees
friends and the spy makes a dash for
liberty, swimming a river following a nar
row escape. The Major arrives at the
shop of u blacksmith, who Is friendly, and
knows the Lady of the Blended Hose.
Captain Grant and rangurs search black
smith shop In vain for the spy. Law
renco Joins the minute men. Grnnt and
his train are captured by the minute men.
Lawrence Is made prisoner by an Indian
and two white men, who lock him In u
strong cell. Peter advises Lawrence not
to attempt to escape as "some one"
would send for him. Grunt's appearance
adds mystery to the combination of cir
cumstances. Lawrence again meets the
Lady of the Blended Hose, who Informs
him that he Is In her house: and that she
was In- command of the party thut cup
tured him. The captive Is thrust Into a
dark underground chamber when Captain
Grant begins a search of the premises.
After digging his way out. Lawrence
finds the place deserted. Evidence of a
battle and a dead man across the thres
hold. Col. Mortimer, futher of the Lady
of the Blended Rose, finds his home In
ruins. Capt. Grant Insists that Lawrence
be strung up at once. Miss Mortimer ap
pears, explains the mystery and Law
rence Is field a prisoner of war. Law
rence escapes through plans arranged by
the Lady and sees Grant attack Miss
Mortimer. Grant Is knocked out by Law
rence. who comes to Miss Mortimer's re
lief and then makes his escape. Captain
Grant’s base villany revealed. Lawrence
returns to Valley Forge, where h-nrns
more of Grant's perfidy. Washington
forces Clinton at battle and Lawrence gets
trace of Eric Mortimer. The battle of
Monmouth. Miss Mortimer defies Fagin.
and maddened by the man's brutal words,
shoots him and escapes. Immediately the
battle Is on. and Lawrence's party, out
numbered. are reduced to three men
when the arrival of the Camden militia,
with Farrell, completes rout of Fagln’s
party.
CHAPTER XXXIV.—Continued.
I experienced no great difficulty, my
strength coming back rapidly. There
was a wounded Dragoon leaning
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■ vmv Tin11 lay SUUTapeWQyl 1 fBvQ uu nu.
Without doubt this was the guard Fa
gin had stationed there. Duval paused
to help the wounded man, but Farrell
and I moved on across the dead guard
to the open door beyond. Colonel
Mortimer, unable to move, was
propped up on his pillow, one hand
grasping a pistol. With shaking arm
he levelled it at us.
“W’ho are you? Quick, now!” hr
quavered. "I’ve shot one, and I'm good
for more.”
"You know me. Colonel,” and Far
rell stepped inside. "I am ‘Bull’ Far
rell; this is Major Lawrence." He
looked at us with dull eyes, his hand
falling weakly.
"Farrell—Farrell—surely, th« black
smith. What Lawrence? The—the of
ficer Claire knows?”
"Yes; he's a rough-looking object I
Colonel Mortimer Was Propped Up
on His Pillow, One Hand Grasping
a Pistol.
admit, but there has been a fight
down below, sir, in which he had a
share. We’ve Just cleaned out Red Fa
gin's gang. We came up here to tell
the good news to you and your daugh
ter.”
The Colonel’s head sank back upon
the mussed pillow.
"My daughter—Claire—she is not
here.”
“Not here!" I cried, aroused by the
admission "Did she not return to
you?”
"No; they came for her to go down
stairs —a tall man with a black beard,
and two others. They took her away
an hour ago, and I have seen nothing
of her since. I—heard the shots, the
sound of fierce fighting, but could not
move from the bed. Tell me. Major,
what has become of my little girl?”
“I do not know," I confessed, gaz
ing about in bewilderment. "She came
up the stairs. I am sure. It was Just
as the fight began, and I bad scarce
ly a moment to observe anything be
fore we were at it fiercely. She
Fagin down, and then ran.”
"Shot Fagin! Claire!"
"Yes; she was Justified. Had she
not acted so quickly I weuld have
done so myself. He was forcing her
Into marriage."
"Into marriage! With whom?”
"Captain Grant," 1 answered pas
sionately. "It was a deliberate plot,
My Lady
of Doubt
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although he pretended to be Innocent,
and a helpless prisoner. Later the
man fought with the outlaws against
us; after Jones was killed he even as
sumed command.”
"Hfe has been hand and glove with
those fellows from the first, Colonel,”
chimed in Farrell hoarsely. "I’ve
known It. and told Lawrence so a
month ago. I only hope he was killed
down below. But what can have be
come of Claire?”
"She never passed along here," In
sisted Mortimer, "for I haven’t taken
my eyes from that door.”
"Then she is hiding somewhere in
those front rooms. Come on, Law
rence, and we’ll search them.”
We went out hurriedly, leaving the
wounded man lying helplessly on the
bed, and stepped carelessly across the
dead sentinel lying In the hallway.
The memory of Peter recurred to me.
He was not the kind to desert his mis
tress at such a time. ' Stopping Far
rell, I stepped back to inquire. The
Colonel opened his eyes wearily at
souud of my voice.
“He is not here,” he explained slow
ly. “Both Peter and Tonepnh were
sent away to find a surgeon, and have
not returned. We anticipated no dan
ger here with Captain Grant present.”
1 ground my teeth savagely togeth
er, recalling the treachery of the lat
ter. his Insults to Claire, his deceiv
ing of Eric, his stealing of papers,
hoping thus to ruin his own Colonel,
his alliance with Fngln, his selling of
British secrets. Here was a villain
through and through and I hoped he
had already paid the penalty. If not,
I vowed the man should never escape.
But the thought of the missing girl
came back, driving all else from my
mind. She was in none' of those rooms
we searched, nor did we discover the
slightest evidence of her having been
there. As I stood in the door of the
deserted music-room staring helpless
ly about, a sudden possibility occurred
to me. Ay! that must be the truth,
i*ne *nffa TOffid flying up the - stairs,
frightened, desperate—so far as she
knew, alone against Fagln’s unscrupu
lous band. She bad not returned to
her father, or escaped by way of the
hall. Where then could Bhe have
gone? The secret staircase, down
which she had hurried me, and which
was known only to herself, Eric and
Peter. I gripped Farrell’s arm eagerly.
“You know this house well—did you
ever hear of secret passages in it?”
"I have heard It whispered in gos
sip,” he answered, “that such were
here in the old Indian days. Why?”
“Because It Is true. The girl hid
me here from Grant. And that Is
where we will find her. The opening
Is there by the false chimney, but I
have no conception of how it works;
she made me turn my back while she
operated the mechanism.”
He stooped down, and began search
along the fireplace, and I joined him.
Together our hands felt over every
Inch of surface. There was ’no re
sponse, not even a crack to guide us.
At last he glanced aside, and our eyes
met.
"Who knew of this beside Claire?”
he asked.
“Eric and the servant Swanson. She
told me she and her brother discov
ered It by accident through reading an
old memoranda."
"And the colonel is not aware of
Its existence?”
"I understand not Do you know If
the boy lives?”
He left the room, and I heard his
voice calling down the stairs, but did
not distinguish the words of reply. I
was still on my knees when he re
turned.
“He is alive, but unconscious. Law
rence. Do you consider It Impossible
for her to escape from here alone, pro
viding she took refuge in this place?”
“1 could find no opening, except un
derground. and that Is blocked now."
I shuddered at the thought. "Besides,
she must be In utter darkness, for I
used all the candles."
“Then we must get axes, and cut
our way in Walt here, and I will
bring up some of the men.”
I straightened up as he left the
room, and my eyes looked Into a
small mirror above the open grate.
Good Heavens! Could that be my re
flection! Bareheaded, my face streaked
with blood and dirt, my coat rags, my
shirt ripped to the waist 1 scarcely
looked human. In sudden burst of
anger 1 reached out and gripped the
mirror. Jerking it savagely. Then I
sprang back. Slowly, with a faint
click of the mechanism, the mantel
piece was swinging open.
CHAPTER XXXV.
A Confession of Love.
1 could scarcely believe my eyes as
the mantel swung slowly outward, re
vealing the black hole beyond. I
glanced about helplessly, and sprang
to the door to call back Farrell. He
was not In the upper hall, but as my
eyes swept Its length I remembered a
half-burned candle In the chamber op
posite. By the time I returned with It
lighted, the mantel had turned ou its
pivot, leaving the way clear. The nar
row wtnlr was vacant, stretching down
into the black depths. I listened, my
heart throbbing, but no sound came
from below. Could she be there?
Was there any other secret passage
by which Bhe could have disappeured?
I shuddered at memory of what it
meant to be shut up In that dismal
hole, without the companionship of
light. Fearful of some accident I
paused long enough to wedge a heavy
piece of furniture in the opening, and
then, shading the bit of candle, began
groping my way down. I hnd reached
the lower floor before the flickering
yellow rays revealed any evidence of
her presence. Then I saw a girl lying
head down upon the table. My hand
touched her arm before she moved,
but then she faced me, wild-eyed, the
pistol gleaming in the candle-light.
"Claire! Claire!” I exclaimed,
startled at her sudden movement.
"Surely you know me."
For the Instant she did not, her
eyes full of terror.
"No! no!” she cried hysterically.
"Oh, It cannot be! It Is a dream! You
—you—tell me who you are?"
I caught her hand, the pistol fall
ing to the floor, and placed the candle
stick upon the table.
“It is no dream, dear. I am Allen
Lawrence, and 1 have come for you.
I know I look disreputable enough, but
there has been fighting—surely you
know me now."
She caught her breath quickly,
clinging to me with both hands—her
eyes softening aa she studied my face.
"Allen —Allen Lawrence!” she re
peated softly. "Oh, I can scarcely be
lieve it true. Let me feel of you. I
I believe I was going insane—the
dark, the awful dark, and, and no way
out —no way out.”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” I whis
pered, drawing her to me. "I was hid
den here once, remember. But It Is
over with now.”
"But—how did you find away to
me? I—l never thought until it was
all over that I had shut myself In her©
to die. I was so frightened. I Just
ran jjmjdgjjmot conceive
She drew away from me, and again
hid her face on the table.
“Oh, but I can, Claire,” and I bent
over her, my hand fondling her hair.
"I was there in the hall below, ready
even then to act in your defense. I
heard all that was said, saw all that
was done."
"You—you were there?” sobbing out
the words. "You saw me kill him?”
"Yes, and hnd you delayed another
Instant I should have done It.”
"Then—then,” she glanced up, tears
dimming her eyes, "you do not blame
me? You do not think me a wicked
wretch?”
"I think you a brave, noble woman,"
I burst forth. "How could I feel oth
erwise? Look up. little girl; 1 want
to see your face. No, don’t shrink
back from me. There is no cause I
know the whole story without your
speaking a word. You QBked me to
come back to help you, and I came."
"Yes,” she whispered, “I know.
You have been so good.”
"Good! I loved you, dear. From the
moment I lifted you out of the way of
that mob in Philadelphia, I have loved
you. 1 did not understand much that
occurred, but I have never doubted
you. Now I realize the cause of your
masquerade and know you were Justi
fied. I can bring you good news—Eric
is not a traitor, but was a prisoner,
captured by Fagin, and held at Grant’s
request. We found him bound and
under guard out yonder, as we ap
proached the house.”
"And he Is here now?”
"Yes; he was hurt in the fight, and
is still unconscious, but will live.”
“His reputntion—"
"Is safe. Washington believes he
brought him the news of Clinton’s
route of march, and will never know
otherwise."
She arose to her feet, standing
straight and slender before me, the
flickering light of the caudle on her
face.
"Major Lawrence.” she began. “I
wish to get out of here—it seems like
a grave to me—but I must speak first
Oh, 1 am so glad l have accomplished
what 1 endeavored to do for my broth
er. Captain Grant tried to make me
believe him a deserter, but I would
not. When he failed to come back to
me as he had promised, I could hardly
determine what niy duty was. I knew
his plans, his orders, and the thought
came that I should carry these out
myself. We looked sufficiently alike
so that this could be done with little
danger of discovery- He had uni
forms concealed here, and I felt driven
to Impersonate him. I do not insist
that I did right; I do not know—only
it seemed right to me. Then—then"
her voice, faltered, "I met you, again
and again, and I—l began to doubt
myself. I had no one to confide In.
no one to advise me. I was simply
compelled to go ahead, and keep my
own secret. The only ones I knew I
could absolutely trust were our old
house servants.”
“You doubted me. even?”
“Yes, at first, but you must not
blame me. We met strangely; you
were a gentleman and an officer; I
felt sure of this, and was tempted oft
times to toll you my story. But before
I dared do so. you—you spoke of other
things and—and then I was afraid.”
"Afraid of what?" and I caught her
hand in mine. "That a knowledge' of
what you were attempting to accom
plish would turn me against you?"
Her eyes fell, shaded by the long
lashes.
"Yes; onoe, do you remember I al
most began a confession, when you
spoke of your old-fashioned mother,
and her conception of womanhood.
How could I tell you then that I had
dressed as a man, and played the part
of a spy? I—l thought you might de
spise me, and—and I wished so to
retain your respect. It was an acci
dent we were with Delavan that night.
We were endeavoring to waylay a
courier, and rode suddenly into his
party. I had to invent a tale on the
spur of the moment. Major Lawrence,
now that you know all, tell me the
one thing I must know before we Join
the others —would you wish your own
sister to do as 1 have done?”
“Not to pass through the dangers,
surely,” I returned eagerly, "but I
should rejoice at her loyalty, and be
proud of her. Claire, Claire, there
has never been In my heart auglit but
love for you. As Lady of the Blended
Rose, as daughter of a colonel of
Queen’s Rangers, even in the disguise
of a dragoon. I have never questioned
the depth of your womanhood. Once
I guessed you a British spy, yet ceased
not to love you. Am I to have my
reward? You know little of me, as
you say, but as an officer and a gentle
man, I ask you to repeat again what
you whispered to me once yonder un
der the stars —do you remember,
dear?”
"It was only to compel you to leave
me.”
‘‘And now It Is an Invitation to re
main.”
Her eyes were uplifted to mine.
Slowly I drew her toward me, her
arms were upon my shoulders, and our
lips met.
“I love you,” she said slowly. "Yes,
dear, I love you."
Above us, his head thrust through
the opening, Farrell called:
"Have you found her, major? Shall
I come down?”
"It’s not necessnry.”
"The colonel is half crazy, and the
boy is getting back his senses.”
We went up together, I bearing the
candle In one hand, and helping her
along the circular stairs with the
other. In the upper hall I glanced
below, but the bodies of the dead had
been removed. Farrell stood bare
headed. a great figure on his short
legs.
"This has been a fine night’s work,"
he said steadily, "the lust of Fagln’s
gang.”
"Dead?"
"Ay, and Grnnt with him—begging
your pardon, mistress.”
Her eyes glanced from his face into
Farrell Stood Bareheaded, a Great Figure. "This Has Been a Fine Night’s
Work,” He Said.
mine, and my hand-clasp tightened
It was thus we went In together, and
stood opposite the colonel’s bed.
[THE END.]
Child’s Clever Answer
An 8-year-old pupil In the eighteenth
district school showed a mentality
quite beyond her years in her draw
ing class not long ago.
The teacher read the children the
fable of the hare and the tortoise and
then asked them to illustrate it.
Little Sußan did her picture quickly
and easily and was the first to hand
one to the teacher. The teacher was
surprised to find nothing on the pa
per but a long winding path and a
solitary tree.
“Haven’t you forgotten to finish
your picture?" she asked of Susan.
"No." said the youthful artist. “The
hare has Just gone by and tbe tortoise
hasn't come along yet.”—Milwaukee
Free Press.
Question of Seeing.
Lady Gregory was discussing, in an
Interview in New York, her Irish
Players and their Irish plays.
"Some people. It is evident," she
said, "don't like our plays. Others
again, think that the plays of John M.
Synge and W. B. Yeats are works of
art —beautiful works of art. it is a
matter of eyesight.
"It Is like the two gentlemen on
the American liner who fell Into con
versation. One complained about the
monotony of his home, at Kilkee. In
SOME OLD TIME PREACHERS
In Pioneer Daye In Missouri Every Di
vine Carried a Gun With Him
to Church.
Nearly every pioneer preacher In
Missouri was aB expert in the use of
the riflo as any of the laymen, Bays a
writer In the Globe-Democrat. Serv
ices were usually held in a neigh
bor's cabin. Notice of a ••meeting”
was promptly and generally circu
lated, and the settlers attended, uni
formly bringing their rifles to guard
against possible surprises or to ob
tain game on the way to or from the
service.
The practice of carrying firearms
was not abandoned or suspended even
on the Sabbath. An old pioneer states
that on one occasion religious serv
ices were held in Saline county when
the preacher proclaimed the gospel of
peace with his hand and his clothing
covered with blood from a deer that
he bad killed and butchered on his
way to the meeting that morning.
The pioneer preachers labored with
out money and without price. They
gained their subsistence ns dfd their
neighbors, by the rifle and by their
daily toil in the clearings and the
corn fields
Rev. Justinian Williams, Methodist,
and Rev. Peyton Nowlin and Rev.
Thomas Kinney, Baptists, were the
first preachers In Saline county. They
preached on Edmonson's Creek, and
in the Big Bottom. "Old Man Now
lin." as he was called, was a sedate
gentleman, dry as to manners and ser
mons, but with a kind heart and good
Intention.
His colleague, Kinney, however, was
of a jovial disposition and very pop
ular. He was without literary at
tainments. but invariably provoked his
congregation to laughter. Nowlin
took him to task upon one occasion
for his levity. Kinney answered:
"Well, I'd rather preach to laughing
devils than to sleepy ones, as you do.
You make them sleep and I make
them laugh. My congregation will
pass yours on the road to heaven. 1
bet you a coonskin they will.”
Stone Venus 20,000 Years Old.
Prof. Camile Julian read a paper at
the last meeting of the french Acad
emy of Inscription describing the dis
covery in the Dordogne of the oldest
known representation of the human
form. The find was due to Dr. La
lanne, who has spent some time in
excavating in the grottoes of Laussel.
It consists of a piece of stone some
eighteen inches high showing a bas
relief -of a woman, and is estimated
to be at least 20,000 years old. The
figure has been named the "Laussel
Venus." Scientists believe the work
is of the Aurignacian epoch between
the ages of the mammoth and the
reindeer, when the artist would have
used sharpened flints as tools.
County Clare. But the other, knowing
the wondrous beauty of Kilkee, with
the wild Atlantic surges beating on
Its rugged coast with sublime
grandeur, said:
" 'lt may be monotonous—but wnat
a view you have!’
"'View?' said the Kilkee resident.
•No view whatever. Why. man. there’s
nothing at all between us and Amer
ica.’ "
Gravitation.
The great Newton himself did not
pretend to know what gravitation is.
He only knew that it existed and he
was able to prove how It acted, but
what It was in and or Itself he never
knew. Gravitation is a law of nature,
or & force acting in accordance with
a law of nature, and that Is all that
the wisest man is able to say about
It —unless he is prepared to talk non
sense. It Is like electricity. We know
perfectly well what electlclty itself
does, but what electricity Itself Is baf
fles the profoundest of scientists and
philosophers.
After Fighting.
Mistress—And be careful. Norah.
that my child doesn’t fight that little
German boy on our block New Nurse
—Certainly, mum Which nationality
do yez want him to be after flgfltia’?
WILD DOG IS SHOT
IN A HOLLOW TREE
Depredations of Animal Had
Terrorized Women and Chil
dren in Tennessee.
Bartlett, Tenn.—lnhabitants of this
place and surrounding territory who
have been thrown into excitement
during the past week over the appear
ance of a strange animal that ate
small dogs and pigs were relieved
when Information came to them that
it had been killed. It was a wild dog.
For over a week a posse of farm
ers has been tracking the animal
through Hatchie river bottoms. Early
in the morning they treed it in a hol
low tree. Setting fire to the tree they
6moked it out.
There was a short, brisk fight be
tween the dog and three men stand
ing near before it was killed.
The dog belonged to a negro living
Jn Hatchie river bottoms. He said he
There Was a Short, Brisk Fight.
captured it when It was a puppy and
'raised it. After the dog became old
enough to range for itself.'the call of
the wild got back into Its heart and it
went to the woods, occasionally re
turning to get something to eat, then
finally it deserted the negro altogether.
Parties hearing the dog howl and
bark thought it was a panther or wolf
that had been run to the high ground
by last spring's floods. It had been
Geen on different occasions leaping
over back yard fences with small pigs
In its mouth and frequently a full
sized chicken.
So thoroughly frightened became
parontß they feared to allow their
children to go to and from school un
protected. Men with shotguns fol-
Jo ved them, hoping they might get a
'good shot at the animal.
ROOSTER WAS TOO FAMILIAR
Became So Affectionate That It Al
most Bothered the Life Out
of Its Owner.
Carlisle, Pa.—William H. Stone
sifer, dealer in second-hand goods,
was nearly startled off his feet when
Robert Challis, a Wilkesbarre attor
ney and a former Dickinson collego
student, walked Into his store and
asked if he might borrow money on a
live rooster.
Challis, It appears. . had walked
Into the country while visiting here
and came across a rooster that he ad
mired.' The attraction was mutual
and the attorney purchased the fowl
Intending to take It home with him.
Before a day had passed, however,
the rooster became so affectionate
that it almost bothered tho life out of
him. It followed him around to his
meals, perched at tho foot of his bed
while he slept and became a nuisance
when it awakened him by early morn
ing crowing.
Challis, In a desperate effort to rid
himself of the bird, sought the as
sistance of Stonesifer and the trans
fer was completed, despite the fact
that the rooster strenuously objected.
This Is the first time that a rooster
has been pawned In Carlisle.
POOR, LEFT $400,000 ESTATE
Bequeaths All to Charity, and Sister
Who Was Ignored, Plans to
- Contest Will.
Brockton, Mass.—Known as a "poor
man," Horace William Howard, a re
cluse, had a fortune of nearly $500,000.
His will, filed for probate In court,
here, leaves $400,000 to charity, in
cluding $185,000 for the establishment
of a home for aged In Brockton and
large sums to the Brockton Hospital
and other institutions here.
Howard, who had only recently lived
in Providence, in a room for which he
paid only $1.25 a week, always dressed
poorly and seldom spent more than 15
cents for a meal. His only living rela
tive, Mrs. Maria P. Howard, a sister,
was not mentioned in the will. She
has announced she will contest It.
KILLS OLD CLUBFOOT BEAR
Idaho Farmer, After 17 Years’ Pursuit,
Finally Succeeds In Blaying
Big Bruin.
Idaho Falls, Idaho.—R. L. Scott, a
farmer living near here, has succeed
ed in killing a bear that he has been
pureulnr for seventeen years. Scott’s
first encounter with the bear came
when he set a trap for the animal
which had been raiding his larder.
One morning he found the toes of a
bear’s hind foot in his trap and some
time later noticed the tracks of the
wounded beur in the snow. The bear
remained in the neighborhood and be
came known as "Old Clubfoot."
Scott has made many hunting trips
after the bear and finally succeeded
in killing him a few days ago. The
carcass weighed 1,280 pounds.
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PARADOXICAL.
Jlw
‘Tve made a great discovery, papa.”
“Well, what is it?"
‘Tve found out that the heavy end
of .a match is the light end."
Incompetent Georgle.
Little George was six years old, and
the family was much interested in
having him start to school, but he in
sisted that, he was not going.
One day his grandmother said to
him: "Georgie, you are going to school
with sister this winter, aren't you?”
"No, grandma, I’m not going to
school at all. I can’t read, nor I can't
v/rite, nor I can’t sing, and I'd like to
know what good I’d do at school."
Jumped the Track.
“And Zens turned Niobe into a
stone.”
“Did they have motor cars in those
days, dad?"
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"This head work of yours is some
tiling of a tax, isn't It?"
"Yes; something of a poll-tax."
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He only is rich who owns the day
and no one owns the day who allows
it to be invaded with worry, and fret,
and anxiety.—Emerson.
An old bachelor gets a bad case of
stage fright every time he thinks of
marriage.
Agreeing With Her.
"I was a fool when I married you!"
"Yes, and you married a fool!"
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He's a good man who sleeps all
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