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1 Gave Hl* Convert* Mountain Dew.
Mnae Aiken, Kentucky's famous
moonshine preacher, who died some
time ago, is to have a monument.
Aiken was the author of that expres
sion much used by ministers to-day,
**l)on’t do as I do, but do as I say.”
lie converted many of the mountain
eers, and always after a penitent had
professed conversion he would take
him aside and present to him n bottle
of ‘‘mountain dew." After services
Aiken frequently withdrew to his still
and manufactured his ‘‘moonshine."
He escaped the revenue officers for
years, hut was taken at last In his
grist mill, where he had secreted a
•till. He was over eighty years old
At the time. —Carlisle (Ky.) Mercury.
TT>o irulfirn of thin paper will tic pleaded to leam
Uial ihcie in »l Iciut out) (li'-adi'd (Urn ane liiut acli aoe
la« ber.ii able to cure In »H tin m;o, and ib.il l«
UaUrrli. Hall’i Caurrh Cure I* the only p<>«lilva
ture uoir known to tlio mulli.il fraternity. Catarrh
if Inn • ColiatltutlonKl dlMraae. rei)iilruH a cnnailtu-
Horn'! treat meet. Ilall'a Catarrh Cure I* taken In-
Uruallr. Mtlag 4ifM( ly a poo tin- kkn I and r.tucoua
turfacea of iho ayt-iein, thereby destroying the
wundatlon of the dNeaae, and riving the patient
& rent-th by building up the con»tllull<>n and tulip
g nature In d dug U» work. The pr prletors have
to Such f.ilih In I t curst.ve powers ttiat they offer
bcc IluiiJri I It -liar* for any c.. u that 1; Uiu to
tore. Rend for Met of te-Mrwital*,
Addreaa K. J. CHKNKY <fc CO.. Toledo, 0.
►oiu or ail irruggiata. .ao.
Talte ilall’a family I’llla for couattpatloa.
Urady—Grogan do be afther tellln’
mo that hia lad Terry do bo sthage
■thruck.
Dugan—Do ye* think the gosoon
could support himself as an acthor?
Grady—Ol’ve no doubts uv It. Why,
Ivry tcime 01 Ivor asked him t’ have a
dhrlnk he steered me up a--;aiPßt a free
lunch that would make Jawn D. Rocky
fellor ato. —Puck.
“Anyway, there's no marrying in
fcoaven, ’ growled the old bachelor
passonger as ho glared fiercely at the
bridal couple across the aisle.
‘Well, I don’t care,” retorted the
blushing bride, as she nestled her
bead on the manly bosom of her ac
complice, "there's heaven in marriage,
tnyway."—Chicago News.
i FRAUDS IN A BALE OF HAY.
According to an articlo in tho Cincinnati
Commercial, a fifty-one pound stone was
Cjentlv found in ilmt city socrotcd in a
loot nay of eighty pounds.
This is not as bad as finding a lump of
lead of nearly*one-half tho weight of tho
polid gold watch case secreted in tho cen
ter of the case.
Gold watch cases are sold by weight,
and no one can see where this lead is se
creted until tbo springs of the case aro
taken nm and the lead will bo found se
creted behind them.
These wises are mnde by companies who
Erofess to Ihj honest but furnish the moans
> the dishonest to rob the public. It is
toot pleasant for anyone to find that ho hus
lugged u lump of lead In his watch case.
Another trick the makers of spurious
solid gold watch cases is to stamp tno case
“U. 8. Assay.” The United States does
not stamp any article made out of gold
•nd silver except coin, and the fakir, by
Effing this stamp, wants to make the public
elieve that the government had something
flo dowiththo Stamping or Kuurauii-ifing
41io fineness of watch cases. v >
Another trick of the wutch fakir is to
advertise a watch descrilied as u solid gold
filled watch with a twenty or twenty-five
(gear guarantee. These watches aro gen
erally sent C. O. IT,and if the purchaser
has paid for the watch ho finds that the
Company which guaranteed the watch to
wear is not In existence.
The Dueber-Hampden Watch Company
Of Canton, Ohio, who are constantly ex-
Gsing these frauds, will furnish the
moa of the manufacturers who are in
this questionable business.
Always Out of Season.
"Who is this man who is telling us
ghat he has found • way of extermin
ating mosquitoes?
“He’s the same man who last July
was exulting over the fact that he
had found a cheap substitute for coal.
—Washington Star.
Than whom there is no better Potato
FJxpert in the Country, says: “Salzer'a
Earliest Potato is the earliest of 3H ear
liest sorts, tried by me. yielding 464 bu.
g>er acre.” Salzer’s Early Wisconsin
Wielded for the Rural New Yorker 736
l*u per acre. Now Halzer has heuvler
yielding varieties than above. Bee
Sulzer’B catalog.
and this notice to the John A. Satzer
Feed Co., La Cronse, Wls., and receive
lots of farm seed «amples and their big
catalog, which Is brim full of rare
things for the gardener and farmer,
easily worth 1100.00 to every wide
awake farmer.
It describes Salter's Teoxinte, yield
ing 100,000 lbs. per acre, of rich green
fodder, Balzer's Victoria Rape, yielding
60,000 lbs. of sheep and hog food per
acre, together with Balter's New Nn
tlohal Oats, which has a record of 300
t>u. per acre In 30 states, so also full
description of Alfalfa Clover, Giant In
carnat Clover, Alsike, Timothy and
thousands of other fodder plants,
Grasses, Wheat, Speltz, Barleys, etc.
|W\ N. U.)
I At a Bargain.
Madge— They say she got that gown
•he ia wearing at a bargain.
Dolly— l shouldn’t be surprised. It
looked as if It was half off. —Town
/Topics.
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FARMERS ORGANIZE.
What promises to become a most power,
ful factor in the produce markets and from
which farmers will reap Immense benefit,
took life in llic organization of the Farmers’
Gw.in and Live Stock Commission Co., at
Chicago, 111. This Company will handle
shipments of grain and stock at all the pri
mary markets, will have teoding stations
Cor stock, and will operate elevators, eta
The project has a strong backing from in
fluential farmers and business men and will
•e doubt reoeive universal endorsement.
Exceptions Possible.
Bad Boy —Teacher, do you think we
•ascended from monkeys?
Teacher —I hope not, Rodney. I
would rather think that moßt of us as
eended from them. —Chicago Tribune.
ill YE Mr—mntty coryt r- flti nr mrmniin** «nns
• ll® BiW d*r‘. OM oi Dr. >. tins'* ilmt N»r»* Hrator*
mg, SMd for FRKK M 3.00 tru; butii* >ud tre*ti«a*
Em sum SUMS, LUL, Ml Arch Strwa, PMUctelahla, fa
Doing good by example Is a vary
How way of Instituting reforms.
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SIOO Reward, SIOO.
His Route Laid Out.
Bhe Was Satisfied.
Fraud* In Watch Cases.
Tb« Kdltor of th« Rural Nrw Torkw
JUST SEND lOe IN STAMPS
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CHAPTER XXXIX.
“I Will Try."
Throughout Blackcastle a great awe
reigned—that awe which seems the
special tribute wo pay the King of
Terrors.
Every one walked lightly, and spoke
very softly, as thought fearful of dis
turbing tne repose of the quiet sleep
er who lay among them.
Cyril Carrington arrived from Lon
don by the noon train. With him were
some old friends of the dead man, who
came to superintend the final arrange
ments, and accompany the remains
back to London, where they were to
be Interred in the family lot of the
Brackens.
Cyril, hurrying through the hall,
coated and capped and travel stained,
came face to face with Cynthia Len-
Ile suppressed the Inclination he felt
to cry out at sight of her.
“Why!" he exclaimed, "how wretch
ed you arc looking!”
She looked up at him and shook her
head with a faint laugh.
“What a compliment for a gallant
gentleman to pay!"
“I never pay you compliments.” ho
said, In a low voice. “I know you too
well to think you would accept such
dubious homage. But positively, you
are looking 111. All this excitement Is
proving too much for you!"
“Oh, no!" with resolute brightness—
“l am quite well, Indeed!"
But despite herself, she felt a slight
thrill of pleasure as she heard the
tender anxiety in his voice.
“How is aunt?" he questioned.
“She Is greatly shocked and de
pressed. She has not left her own
room yet. What time do you take him
up to London.? 1 see you have brought
strangers with you.”
“Yes. Wo go up by the 3 p. m.
train."
“To-day? Not to-day?”
“Oh, yes, to-day. His friends insist
Of course, as he was a guest at Black
castie, I shali accompany them and re
main till ull is over.”
“You will find lunch in the morning
room,” she said, turning away. “I
must go anu meet those gentlemen;
they look bewildered! Hospitality and
courtesy seem rarely themselves on
such an occasion as this!”
"Walt—l will introduce them,” Cyril
said, turning to and walking with her
to whero a small group of gentlemen
were clustered by the great mullioned
window, talking in subdued accents.
They paused in their conversation
and doffed their hats at sight of Cyn
thia.
Cyril made them known individually
and the girl received them with the
easy, stately grace natural to her.
Half an hour later she caught sight of
the chief of police as he passed through
the hall. She called to him, and he
called quickly at sound of her voice.
She flung wide the door of the little
room at the foot of the stairs —the
room whero Lady Carrington had told
Laurio Lisle about the woman her son
had loved.
“Just a few moments, Mr. Lynn. 1
want particularly to speak to you.”
Ho came in, closing the door behind
him, closing the door behind him, and
stood before her, his hat in his hands,
respectfully attentive.
He listened during the first part of
her rapid, direct, logical speech in
smiling incredulity, now and then neg
atively shading his head. But as she
proceeded, the smiles and shakes grew
lev? frequent, and finally conned alto
gether. Ho looked up at her with deep
ening Interest.
“You don’t for one second suppose
that, a frail slip of a girl like Miss
Lisle —putting her personality out of
the quesi.on—could kill him, a strong,
agile, athletic man? And if it could bo
proved—”
“Well, about her being such a slip
of a girl,” Mr. Lynn ruminated. “I don't
boo that that is such a strong argu
ment. Of course, speaking as I do
now, I aho put Miss Lisle’s personal
ity out of the question. Good heavens,
Miss Lennox, you’ve no idea —no idea
how strong a delicate woman can be
when the case at stake means the pay
ment of an old grudge! We police
officers see enough of that sort of
thing to make us chary of our chari
table suppositions . Now, suppose he
was writing, and some one slipped
noislessly behind him with • sharp
dagger— “
“Oh. Mr. Lynn!” the girl cried, Im
patiently; “don’t you see how improb
able is all that which you are trying
to force yourself to believe? There was
a struggle—a sharp struggle. CjiiM
she have for one moui.nt have resist* j
him when discovered? Ask yourse t
if, in the light of common reason, such
a suspicion savors ever so slightly of
probability!"
“But if first wounded —”
“He was not at first wounded?" sfcs
asserted, convincedly. “If he had been
there would have been blood stains
around the room. It is a very large
apartment and things are upset and
disturbed in the remotest corners,
where the frantic fight must have pen
etrated, but only on and immediately
•round the spot where he fell is there
blood! This proves conclusively that
the dagger wound wm lnfllctod after
the struggle bad taken place. And ,as
I have remarked, the girl who could
conquer in sacii a hand-to-hand com
bat must be a very amazon. Now, do
you see?”
"By Jove,” Mr. Lynn hazarded,
glancing up admiringly, “you’d made a
fine detective! No —no offense. Mis 3
Lennox!” in sudden trepidation.
“I take none,” she said, gently. "But
now, Mr. Lynn—now that jou see how
absurd is Mr. Stack's opinion in this
case—you will surely discover how
probable Is the supposition 1 advance.
Just consider itu chief pcinte one mo
mem."
Five minutes later he paused and
looketl back at her, his hand on the
door knob.
“I’ll do it, Miss Lennox. I’ll see my
men and help you as far as is in ray
power. There may be sometl ing in it.
For your friend's sake, 1 hope there is
If there happened to he," he added.with
a roguish twinkle in bis eyes, wholly
out of place with the ghastly case In
question, It would be a great thing to
beat their boss London detective, who
seems io think all we rural officials
are deaf and blind —wouldn’t it, now?"
"Indeed it would!” Miss Lennox an
swered, heartily, rejoiced to have an
ally, and humoring his professional
pride. "It would be a splendid local
victory!"
CHAPTER XL.
“Clivel"
One o’clock.
How time was flying. At two they
would arrive. All preparations rela
tive to the Journey were being made,
swiftly and noiselessly. Quick brains
wrought out the plans, issued orders
and decided doubts. Deft hands
obeyed.
Here and there moved Mr. Lynn,
whispering to his men and intently in
tent on his own business. Once, when
Mr. Stack passed him, arm-in-arm
with a brother detective from London,
he chuckled hopefully and curiously to
himself.
Two o’clock!
And the hearse was at the door, tho
carriages in line, the casket lid screw
ed down.
Half-past two! And the little cor
tege moved down the avenue—a sol
emn. gloomy procession.
Overhead the dull December
still lowered broodingly. Underfoot,
the snow was thawing, and it splashed
the sleek horses at every step. Over
all, a shrill wind shrieked in spiteful
Jubilance.
The bend of the avenue was reached.
Round it swept the hearse, the nod
ding plumes, the funeral train.
The servants, watching from the
windows of the groat house beyond,
sighed with relief as the last carriage
disappeared, threw open the shutters,
drew up the blinds and went about
their customary duties with voices a
little louder than usual, because so
long subdued.
Thus Cuthbert Bracken went forth
from Blackcastle! About four o’clock
a knock went echoing through the
house.
Cynthia Lennox, slowly ascending
the stairs, paused to look back as the
footman opened the door
“ Miss Lennox,” she heard Mr. Bow
ers’ smooth voice say, interrogatively.
My compliments to Miss Lennox, and
could I Bee her for a few moments?”
He came into the hall, closely fol
lowed by a stranger—a big, awkward
lout of a fellow, tanned and bearded—
a sailor, undoubtedly. His dress and
bearing betrayed that.
Cynthia turned and retraced her
stops as she heard her name spoken.
“Mr. Bowers, you wished to see
me?”
“My dear Miss Lennox—yes. So it
is true, then, that the—ah, the re
mains, have already been conveyed to
London?”
“Yes; the yhave gone.”
“Our trains must have crossed. I
had no idea they would proceed so
soon. The first I heard of it was from
the lodgekeeper, and I was amazed—
positively amazed! However, that is
not what I earns down about. Keen as
is my regret at this unfortunate and
deplorable daath of my honored client,
and eager as I am to see that death
avenged, still it is unnecessary to ex
plain to you that a lawyer and his
work are iussolubiy bound together,
and that —ah—neither can stand still
even on an occasion so mournful and
exceptional as this.”
“The former can’t, to a certainty,"
Cynthia said to herself, as the little
lawyer fidgeted around In nervous im
portance. “Good gracious! what is
the men driving at?”
But she only looked at him in hope
less mystification.
"And so, anxious to determine the
Identity of the new claimant of the
Atherton estate as soon as possible. I
came down here to-day for that pur
pose."
“Oh. you did!” Cynthia agreed, con
siderably enlightened. “How do you
propose to do so?”
The man of law compressed his lips
and knotted his brows Into an im
pressively profound expression of
wisdom.
"My dear Miss Lennox." he whis
pered ponderously, “it was a most re
markable—a most remarkable occur
rence. One might almost call It phe-
notnenal. You know I left yesterday
afternoon to go up to London. Almost
arrived there, I alighted at a station to
procure some refreshment, and found
the murder at Blackcastle. news of
which had of course been telegraphed
along the line, the chief topic of con
versation. While there another train
dashed dp from an opposite direction
to that in which lay my intended route.
And among the passengers who serged
into the waiting room was —this man!”
With a graceful wave of his hand,
Mr. Bowers indicated the hulking fig
ure looming behind him, who acknowl
edged the introduction with a nod and
a grin.
"Well, tho talk went on among the
group by the bar, and one word caught
the newcomer’s ear.
‘“Did you say Bracken?* he asked,
stepping forward.
“ ‘Now you’ve struck it. The ramo
of the murdered man was Bracken —
Cuthbert Bracken, mate,’ they an
swered him.
‘‘‘l knew him!’ he cried. 'We es
caped together from the Dolphin when
she burned last September.’
“That was enough for me. I felt
like a detective when I Jumped up and
grabbed him
‘“You’re my man!’ said I. ‘or rather
I’ll make it worth your while to be.
What women were aboard the Dolphin
during tho trip you speak of?*
“Only two,’ he answered. ‘An old
lady named Mrs. Grey, and a young
lady named Miss Lisle. You see it
was a sailing vessel which belonged to
the young woman’s grandfather.’
“ ‘Was there only one young lady?’
I asked, for you remember Mr. Brack
en had told me there were two. He
asserted positively that there was only
one. ‘Would you know her again if
you werG to see her?’ I asked.
“‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I saw but very lit
tle of her till after the ship blazed;
but I had a good look at her then, and
I’d know her among a'thousand.’
“So, there, Miss Lennox, you have
the case in a nutshell. This man can
cerainJy identify her —the new claim
ant.”
Miss Lennox smiled Involuntarily as
he paused, red in the faee and qulto
breathless. A veiy capacious and
well-filled nutshell, his!
There was the sound of a woman’s
footsteps descending the stairs.
Mr. Bowers turne dhastily to the
sailor.
"Hark! Draw back and watch.”
The man stepped behind the statue
of a mail-clad knight.
Baby Earle’s trim figure came into
sight, crossed the hall and entered the
breakfast room.
The sailor stepped forth again.
"Was that she?” Mr. Bowers ques
tioned.
He shook his head emphatically
"No," he declared, decidedly, if un
grammatically; “that warn’t her!”
From the corridor above came tho
tones of a sweet, silvery voice, evi
dently in response to a question.
"No, I am not looking for Miss Dent.
I am trying to find Miss Lennox. She
must be down stairs!”
“That’s her!" the son of Neptune
cried, promptly and confidently.
“That’s—”
"Wait!” the lawyer whispered. "Not
so loud! Wait till you see her!”
A girl was coming down the stairs—
a girl small, slender, dark-clad, with
two»long, bright braids of heavy hair
falling below her waist, and a lovely,
childish, high-bred face.
"Oh, that’s her,” the man repeated,
in a tone of perfect conviction. “By
George! it’s* not hard to remember
that face! Young women like she
don’t grow on every bush. That’s her,
sure!”
“Very well!” Cynthia said. “Now
go down the hail to a passage which
turns to your right. Keep straight
along till you reach the servants’ di
vision. Say Miss Lennox sent you
down to dinner ”
He started off obediently, nothing
loth at the prospect of a comfortable
meal.
Mr. Borers went forward to the foot
of the stairs and intercepted Laurie.
She started as he addressed her.
"Miss Lisle,” he stammered, “I want
to speak to you!"
She stood and listened as he con
tinued his embarrassing explanation.
Out of his extreme confusion she was
beginning at last to elicit the real
state of affairs, when a carriage
whirled past the window and drew up
before the door.
A moment later there came a brlsa
knock.
They dr«w back a little—the ladles
and Mr Bowers—as a footman Hung
back the portals to admit Mr. Stack,
his fellow official and a policeman.
The first-named held a folded paper
In his hand. The wide, rugged, raf
tered hall was growing shadowy with
declining daylight, as Cynthia Lennox
stepped forward to meet them.
Mr. Stack deliberately unfolded the
document he held.
“I am very sorry, Miss Lennox, to
be obliged to resort to extreme meas
ures In this most peculiar caso. (
have been as lenient as porslble. Uut
I have to-day received Instructions
from my chief In London, in view of
the very strong presumptive evidence
against the suspected, to have legal
authority enlisted on our behalf, and
to Immediately thereafter formally ar
rest the accused and convey her to
Darglott jail. Hero is the warrant
from a magistrate of your county, au
thorizing the proceeling. It only re
mains for me to do my duty.”
It was a weary, horrible rlgamarole.
“What is ail tils about?” Lady Car
rington cried, coming slowly down the
polished stairs, wan and bloodless as a
spectre.
But wher. they had explained it to
her she sat down weakly, speaking
never a word.
”1 will go with you!” Laurie Lisle
said, quietly, and looking around with
blue, unterrifled eyes. ”1 am innocent
l have nothing to fear.”
Cynthia Lennox came swiftly for
ward and clasped ths girl’a slender
bands in her firm hold.
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“It Is Infamous 1 I believe In you—
I love you! You know that! Are you
really resolved to go?”
“Yes. You are far more nervous
than I. I am so secure in the confi
dence of my own guiltlessness that I
am not at all afraid- Will you bring
me my wraps?”
And when Cynthia had brought
them, in loving, helpless obedience,
and wrapped them about her, the girl
looked up at her with a bright, sweet
smile.
”1 want to leave you a message,”
she said. “If Clive comes, as I know
he will, tell him how dearly—how
dearly she loves him —the girl he left
behind him!”
“I will!” Cynthia said, fervently,
and bent and kissed tho fair young
face.
’’Ready?” queried Mr. Stack.
She bowed assent.
He opened the great doors, and flung
them wide.
Mr. Bowers, stamping up and down
in useless agitation, stood and fairly
gasped:
“One moment!”
Laurie was bending over my lady,
and bolding out her hand in mute fare
well But even as she stood so, a cry
—a wild, fierce cry—cut the silence
like a lash:
“By heaven, you shall not take her!
She is not guilty! Take me!
That voice!
Out of the snowy world beyond,
across the threshold, into the great
peopled hall, a man staggered—a man
magnilleently statured, splendidly pro
portioned, but gaunt, ha"gard, poorly
clad —a man with a grand, Greek face,
olive skinned and flashing eyed. In
one hand he swung a gleaming dagger
high above his head.
There was a second—barely a sec
ond —of Intense silence. Then Laurie
Lisle leaped forwa.il with a cry which
pealed through the old house and out
into the dying daylight—a cry ringing,
tremulous, passionate. Just one word:
“Clive!”
(To Be Continued.)
Why the Lord Made So Many.
On Lincoln’s lips the words that
often came were these. “The common
people.” To those who lived with him
and talked with him, especially dur
ing the Civil v ar, it seemed as if ho
could never cease thinking of those
who were just human beings, unlet
tered, unknown, inglorious. A con
gressman from a Western district ap
proached him during his term as pres
ident and apologized for presenting a
petition from his constituents because
they were very common people.
"Well,” said Lincoln, pleasantly,
"God must lo\e the common people,
he’s made so many of 'em.—Success.
A Dangerous Task.
"Some of our proverbs are not only
foolish, but positively dangerous,”
said the Simple Soul. "Now, there’s
that one about ’he who runs may
read.’ ”
"What’s the matter with that?” de
manded the other.
"Well, I tried to read while I was
running once, but I tripped over a
ditch and nearly broke my neck.”—
Philadelphia Ledger.
Plot and Counterplot.
Nell—You and Jack Sterling seem to
be quite chummy these days.
Belle—Yes; Jack’s a good fellow.
He’s going to marry May Simpson in
a month or so.
Nell—l knew they were engaged, but
I thought she was growing cold.
Belle —Oh, she’s warming up now.
I’ve been giving her the impression
lately that I wanted him. —Philadel-
phia Record.
A Kind Employer.
Clerk—l am to bo married shortly.
Couldn’t*you manage to increase my
salary a little?
Employer—Couldn’t, really. But I’ll
I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you, my
boy. I’ll shorten your hours during the
first three months, so that you can
spend your evenings at home, and
after that I’il lengthen them again, so
that you will have an excuse to get
away. —New York Weekly.
His Failing.
"Julia,” said the living skeleton to
the fat lady, "why don’t you go over
and sit with the ossified man awhile.
Poor fellow, he would appreciate hav
ing a lady to talk with.”
"Oh, he wearies me,” sniffed the
fat lady, "e can’t talk to a girl four
minutes without wanting her to hold
his hand. He's too soft for any use.”
—Judge.
It Interfered.
“How did Bluster happen to let all
Ms business get away from him?”
asks the sympathetic friend.
“Oh," explains the hard-headed ac
quaintance. “he got so busy writing ar.
tides on 'how to succeed’ that ho
didn’t have time to look after his own
affairs." —Judge.
Knew Paris.
BobsoQi—l see that a Parisian coun
tess Is obliged to earn her living at
the washtub. Too bad isn’t It?
Deacon Bingle (who knows some
thing about Paris)—V/clI, I don’t
know; those Par*°!an washerwomen
seem to be a decidedly JoLy lot.—
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
With a Sweeping Bow.
“I will go down the chimney first, If
you don’t mind,” said the polite chim
ney sweep.
“Oh. certainly, c„ot yourself,” re
plied his equally courteous assistant.
—Sphinx.
Behind the Bcenes.
The Manager— Who is that ™« n
over th*™» the wings?
Tho Leading Lady (complacently)-^
Oh. that la my angel.—Judge _
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A Professional Nurse Tells Her E»
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A Personal Grievance.
Wilfred —Maw, stop that bad boy;
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Mother—Certainly, Willie, dear. He
has no business to do anything of the
sort.
Wilfred—l should say not. I want
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