PlrfCY H. VAN DYKE, Publisher mi Editor.
NEWPORT. • - ARKANSAS.
1 The Saving
\ of Will
5 By CHARLES WILKES. j|
BBB®as»sffi^ffla®!5®®®®aoaoo5m4a
(Copyright, 1903, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
OLD Gen. Lawrence was the proud
est man in all the commonwealth.
Coming from a long line of distin
guished ancestors, every generation of
whom had stamped the impress of
their personality upon the public life
of their da3', with direct progenitors
who had figured us leaders in the In
dian Wars of thejeolouists, signers of
the articles of confederation, and the
. -rfer-ffiration of independence, soldiers
in the war of the revolution, 1812, and
with Mexico, and distinguished states
men in the halls of legislation and the
counsels of the nation; added to this
a splendid record as an officer in the
great war of the rebellion—all these
things combined to give the old soldier
a pride of family and self and a bear
ing which, while it may have been at
times a trifle trying to tbe more dem
ocratic of liis neighbors, was admitted
by all to be to a great degree both
natural and legitimate.
Hardly less proud and exclusive than
the old general was his aristocratic
wife, for the Lawrences had ever been
mindful of their position in contract
ing matrimonial alliances and the
bluest blood in the state had been
passed to their children. The posi
lion of the Lawrences was freely ac
knowledged by their neighbors and the
community took a kind of reflected
pride in them.
Idealizing all Ihis the reader will
imagine the shock it was to the old
general and his good wife when his
second son, Will, wrote him from Cuba
that he was about to take unto him
self as wife a dark-liued daughter of
that island. It had been with the
greatest satisfaction that the old gen
eral had seen Will start away in the
uniform of a second lieutenant of vol
unteers at the outbreak of the Span
ish-American war. Charles, the eldest
son, was in Europe on a combined mis
sion of business and health, both of
which would have been seriously im
periled by his immediate return, and
for some weeks the general had fumed
himself nearly sick at the prospect of
an American war in which one of his
immediate family was not represent
ed. He had been proud indeed when
Will, only a lad of £0, had come to him
and announced his determination to
go to the front, together with the in
formation that he had been elected a
second lieutenant in a regiment or
"SHADES OF HENRY CLAY," EJACU
LATED THE GENERAL.
ganizing for the purpose. To be sure
Will was but a boy, but he was a Law
rence and the old patriot had sent him
forth with tears of mingled pride and
tenderness in his eyes. And N\ ill had
rendered a good account of himself;
had been advanced to a first lieuten
~ ancy for gallantry on the field and ac
corded a captaincy in the reorganized
army.
This made the blow so much the
stronger.
••Shades of Henry Clay,” ejaculated
the general, pounding the unoffending
floor with his gold-headed cane. “A
Lawrence to marry a mongrel Latin
nigger. Never, never, if 1 have to go
and drag him home by the scruff of
the neck. He is crazy. The long serv
ice in that accursed fever-plagued nest
of infamy has undermined his consti
tution and sapped the virility of his
mind. He is crazy- that's what he is.
I’ll have him declared insane and put
in a mad house—that's what I’ll do.
Better a thousand times to endure the
thought of a son in a lunatic asylum
than as the husband of a mongrel
black and the father of a lot of woolly
headed brats—a Lawrence, too. It is
impossible, that s what it is, 1 shall
'’"^^®roceed at once in the matter.”
Mrs. Lawrence, while as greatly
■hocked and alarmed as the general,
was not quite so drastic. The vision
©f her son in a mad house did not ap
peal to her as a way out of the dilem
ma, and Kleanor. the daughter of the
household, declined utterly to regard
the matter as in so hopeless a vein as
either parent.
‘‘Maybe she is a Spanish beauty, with
all sorts of aristocratic and even noble
blood in her veins,” she persisted, “and
not a negro at all.”
Whereat the general narrowly es
caped a fit of apoplexy. He had made
up his mind and when a Lawrence had
made up his mind that was the end of
the matter.
Finally the mother suggested a
plan of action. Charles had returned
from abroad. He and Will hail always
been the closest of comrades and
friends and loved each other as few
brothers do. lie was older by five
years, and Will would listen to his
riper wisdom and larger experience.
He should go forthwith to Cuba on
some pretext or other and find means
to break up the proposed marriage.
It was a delicate mission. Even the
general admitted its difficulty. He
knew full well the iron determination
of the Lawrences, and it had always
been bis boast that a “Lawrence has
never been driven, sir—not a single
step; you can kill them, but you can’t
drive them. No, siree.”
So it happened one soft, languor
ous day that Charles Lawrence disem
barked at Havana, presumably upon
a mission to secure some transporta
tion franchises for an American syndi
cate, and hunted up his brother, the
captain.
He was received with open arms,
and the brothers reveled for several
days in their reunion. The elder
never hinted nt his mission, and when
he “talked shop” at all, dwelt enthusi
astically upon his franchise quest. If
the younger suspected the ulterior de
sign of his visitor he did not betray it.
It was several days after Charles ap
peared on the scene before lie found
any sort of opening for tlie further
ance of bis real mission. Singularly
enough Will did not mention his love
affair or give him any sort of open
ing, and he hesitated to broach the
l subject himself. One soft evening,
however, after dinner the captain re
marked :
“Charley, 1 want you to make a call
with me this evening. I will show
you the two most beautiful women in
Cuba—-in the world.”
Acquiescing readily, the two strolled
through the better part of the town
and brought, up at, a rather preten
tiously built Cuban home of the older
type—somewhat run down, but bear
ing marks of respectability, even aris
tocracy.
“This is the home of Don Carlos An
tonio Silvern,” remarked Will. “He is
of a very old and very proud Spanish
family—of the purest blood, mind
you, and for heaven’s sake don’t for
get that point, as he is extremely proud
of it. He was formerly away tip in
G financially, but the revolution and
other misfortunes have largely
stripped him of his estates. Hut he
keeps up appearances as best he can
ami is the finest kind of a type of an
old aristocrat. And his two daughters
are the very flower of the Antilles—
especially Julia.”
With this preface Charles was ush
ered into the house and presently was
formally presented to the Senorita
Julia. He was compelled to admit
to himself that his brother certainly
had an eye for beauty, for seldom in
all his travels had he laid eyes on sc
striking a girl, so perfect a type of
the Latin beauty. Still more was he
surprised and taken aback at the high
breeding and culture of the fail
hostess and her chaperone, the old
aunt who guarded l.er with lynx-eyed
fidelity, lie was presented also to the
master of the house, and was fairly
overawed by the dignity and grace of
his manner. As he was regarding the
senorita with profound admiration
and reflecting upon the mammoth pro
portions his task had suddenly as
sumed, a curtain was swept aside and
a vision appeared before him which
drove all other thoughts from his
mind and all other objects from his
1 sight. It was another woman very like
the Senorita Julia, but very different
—more ripened and matured in charm
and manner—one of those lustrous
eyed, olive-skinned, voluptuously
formed creatures onlv to be found
among the women descended from the
pure Castillian blood, and also with a
face so alive with intelligence and a
head so perfectly formed that he al
most forgot the perfection of physical
beauty in admiration of the suggestion
of intellectuality,
“Ah, this is the Senorita Rosa,”
exclaimed the captain. “Senorita, my
brother, Charles.”
The evening sped for both brothers,
the younger being engrossed with liis
fiancee and the elder finding keen in
terest in the strange, ardent nature
of the sister—absolutely a new type
to him.
On the way to the captain’s lodgings
Charles became conscious of a feeling
of distinct annoyance in the thought
that he was not pursuing his mission
with the single-heartedness that he
should, and that he had enjoyed the
evening altogether too much and dill
not regard the Silvern family with
that aversion which was expected of
him. Also lie fancied that lie detected
a note of suppressed glee in the cap
tain’s demeanor.
There followed many visits to the
Silvern home, and Charles put in many
sleepless nights in t vying to figure'out
a plan to break up the affair, but With
a growing certainty that he was mak
ing a poor job of it and that he cared
much more to bask in the sunlight of
the Senorita Rosa's lustrous ejes than
for expostulating with Will.
Of course the result was foreor
dained, and that was why old Oen.
Lawrence one eventful day received
a letter which all but caused the break
ing of a blood-vessel and required all
the skill of the family doctor to keep
him from fading from earth in an
apoplectic stroke. It was none other
than the announcement that liis two
sons had been married, respectively,
to the Senorita Rosa and the Senorita
Julia and begging that he defer judg
ment until they arrived in America
with their wives, when they were sure
he would .approve of their choice.
And the funniest feature of the en
tire affair is that he did.
Gallantry in Election.
A curious recognition of the right
of women to hold public office lias
with little •gallantry, been made in
l’ike count/, Pennsylvania. l’ortei
township has so few, voters that Mrs
Sarah Millet was placed on the dem
ocratic ticket for school director
there being no other available can
didate, one democrat being the noin
iuee for three local offices.
Snri»rf*e All Around.
Funniman—Now, there’s your hus
band coming, Mrs. Candor. Let’s make
a little surprise for him. Mrs. Funni
man and I will hide behind the curtains
here, and you tell him that your ex
pected guests haven’t come. then
we’ll step out and surprise him.
(Enter Mr. Candor.)
Mrs. Candor (obeyingorders)—Well,
Henry, our expected guests have dis
appointed us—Mr. and Mrs. Funniman
haven’t come.
Air. Candor (heartily)—Thank Heav
en!—'Pit-Bits.
She ThonftUit of Him.
Coamley—I didn't know you were
acquainted with Aliss Lovett. She
Hiked me last night if I knew you.
Honmley—That was nice of her.
What led her to ask you that, I won
der?
Coamley — Why — er — I had just
asked her if she could imagine anyone
uglier than Bill Thompson.—Philadel
phia Press.
Unequal iMviwion
Socialist—-Yes, the world is all
wrong. There is great need of change.
1 hope you agree with me?
Aliss Beauty—Indeed, I do. T think
it’s perfectly abominable the way
wealth is distributed—all the nice
young men poor, and nobody rich ex
cept gouty widowers and cranky old
bachelors.—Tit-Bits.
“A satirist, my dear,’’ said MissCay
nenc to the girl who is beginning to take
an interest in literature, “is a writer
who applies himself to exposing
shams.”
“But why should he know so much
more than other people about shams
“Because he is usually one himself. ’
—Washington Star.
A Fair Exchange*
“I don’t think they ought to prose
cute that farmer found making coun
terfeit dollars.”
"Why not?”
"Why, undoubtedly he was merely
getting ready to go to the city and buy
some gold bricks. Just n case of fair
exchange."—Cincinnati Commercial
Tribune.
The First Introduction,
Madam.
I'm Adam:
You're Eve,
I believe.
— Buffalo News.
THE DRAWBACK.
She—Me talks like a book.
He—Ye-e-s—but you can’t shut him
op like a book.—Ally Sloper.
The Lean and Hungry.
Some men there be so clever
That people look askance:
They're regarded with suspicion
And they never get a chance.
— Washington Star.
Drug on the Market.
Wright—Is your new book pure fic
tion ?
Penman—Yes, it is.
''Well, you’ve made a big mistake;
it's tiie other kind that pays.”—Yon
kers Statesman.
A SlroiiR Hint.
Harduppe—Say, old man, I believe I
owe you an apology.
Freeman—Well. I've heard it called
a V, a liver. A fimuf plunks, and five
bones, but never an apology before! —
N. Y. Times.
Skcpt leal.
‘‘My wife.” said Mr. Younglove,
proudly, "can talk in four different
languages."
"What!" replied the crusty old bach
elor; "not all at once!”—Chicago liec
ord Herald.
A Modern Kerlmae.
Friend—I haven’t teen you for some
time.
Poet—No; fact is I have become a
i good deal of a recluse lately.
Priend—I feared as much. How
much do you owe?—N. Y. Weekly.
Second Choice llest.
Mrs. Topper—Is first love best ?
Topper—Not always, my dear; that
first love of a bonnet you showed me
at the milliner’s was tar more expen
sive than the second.—Town Topics.
Hi* Uuery.
‘That man never said an unkind
word to his wife.”
"Well,” rejoined Mr. Meekton. ‘‘what
was his reason, chivalry or prudence?"
— .Washington Star.
Evfr Than.
“lie doesn’t call his wife pet names
any more, does lie?”
“One. He says he can always call
her ‘dear’ without compunction.”—
Philadelphia Bulletin.
$nffl cleat.
“I don't believe that half the sto
ries the gossips tel! are true.”
“Neither do I," answered Miss Cay
enne. “But half’s a plenty.”—Wash
ington Star.
Her Own Iilen.
“Your daughter,” said Mrs. Oldcastle
after being conducted through the
newly finished wing of the magnificent
palace occupied by the Bullingtous,
“has such a splendid vocabulary.”
“Do you think so?” her hostess re
plied. “Josiah wanted to get her one
of them escritoires, but I made up
my mind right at the start that a vo
cabulary would look better in a room
furnished like hers is, even if it didn’t
cost quite so much.”—Chicago Becorrf
Herald.
An Etching.
’Twas In a breach of promise suit the let
ters all were read.
And here is w hat the opening words of each
epistle said:
“Dear Mr. Smith.” “Dear Friend.” “Dear
John,” "My darling four-leaf clover,”
“My ownest Jack,” "Dear .John,” “Dear
Sir,” then, “Sir,” and all was over.
—Town Topics.
WHERE SHE MADE GOOD.
Wife (gleefully)—I am going on the
stage.
Husband (savagely)—But I won't al
low it.
Wife—Oh, but I’ve got to have a di
vorce anyhow if I go on the stage, and
here's where I make good.—Chicago
Chronicle.
Punishment.
The butter had refused to come.
And, with an angry gleam
In both her eyes, the dairymaid
Got mad. and whipped the cream.
—Chicago Tribune.
An Independent Thinker.
Flossie—Mamma, didn't the preach
er say' something last Sunday about
not caring what we eat or drink, or
what kind of clothes we wear?
Mamma—Did he? Perhaps I wasn’t
paying attention to him,
Flossie—Well, I don’t suppose any
body’d pay much attention to him
when he says things like that!—Puck.
He Was Not Lonely.
Stranger—Have you always lived in
•this place, my little man?
Boy (respectfully)—Yes, sir.
Stranger (pityingly)—It must be
very dismal here.
Boy (cheerfully)—Oh.no, sir! Ihave
lots of fun with the guys who come
along here nearly every day and ask
foolish questions.—Golden Days.
The Professor.
“Astigmatism,” explained the doc
tor, “is an abnormal condition of the
eyes, in which they appear to have
different planes of vision, and you can
see better with one than with the
other.”
“I see.” observed the professor.
“One pupil is more apt than the oth
er.”—Chicago Tribune.
No Affair ol Mine.
I do not know why grief and pain
Go ramping o'er thissphere mundane;
A thousand other things I see,
1 truly for the life of me
Can't understand; but then, I guess
It's none of my foo! business.
—San Francisco Bulletin.
AS EEEEC'TI AL Cl RE.
“I have heard that Miss Chopchii
married young Flimbers with the idea
of reforming him.”
“Well, she succeeded. He says heT
never marry again if he lives to be a
thousand years old.”—Detroit Free
Press.
Spring.
Now the happy season eometh
When we do not care a pin
If the ice Is In the Ice-chest
Or the coal is in the bln.
—Puck.
The Prompt I n if* of Affection.
"Charley, dear,’’ said young Mrs
Torkins, “I am going to learn to plat
poker.”
“What for?”
“So that 1 can do as a wife otigh
and intelligently sympathize with yot
in all your troubles.”—Washingtoi
Star. __
Relieved.
Spartacus—Has Cumso that sami
old itching after office?
Smartacus—Xo. He was a candidate
and everybody scratched ium.~lialtf
more American.
1
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FOR THE COMING SEASON.
(•nr of the Styles In Gonos and M1U
liner? That Will Attract Vmi
vernal Attention.
It looks as if the coming season will
briDg lace and embroideries more than
ever to the fore, for never were these
luxuries seen in greater quantities, says
the Chicago Inter Ocean. Some of the
laces, too, are of an indescribable
coarseness, the meshes of the antique
sorts being- as open as curtain borders.
Wide bands in these laces, introducing
the heaviest patterns, with cobweblike
threads, are already appearing upon
batiste frocks, and a favorite disposi
tion is to put the band straight down
the front of the frock. Hunning from
stock to skirt border, such a piece, if
it comes anywhere near the required
width, is often the sole trimming of
an elegant costume. Whole bodices
are made by whipping together the
narrow antique laces. These are
mounted upon silk without the chiffon
interlinings which accompany more
delicate webs. Pongees always seemed
games not worth the candle when self
trimmed, as their neutral tones were
anything but glorifying. But now the
richly tinted needlework used on them
supplies just the touch needed, and
nothing could be more effective than
the present designs. The colors are
magnificent, all the hues of Aztec and
Egyptian pottery being reproduced.
The needlework also takes the shapes
of these clumsy designs of the an
cients. However, not too much of the
needlework is used upon these pongee
waists. Generally there is merely a
hand of it at the front of the bodice,
with the repetition of color on the
cuffs and neck band. If the stock is
supplied with a little turnover collar
the embroidery is on this alone, and
frnmiouflr ic r\T\ 1 \T <1 fif'PPTl
•-1-- ' »■ O
trie figure at the front.
Color is rampant with the new ma
terials, and band borders in brilliant
tints are to appear even upon black
gowns. These are rarely over three
inches wide, and one accompanying a
box dress of black veiling was less than
half an inch in width. The painteef
models which go with these gown pat
terns show how the bands are to be
used.
New challis and muslins are self-bor
dered, which seems a dainty solving
of a knotty problem, as these flowered
and spotted textures were always diffi
cult to trim. The borders imitate w ith
their detached bouquets and garlands
of small flowers the designs of the
Louis ribbons, and some are so nearly
like them in silky finish as to deceive
the eye. Since flounces are fashion
able, and with such edges to border
them, a muslin frock is no longer a
problem.
Spring bats in many instances re
veal an increase of flatness, some of
the shapes topping the head without
a sign of crown. A novel material em
ployed by milliners for made bats com
bines a straw web with lace. One be
wildering cliapeau was of white lace
with the straw portion in the cool,
greenish grays of lichen. Green and
white berries filled out the huge tur
ban at the sides, and the whole look of
the structure was cool and sylvan.
Many large summer hats are seen with
transparent laee or tulle brims and
crowds of closely massed flowers or
leaves, for the ornaments of the wood
nymph are still much employed. A
garden party or carriage hat is of pearl
with tulle gathered meagerly over a
large wire frame. White velvet grapes
with green satin leaves composed the
trimmings, the fruit and foliage lying
all over the shape with a fetching care
DONE WITH A LAMP CHIMNEY.
Tarioi* Ways In WJileh the Artlola
May He Made to Serve a
Good Purpose.
A chimney taken from a lighted lamp
is one of the best and most quickly pre
pared ‘"hot applications.” Simply slip
the hot chimney into an old stocking,
and apply to the pain. If steam is
needed, take a damp warm cloth, and
wrap around the chimney. If the heat
is for a cough or the croup, wrap in
flannel rag smeared with mutton tal
low and turpentine. Applied to the
chest or throat, relief will be had al
most at once. If your feet are cold
at night, place a hot chimney to them
and they will soon be warm. A lamp
chimney is especially practicable dur
ing summer months, when the fires
are out, for you can light the lamp
and thus have hot applications in a
few minutes. Croup, colic, toothache,
earache, coughs, rheumatic pains and
many other ills flee before the hot
lamp chimney in this household, saya
Woman’s Home Companion.
To press short seams without using
an iron, light a small kerosene lamp,
regulating the blaze to keep the chim
ney moderately hot, then dampen the
seam to be pressed. Hass the seam
quickly' over the spherical part of the
chimney, and it will be pressed as nice
ly as could be done with a hot iron.
Velvet ribbon, also, may be pressed
in this way by dampening it on the
linen or .satin side, then rubbing oa
the chimney.
Veal Salad.
Cut cold veal into small pieces and
add an equal quantity of chopped cab
bage and two hard-boiled' eggs,
’ chopped rather fine; season with cel
ery salt. Pour over all a good dress
ing, mix well, set it away to cool and
garnish with celery tips before serving.
11 -—Detroit Free Press.
I Creniu I’anenke.
Mix the yolks of three well-beaten
eggs with half a pint of cream, sweeten
with two ounces of sugar, flavor with
1 powdered cinnamon, mace and grated
nutmeg, and fry quickly in sweet, heat
1 ed lard. Drain and dish, screening with
granulated sugur, and serve with
halved oranges.—-Brooklyn Eagle,
.=.—
THE INVASION OF CANADA.
f
It Succeeded OAly Becnnue Faidnre
Wan the Sole. Possible
Success.
The invasion of Canada seemed un
avoidable; it was boldly and shrewdly
planned and bravely executed; it
missed its aim only by the narrowest
of chances. But the sole possible, suc
cess was to fail, and therefore it suc
ceeded. To have won that country
would have required us to defend it;
and any serious endeavor to hold Can
ada against Great Britain would have
divided the resources of the colonies,
exhausted their strength, and led to
their ruin. Yet a determined fight was
necessary, and all the benefits of that
we gained, it rendered a British in
vasion from, the north impossible in ^
1775 and 1776; the power of England,
instead of America, was divided; Carle
ton’s ill success cost him for a timeitlicr^B^P^
king’s favor; the invasion of 1777 Was
intrusted to a far less dangerous man;
Bennington and. Saratoga allied us
with France; and French aid insured
our independence, says Justin H. Smith
in “The Prologue of the American
Revolution” in Century.
These campaigns were also a dress
rehearsal for the war. People realized
what war meant, and Washington dis
covered where to look for lieutenants,
In Montgomery the patriot cause
found not only a worthy martyr, but
one able to fire the imaginations and
the hearts of men. In the capture of
regulars and fortresses, the battle with
nature, the struggle for Quebec, and
the stubborn retreat, America saw
that patriots could improvise victories,
live without food, battle wjthoujyj|*M*|p.
•» .x .. x jiT „
UI1?*, cl Illl UIC «II1JVUI * v h* i 4IV,
one hand, this enterprise helped lead
the country from the tone of petition
to tfie tone of independence; on the
other, our declaration looks grander
than ever, when we realize that a poor,
defeated, humiliated people flung it
into the face of triumphant power;
and while the inevitable imperfections
of humanity showed themselves in
these campaigns, yet the lofty patriot
ism. the keen intelligence, the bold,
initiative, the dauntless courage, and
the sublime fortitude exhibited there,
make them not only the prologue of
our revolution, but the prologue of our
national career.
NOBLES DO MENIAL WORK.
Thonsmiil* of German Aristocrat*
Arc ServInK a* Walter* In Amer
ican He»tnnrant*.
We have always been conscious of
the suggestion that a member of the
German nobility might be waiting
upon us at the restaurants and hotel
cafes, but were in nowise prepared to
learn from the publication of the last
number of Perthe's almanac of Die..
German nobility that they were num
bered by thousands in the United
States, says the St. Louis Globe-Demo
crat. Prom occasional glimpses of
only partially concealed and fleeting
expressions on the faces of attendants
on the table at dining resorts we have
caught the fancy that something they
had observed was not according to the
best forms they were accustomed to at
court.
There is, too, sometimes a marked
distinction and even a lordly nir with
which they “swat” out the chair with
the napkin from over the shoulder as
you approach. Herr Von Nordego of
Uerlin, commenting on the publication,
of the statements in Perthe's Almanac,
laments that so many of the lower
ranks of the German nobility are com
pelled to come to this country and en
gage m nfmi’r 01 mis son. Jim wneri
the comfortable, sometimes princely,
incomes received by waiters in the first
class restaurants from the liberality of
guests is considered, there appears no
demand for sympathy.
One head waiter in New York, it has
been proven by a suit brought in court,
received $20,000 a year in tips. From
this imperial income down through all
the gradations there arc thousands
vhn draw emoluments equal to those
of good-salaried positions. The con
nections of persons of European rank
arid station with these resorts of Amer«,
iear. wealth and fashion is- to the.
mutual enjoyment, and profit of each.
It is elevating to the ruder civilization - -
of the western v\ orld to be brought into
such contact, particularly financially
rlevating. So long as both sides seem
satisfied Herr Yon Nordego ought to
content himself.
Oh, the Serpent!
The girl with the bean order, sim
pering sillily, said to Number 29: v
“Everybody’s looking at 11s.” ^
Number 29 tossed her locks out of
her eyes with that impatient gesture
peculiar to petulant natures.
Haughty and proud underthe unmis
takable admiration of every hash-de
vouring clerk in the restaurant, she
glared scornfully into the far-away
realms of space beyond the pie coun
ter.
“Wot do I enre for men?” she re
torted. “De whole bunch is gay de
ceivers.”
“Why, Mag!” ^
“Dat’s right. T’other night I met a
feller at de Arion’s ball. He was nice
to me. 1 give him six dances. Den he
pulled out his watch, an’ dere was a
photograph of two kids in de lid! ’ -
Newark Evening News.
A Snnntloii
Burgess—What a humbug Dolver
Is! When I asked him if he had read
my article about ‘The Epochal Era,
he said he had, and that it was the
finest thing he had seen for years,
but when 1 came to question him I
found he didn’t know the first thing
about the article. What do you think
of that?
Yerrow—I think it should he a les
son to you to let well enough alon®
r.ext time.—Boston Trauscript.