The Hennessey Kicker. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 197, Ed. 1 Saturday, November 26, 1898 Page: 3 of 8
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HEX I hear the
Ring the sweet
Thanks g I v 1 n g
•Come to mo from out my boyhood
Glimpses of the vanished times;
And I long, with memories tender,
'Neath the autumn's azure dome.
Once again to pass Thanksgiving
With the old folks at home.
There'll be feasting In the mansions
Rising high twlxt sea and sea.
Wit and Beauty will be rulers,
Uui they will not rule for me:
For my thoughts, fore'er unfettered,
Like a truant lad will roam,
And once more I'll spend Thanksgiving
With the old folks at home.
I can see the olden table
As I saw It long ago,
When the children sat around it.
All like ninepins in a row;
Though the years of youth have vanished
Like the storm-beleaguered foam,
I can see that dear old table
And the old folks at home.
They are sleeping where the flowers
liloom upon the hillside fair—
Where the gentle, crested songsters
Fill with joy the scented air;
There is many a sweet Thanksgiving
Kept beneath the starry dome;
But 1 love the ones connected
With the old folks at home.
When the harvests had been gathered
And November's robes were gold,
What a day then was Thanksgiving,
O, the stories that we told!
Still they bind me gently, gently,
To the scenes In memory's tome,
And my heart, this dear Thanksgiving,
Greets the old folks at home.
Over all the land we honor
Let the happy feasts be spread,
Let the gay and Joyous living
Crown with love the cherished dead;
Many a heart will beat with rapture
'Neath November's azure dome,
For affection crowns Thanksgivings
With the old folks at home.
—T. C. Harbaugh, In Ohio Farmer.
SO-MORItOW will be
' g i v i n g," Mary
North said, sadly.
"Oh, no, it won't!" her sister Susau
rejoined, sarcastically. "Let me enu-
merate all that we've had to be thank-
ful fcr uuring this past year. To begin
with, our stepfather died—and left us
a large legacy of debts."
"OL, now, Susan, don't!"
"And, then, we found that he had
not only mortgaged our dear old home,
but had failed to pay the interest on it
all these years, and that now—because
we can't raise the money to pay it—
the mortgage is to be foreclosed at
once, and we will be turned out—for
the town to take care of, I suppose,
since mother is about helpless with
rheumatism and it. takes all my time
to care for her, and to keep us with
clothes on our backs. And now that
the Grosvenors have suddenly decided
to go south, and no longer want you
for nursery governess—the cup of our
thankfulness is full, I should say—and
full to running over, too!"
"Oh, don't, Susan, please don't!"
Mary had been pleading. "It is all so
dreadfully sad and hard for us; but
still it might be even worse."
"Worse!" ejaculated Susan.
"Yes, worse," repeated Mary. "Why,
suppose—just suppose it had been
mother who died," her sweet voice
trembled piteously. "Or, suppose, now
that she is so helpless, you and I were
not so perfectly strong and well. And,
then, if she can keep so bright and
cheerful with nil that she is suffering.
I'm sure we ought to keep up bravely
—if only for her sake. And, Susan, it's
a foolish thought maybe, but I can't
help thinking that now—when every-
thing looks so dark and hopeless to
us—daylight must be at hand. Per-
haps I shall get something else to do
very soon—and mother may get bet-
ter. so that she can be around again—
and, anyway, God hasn't forgotten us
in our trouble—and. I'm sure, He will
not le t us suffer needlessly."
"You're a queer girl," Susan said,
shortly. "I'm not made on the 'thank-
ful-things-are-no-worse' plan, myself.'
"Will, I'm glad I am," said Mary,
•quite brightly, now. "I seem to be
constructed after the dear old Mother
Goose fashion. You know she says:
" 'For every evil under the sun
There Is a remedy or there Is none.
If there be one, try and And It—
If there be none, never mind It!'
And, now, I must run along; and I'm
going to speak quite frankly to Mrs.
Grosvenor to-day. for if she knows just
how we are situated perhaps she will
interest herself to find me another
plac*. I'll do anything, go anywhere,
if only I can earn enough to keep
mother nnd you comfortable — even
though the dear old home must go."
Mary was now wrapped in her shab-
by cloak, nnd was pulling on her mit-
It's an awful day," said Susan,
mournfully; "and dreadfully slippery;
look out for yourself."
I will! Kiss mother for me, when
she awakes-," and in another minute
Mary was on her way, and battling
bravely along against the driving
snow and the fierce north wind.
The morning train that day had
brought a stranger to this quiet town,
lie was rather a grim-looking per-
sonage, and was apparently in a very
bad humor. It had been clear when he
left the city in the early morning,
and he found himself landed—um-
brellaless—in a driving storm when he
reached Hilisboro'. That had an-
noyed him, and his first thought was
to take a tmin right back to town.
Hut when on inquiry he found that
there would be no return train until
the one he had originally intended to
take, late in the afternoon, he de-
cided to go on .and get his disagree-
able business over with and done with.
Then he had found that there was
no convey once to be had at that for-
saken station, and no telephone con-
nection with any stable, and that there
was nothing fcr him to do but to push
forward on foot through thi storm,
which he finafly'did in an ever-increas-
He had but a mile to go—the man
at the station had told him. and the
road was straight, so he could not
mis8 the small, white cottage, just this
side of the covered wooden bridge.
But the road had seemed to stretch
out interminably, and the snow and
freezing street combined to make
walking more difficult at every step.
So there was not often a man in a
worse humor than this man was, when
the low, white cottage he was seeking
at last came into sight. And now, as
he suddenly hastened his footsteps, he
somehow slipped and fell heavily,
•striking his head and doubling his left
arm under him. Tint he made no mur-
mur at this misadventure, but lay still
and quite unconscious on the ground.
When he again opened his eyes. h *
was on the bed in a small, neat room;
but all that he thought of at first was
that his head was paining him ter-
ribly, while his arm was hurting him
even more. Some one whom he could
not see was fussing with his head and
making the pain still worse. He felt
so desperately cross and ill that he
impatiently ordered the unseen med-
dler to leave him and his head alone.
"I beg your pardon." said a pleas-
ant voice, "but it's a bad cut, and it
should be dressed at once. I'm per-
fectly competent to do it, but your
arm will have to wait tin til the doctor
"What's the matter with my con
founded arm?" lie tried to move it,
and groaned outright with the pain.
"It's broken. I'm afraid; but the doc-
tor will be here to set. it soon."
Then the hapless stranger fell to
rating tlr? place, the storm and his
accident so soundly, that another
voice, from another as yet unseen in-
dividual, spoke up in sharp rebuke:
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself to
'talk so—when we're doing our best to
"Oh, hush, SUaan," broke in the
pleasant voice. "lie's suffering dread-
fully; he really don't know what he's
"Yes, T do!" said the stranger, gruff-
ly, "an ! I beg your pardon; but you've
been hurting me like the deuce!
"Ah, here's the doctor," said the
pleasant voice in a tone of relief. And
then the stranger found himself trans-
ferred into the skillful hands of the
professional—whose treatment of his
wounds was much more rigorous than
that of the deft and gentle fingers he
had railed against but now.
When at last his head had been ban-
daged., and his arm had been set, the
physician gave some brief instructions
to his new patient. He would have to
remain where he was for several days,
and must keep very quiet, on account
of the wound in his head.
"But I must return to town to-day,"
the stranger said, peremptorily. "I
have an engagement fcr to-morrow—
and Thanksgiving dinners are not to
be put off!"
"All right, go," said th? doctor,
"and the consequences will be brain
The stranger was silent for a mo-
ment. Then he said, shortly: "I see
that I must submit. But how did this
thing happen? Where am I? And
who WB4 fussing with me until you
"You slipped on the icy path. Mis?
Mary Nftrth saw you fall, and when
she reached you you were insensible.
She ran to get help. Fortunately it
happened within a few yards of her
home, and she and her sister together
managed to carry you in; and they
must have found you a heavy load!
Then Mary ran to my house—full
quarter of a mile away—and left word
for me to come here as soon as I got
home. I found her working over you,
and your scalp was all ready for the
stitches when I came. She's a clever
girl, was studying to be a nurse, but
unfortunately the money gave out.
and she couldn't go on. She had to
turn nursery governess, instead."
"And the other, the sharp one, who's
"The elder sister, Susan. Her tongue
is sharp—but her heart's all right—
and she's seen trouble enough to turn
sweet grapes sour. That's all tlje fam-
ily left now, except the mother, crip-
pled with rheumatism, poor soul. Well,
then, I'll tell them you are to be on
their hands here for a day or two.
I'll see you again, toward night, and
bring you some things you will need,
until you can get back to town. Any-
thing 1 can do for you? Any message
you want to send?"
The stranger dictated a telegram,
explaining his detention to a mem-
ber of a well-known firm in the city
When the doctor heard the name,
he 1 ■ oked up in surprise. "Then you
came here from them—about the
mortgage, I suppose?"
"I did—confound the entire busi-
"H'm." said the doctor, and went
ou writing ut the stranger's dictation.
The signature was also a surprise
to the doctor. "Willard Blackwell!
Why, then, you are the head of the
"I am—is there anything strange
"Oh, no!" said the doctor; but in-
oluntarily he sighed, and to him-
self he added: "Poor things, poor
t h i n gs!"
Another telegram was written to
Mr. Blackwell'* friends, to explain his
nforced absence from their dinner-
party on the morrow, and then the
doctor left him, and Blackwell set-
tled himself in grim endurance of the
evils from which he could not es-
By and by the door was softly
opened, end, through his half-closed
eyes, he saw a pretty girl looking in
upon hi in.
"Hush, he's asleep—I'm glad of
that," she said; and, from her pleas-
ant voice he knew her to be# Mary
North. Then she drew back, and the
door was quietly closed.
But the next moment he heard her
voice again, and so plainly that Ik*
thought she must be in the room, al-
though he had certainly seen the door
close upon her. He opened his eyes
and looked about him curiously; and
at lust he saw that the room he was
in was connected with the one adjoin-
ing it—where the speakers were—by
an uncovered stovepipe hole.
The voice of Susan spoke up sharp-
ly: "Hero's another thing to be thank-
ful for! To think of it being Willard
Blackwell—of all persons in the world!
If I had known that, he might have
had humor this mornirg. As you
could plainly see l had been- well —
upset. And thank you for your kind-
n .ss in loaning me these t hings. Could
I ask another favor of you n w
Blackwell spoke with a curious,
anxious diffidence. "It occui *o me
that these- these kind Indies may not
lie entirely prepared for my sudden
descent upon thein and, to-morrow
being Thanksgiving, you know well,
I thought that perhaps they might al-
low me to supply the table, for one
thing, while I am with them — and
would you mind explaining to them
that 1 would like to do so? And then,
is there any place in the village from
where you could send them in a good,
fat turkey, and plenty of fruit am!
vegetables, and anything else you think
they might like? I'd be no end
obliged nnd grateful to you and you
don't think they'd be offended, do you?
I'm such a duffer, and I've made such
a bad impression to start with, that 1
must depend on you to nelpmeout."
The doctor had looked at him in ut-
ter amazement; but. as their eyes met,
he nodded and smiled; and, muttering
his thanks. Blackwell thrust a -oil
of bank notes into his hand.
"He's not a bad fellow, after all!"
the doctor said, triumphantly, to him-
self; and presently the matter was all
arranged and the good doctor went re-
joicing- on his way.
But a* soon as Blackwell wasplone
again, strange and discomforting fan-
cies swarmed through his mind. Would
not this seem to his hostess merely a
selfish man of the world's discourte-
ous protest against the frugal fare
which was all that they had been
able to set before him? And he seemed
fellow' we had talked about had en-
"And in his stead?** he questioned,
Ami Mary smiled: though she only
Bl.e lovell carried aw ay with him t he
consummation of the most thorough-
ly unbusiness like business transac-
tion of his life—but. with it, the mem-
ory cf the loveliest girl's face that he
had ever seen, transfigured now with
happiness and gratitude. And he also
carried with him the firm determina-
tion which, in a year's time, was hap-
pily carried out of utterly effacing
that miserable first impression from
eve. Susan's unelastic mind, and of
winning sweet Mary North to be his
wife. — Judith Spencer, in Ladies'
World, New York.
OUR THANKSGIVING DAY.
A Oriiiitl ( unIoiii \\IiI«-Ii IIiin Hern lie-
llltlouftly Kept Since lit InMllu-
(i ii ti by the I-'uHktn.
; mWmlh ? "
HIS HEAD BANDAGED AND IUS ARM IN A SLING.
died outside there—I never would have
lifted my hand to carry him in here!"
"Oh, Susan, yes, you would!"
"Indeed, I«wouldn't! And. after all
those awful letters he's written to
mother; now he has come here just
to turn us. out. You saw how ugly and
cross he was—we car.'t expect one
grain of kindness at his hands."
"I shouldn't ask it;" and here Mary's
pleasant voice grew sad. "But it's a
matter of business, Susan, and we
mustn't blame him for it. We owe
all that money; we can't pay it; so the
mortgage is to be foreclosed, and we
must go. He knows nothing about
its always having been our home, and
that all this trouble has come about
without our knowledge. It's not his
fault that we must go. I only wish
1 knew where we were to take poor
mother, and how we could make it
comfortable for her."
"On nothing a year!" supplemented
Susan. "Yes, and if that selfish Mrs.
Grosvenor hadn't decided to go off to
the south, at a moment's notice, and
throw you out of your position, we
needn't have worried about that," she
went on. "And now she doesn't even
pay you what she owes you."
"But she will, Susan. She said she
would send me a check next week."
"Next week—when we need it now!
We're in a fine fix, truly! It was bad
enough before; but now that we are
saddled with this grumpy, horrid, < ross
The involuntary eavesdropper start-
ed suddenly—for in spite of a few gray
hairs upon his temples, Willard Black-
well had never thought of himself as
old before—though grumpy and horrid
nnd cross he most certainly had been.
"And our bitterest enemy!" the
sharp voice went on. "He will expect
all sorts of luxuries, I suppose; and we
haven't but a few cents left in the
house; and not a thing to set before
him but porridge and pork and bread
—without butter! And I will not run
any further in debt."
"But your bread is delicious.
Susan; and I'm sure he's welcome to
the best we have."
"And he was to go to a swell Thanks-
giving dinner in the city, to-morrow,
doctor said! He'll have to give thanks
here, on very different fare, and, for
that part, I'm almost glad!"
"Oh, my goodness, Susan, look!"
"For pity's sake, what's the matter
"The stove-pipe hole is uncovered."
Mary cried, tragically; "and he can
hear every word!"
"Serve him right if he had! But you
said he was sound asleep."
The hole was quickly covered, and
Willard Blackwell heard no more. But
the various new sensations he had sud-
denly experienced gave him sufficient
food for thought.
When the doctor came back at dusk
he found a remarkable change had
taken place in his grumpy patient,
whose gruffness had now entirely van-
"I beg your pardon, doctor, for my
country in the world
Thanksgiving day as
to hear Susan's shrewd interpreta*ion
of his action, and her scornful epithet
His dinner and supper on that event-
ful day had certainly been meager
enough, though they were daintily
served by Mary herself; and his break-
fast, next morning, was frugal, too—
but not so the Thanksgiving dinner
That was a beautiful and bountiful re-
past deliciously cooked, and set out
by Susan and Mary. And Mrs. North
was brought to the table in her roll-
ing chair; and Willard Blackwell left
his room, for the first time, to take his
place at the table with the family.
He looked so soldierly and handsome
with his head bandaged and his arm
in a sling, that even Mary was sur-
prised, and Susan certainly would
never have recognized him as the
"grumpy, horrid, cross old man"
w hom she had expected to see.
That Mrs. North had guessed his er-
rand, he knew at once, by the way her
voice trembled and broke as she tried
to speak to him.
Susan was regarding him sternly
she could not for a moment forget
that he was their "bitterest enemy."
But Mary's eyes met his. and their pa-
thetic wistfulness went suddenly to
He took Mrs. North's frail, white
hand and bent over it. "Excuse me for
speaking of it now," he said, "but you
don t understand my intentions in the
leas*. (He had not understood them
himself until that very moment—
when he seemed to read them in
Mary's eyes.) I beg you not to fear
that I will ever do anything to take
from you the home which opened its
hospitable doors to the wounded
stranger. I assure you. everything
can be arranged—without embarrass-
ing you in the least."
"God bless you, sir!" was all the
frail little woman could find words to
say. But Blackwell, looking up, met
Mary's eyes again, and now they were
luminous like stars. And he thought
he luard her murmur: "An angel un-
Thiy took their places in silence,
and reverently bent their heads:
"For the assurance we have just re-
ceived. O Lord, we are truly thankful!"
breathed Susan, and though it was not
at all what she had meant to say, it
was i good and sufficient grace.
For eight days Blackwell was a pris
oner in that small white home. And
when the dcctor gave him leave to go
back to his own world, he left there
On the last day. he suddenly asked
Mary what her first impression of him
"I thought you were quite the
crossrst man I hod ever seen!" she
"And—and old. loo, I suppose?" he
"Well, yes—quite middle-aged, and
venerable! I nevf.r was so surprised
as when you walktd in to dinner on
Thnnksgivinir dav> -for the 'cross old
There is no
From the time the Pilgrim fathers
landed and instituted this festival, it
has been religiously kept. In their
poverty and hard labor, w hen cult ivat-
ing the sterile soil of New England,
they felt a deep sense of gratitude
when the season for gathering the
crops arrived, and a day for thanking
the (liver of all good was set aside.
Even the ancient Hebrews went up
to Jerusalem at the harvest season to
worship in the holy temple—a once-a-
year festival, and one to correspond
with our Thanksgiving.
The most beautiful feature of the
day apart from the real meaning is the
recognition of family ties—a holiday
for the home coining, the greeting of
the children and grandchildren all un-
der the paternal roof, the social chat,
the exchanging of experiences, the
games of children all combine to
make it a day of social pleasure.
Then let memory linger around the
Thanksgiving table laden with good
things—the turkey, ducks, chicken
pies, to say nothing of the plum pud-
dings, mince pies, nuts, fruit, etc.
Many and sweet are the recollections
of such occasions, nnd bright nnd
stroi'g stands out the moving factor
of it all—the mother, loved and hon-
ored she it is who loves to gather to-
gether her own around her and thinks
no labor too great to give them plcas-
ur°. The home blessed by a good
mother ha® cause to keep a grand
Thanksgiving, not only to praise God
for all His bounty to the body, but for
a still greater blessing, a mother who
mini «ters to both body and soul.
Would that all of our renders could
gather around them on this Thanks-
giving day all their loved ones, and
unite with grateful hearts in giving
thanks for nil the blessings which are
COLONIAL CORN FESTIVALS.
I'lcnNitiit Mi'iiiorlcN Itrcnllcil l y S(o.
rlew of 'I'll ii ti k Mtf I v I n liny .11 er-
r> milking on the En r in.
Writing on the old-time eorn-husk-
Ing festival, as a form of Thanksgiving
merriment, in the Woman's Home
Companion, llezekinh Butterworth
"At one of these corn festivals,
given for a local charity in a New Eng-
land city, a day was allotted to the
husking and the thanksgiving stories
of colonial days, and I was asked to
present some account of old huskings
and to arrnnge some of the old legends
en tableau, in the spirit and coloring
of the pnst. My mind turned to set-
tles, chimney-corners, red ears of
corn, pumpkins, great barns and cribs,
frosty airs and the full hunter's moon.
I can seem to see those harvest seasons
now as I used to know them with their
mellowing splendors and joyous farm
life, and it is always a pleasure to re-
peat the husking tales as they come
back to me, as well as T can; but no one
can tell them ns did the old-time
natural story-tellers. To one who
lived on a farm in his boyhood the
memory of the husking must ever be
a pleasing picture. How full of joy-
ous life those harvests were. The mel-
low days of September passed; the
cranberry meadows grew red, the
fringed gentians bloomed; the witch-
hazel flowered amid the falling of gold
and nisset leaves; there was a cidery
odor in the orchards where the ground
was covered with apples; the product
of the corn-fields was drawn away by
oxen nnd piled into a heap, usually in
souk* sheltered meadow."
4tarr«*N«f nl Kiprrlnienl nt I'owi'M
MckNiiKm Beturrn Mtn*en \ ie-
(or In a nil I'rlnee of \\ aim.
A remarkable series of experiments
nis been performed during the past
lew weeks by Mr. Marconi at ("owes,
fhis distinguished inventor has suc-
cessfully transmitted messages with-
jilt the use of wire from Queen Vic-
toria at Osborne house to the prince
)f Wales on board the royal yacht Os-
jorue, four miles away.
This is the most successful series
I experiments that has thus far been
performed with the new wireless
• elcgra phy.
Day after day the queen nt Osborne
house has been enabled to send eom-
nunicatlons to the prince of Wales on
board the yacht at her anchorage, and
the prince ha seat replies, w hich were
received as perfectly as if they had
gone over the ordinary wires instead
jf through the air.
An even more astonishing feat than
this was successfully performed by
Mr. Marconi a few days ago. The royal
> acht left her moorings in the harbor
and went for a short cruise along the
coast. When the yacht was near Hyde
the operator at Osborne house >«
able to pick her up on his instruiatnt.
While she was going at full speed sev-
eral messages were transmitted from
the yacht to Osborne house and re-
plies were received by the prince of
The usual anchorage of the Osborne
is distant about four miles from the
operating station on land which Mr.
Marconi has been using. Across this
strip of water the messages have been
Mashed at the rate of 182,000 miles a
second. Mr. Marconi has now devel-
oped his system of wireless telegraphy
\n that his messages can be received
either on a tape or by means of a bell.
The royal family nt Osborne house
have taken a deep interest in the per-
formance of these remarkable experi-
ments, which have been a great con-
venience to her majesty, inquiring
dally as to tin- health of the prince of
Wales and receiving replies within a
The instrument on land is placed in .*i
little teahouse in front of Osborne
house, called Lady well cot t age. where
the members of the'royal family have
been daily visitors.
It has been found by Mr. Marconi
that stormy weather, instead of inter-
rupting his wireless telegraphy, has
been an assistance, and some of the
best results have been achieved in v
dense fog. N. Y. Herald.
NO VALUABLE BOOTY.
lloMton >11 lllonn I re \\l o Doesn't
Propone lo Enrlcli ItohhcrM hy
licepliiK Hoi III Silt
"Willie, you'll be sick," said his moth-
er, as he handed up his plate for more
of the fowl; "this is the third time
you have been helped." #'I know it,
mamma," replied the little five-year-
old, "but that turkey pecked nt me
once, and I'm getting even."—Chi-
cago Daily News.
Do you know of any deserving poor
family that is likely to go without a
Thanksgiving dinner unless jou pro-
! vide it? If so, then what?
A millionaire living in the suburbs
if Boston has not a piece e>f solid sil-
ver on his premises. He buys the new-
est and prettiest things in plated ware
and replaces them before the shabbi-
ness s«ets in. His house is rather un-
protected, as it sets well back from
the -street and is some distance from
neighbors and surrounded by trees,
whose thick shade is very frcindly
toward night prowlers. About four
lines a ye ar he discovers that his house
has been entered! at night and every
piece of silver tested. Hut not one
will be missing for it It not worth car-
rying a way. He quietly chuckles as he*
remarks that all the silver in the world
would not be a compensation for dls-
:urbed slumbers and the anxiety of
faring for such valuable property. An
?asy mind nssures deep sleep and so
ae retires each night with the con-
sciousness of having nothing about to
fxcite the cupidity of unscrupulous
persons. Reports of poverty like tho-se
of wealth sejon spread in the profes-
sion and the house which several bur-
glars have voted wort hies* is never dis-
turbed now except by newcomers who
do not credit the stories. The who'o
place is fastened in the most super-
ficial way, just secured enough te> keep
out sne«ak thieves and make easy work
for professional house breakers.
So all the beautiful table ware which
has adorned the tables of millionaire*
on great occasions is quietly reposing
in vaults, and its duplicate in plated
ware is adorning the country home.
Even at Newport, where entertaining
is as lavish as in New York, solid silver
is conspicuous by its absence, and the*
entertainers are at no pains to con-
ceal the fact. These complete sets cost
as high as $0,000, but that is principal-
ly for workmanship—the intrinsic
value of the lot is very little. They in-
clude large dishes for fish and roasts,
and freim those a whole series of ar-
ticles down to knives, forks and spoons.
They are heavy enough to wear well
for three seasons, and that is all that
is expected of them.—St. Louis Km
The ltngor Settled It.
"Mistah .Tones," said the tall man,
after the dispute had continued for a
quarter of an hour, "does I under-
stand yo' to declar' dat yo' am a
"Of co'se yo' does—of co'se!" wan
the indignant reply of the short man.
"Am yo' willin' to let me put my
hand in yo'r hind pocket, sab?"
"Of co'se 1 am. Put it elar. Now,
den. what yo' find in dat hind poe-ket?**
"I find, sah," replied the other, as
he held it up to view, "I find de mos*
overpowerin' an' prompatious proofs
dat yo* am a reg'lar gem'lan. Noboely
but a gem'lan eber carries a razor in
his hind pocket—nobody but a gem'lan
of de highest standin'!" — Cleveland
ClgnrettcJi In SyrneuiM*.
A new ordinance in Syracuse re-
quires cigarette dculers to pay a li-
cense fee of $23, and provides for the
appointment of an inspected of cigar-
ettes, ore of whose duties will be tei
prevent the sale of "impure" cigar*
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