El Reno Daily Eagle. (El Reno, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 19, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 29, 1893 Page: 2 of 4
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EL RENO DAILY EAGLE.
EL RENO, - - OKLAHOMA TER.
LOVE UNDER A STAMP.
rrtTiT^arcnionB Wny John Redmond
— — . ted His Sweetheart.
ullv “Here they tire.; two for papa, three
for mamma, and one for you, Renie,”
Bn<l the plump, good-natured schoolgirl
figure of fourteen threw herself upon
the porch settee and begun fanning her-
self vigorously with the cover from off
her head.
“Mercy! but it’s warm,” she ex-
claimed, after fanning* for a moment.
“How cool you look, Kenie, and as sweet
as a peach. Hut, there, what are you
blushing so a Unit? I didn't think a com-
pliment from vonr great overgrown sis-
ter would have such an effect. If it hail
only come from John—”
The slender, dark-eyed girl, dressed in
the daintiest of white muslin gowns,
which set off her shapely shoulders and
arms with bewitching grace, had
checked the impetuous speech of her
younger sister by a warning motion of
her finger, which was long and white
and slender and tapering.
“You had better not keep mamma
waiting for her letters,” said she, “and
you may just mention to her that you
brought me one from Mr. John Red-
mond, which 1 will leave on the mantel
for her. if she cares to see it.”
As soon as her sister had disappeared
with the letters and the message Irene
tripped lightly within, hastened to her
room, dipped the corner of her hand-
kerchief in water pitcher on the wash-
stand as she passed it. as though she
had need of rubbing some stains from
her dainty finger tips before they
touched the missive inclosed in the
plain white envelope, which was ad-
dressed in a dashing, lawyer-like hand:
“Miss Irene Middleton, Iredell,” and
which bore upon its upper right-hand
corner the postmark: “Hluntville. op-
posite the Columbian two-eent stamp.
Hut if Evaline had supposed there
must be something in this letter which
John Redmond, the handsome young
fellow who had been so ardent an ad-
mirer of her sister last summer, had
written her, which would make her
heart beat quicker, she ought to have
been there to glance over her sister’s
shoulder as she read the commonplace
sentences which barely tilled a single
half-sheet of note paper inclosed in the
envelop0- It ran:
Miss Middleton —I hope you will pardon
the liberty taken by one nil but a stranger to
your family In thus addressing gou in an at-
tempt to restore to you a piece of lost property
which was Identified by the friends at Kim Grove
as yours. You will receive by express to-day a
tarcel containing your parasol, which 1 trust
will reach you undamaged. The friends at Elm
Grove join mein wishing you a pleasant winter
at Iredell and a sure return next summer to
tic circle of which you formed so delightful a
member. May 1 not crave the honor of being
remembered to your esteemed father ami
mother, and also express the wish that some
fortunate accident may throw It within my
power to become bettor aquainted with them.
Hoping you w ill not mention so slight u thing
us the attention 1 have paid to your property. I
remain, yours, John Richmond.
This prosy missive was soon after de-
posited upon the mantel below, accord-
ing to the instructions given to Evaline,
with as much indifference iis so matter-
of-fuet and unsuggestive epistle seemed
to merit.
Irene's mother must have shared
•oincwhat the feelings of her younger
daughter as she finished reading it for
♦ he third or fourth time, and then laid
it hack in its place upon the mantel
Jits wife looaed at him with a decidedly
*T-to!d-you-ao'' glance and nodded.
“You see she lias gone for the para-
sol. and the charges were not prepaid.”
“Mamma,” suggested Irene a day or
two later, “now that I have got my
parasol back safely I suppose I shall be
remiss if I do not go to the trouble of
acknowledging Mr. Redmond’s polite-
ness in the mater. Would you or papa
have time to drop him a note of thanks
or shall I write to Cousin Mildred?’’
“Oh.” said Mrs. Middleton, “perhaps
you'd better write yourself, dear.”
“And,” she added, with a little burst
of motherly generosity, just as Irene
was proceeding to her task, “since Mr.
Itemond has proved himself so polite
and gentlemanly there would he noth-
ing out of the way in your saying to
him that we shall be glad to have him
call if he chances to he in town.
“Of course he won't take the trouble
to do so or to write again, and that will
end it," she thought to herself.
Hut ho did write again. And Evaline s
eye had a quizzical look in it as she
handed this second letter over to her
sister.
“It is surely beginning to get inter-
esting,” said this romantic little dream-
er to herself.
Hut the imaginative Evaline had rea-
son to be very much disappointed and
ashamed at the cool, matter-of-fact way
in which her sister received this second
missive within a month, giving her al-
most the identical message to convey to
her mother that she had before.
“Hut 1 notice she takes it up to her
room first to read,” commented the sly
puss to herself. “Maybe there is an-
other letter inside for her. It s so thin,
though, there couldn’t be very much.”
Suddenly Irene turned in the hall-
way as though something bad induced
her to change her mind, and handed the
letter back to Evaline, saying:
“No, I am busy now; you may take it
to mamma first, saying I said for her to
open it and read it, ami then put it
back in the envelope and return it to
me. You please see that she puts it
in the envelope, won’t you, Evaline,
dear?”
“You,” said Evaline. wondering why
Irene was so particular about a trifle,
and considerably nonplussed at this
unexpected turn in affilirs.
To tell the truth, her imagination had
been conjuring up a scene in Irene’s
room, of which she was to be. 1 am
sorry to say, an unknown spectator,
through the keyhole, possibly, in which
is not iioiu t free, but she has her mini?
set on some—”
“You men are so impatient and rash,*
chided Mrs. Middleton. “You don’t
understand the other sex at all. Leave
the whole matter with me.
“I confess 1 have been somewhat
mystified myself, a.id. if there, were the
slightest ground for it, I should have
thought Irene had become the victim of
an infatuation for that handsome, pen-
niless young lawyer, she seems so fitful
and absent-minded sometimes anil at
other times so flushed and excited.
“Hut then, you know, there has never
anything passed between them, except
that incipient love-making which we
so successfully nipped in the bud by
cutting short our stay at Elm Grove.”
“I hope so; I don’t know,” said her
father. “Appearances are so deceitful
sometimes, especially in young people
of her age. I wish I could be sure of it
Anyway, her golden opportunities are
flying by.”
Mrs. Middleton had to confess to her-
self that evening that she felt just u
shade of uneasiness also. “But,
pshaw!” she exclaimed to herself,
“there is no ground for it, l am sure, as
far as John Redmond is concerned. I
must have a talk with her.”
A day or two later she did have a
talk with her daughter; and, when the
importance of her making some choice
of suitors was mentioned, her mother’s
quick eye detected some blight shade of
pallor.
When she paused for the want of
anything more to say on the subject,
and waited for Irene to answer her,
the response came quick cnoughi
“Mamma, 1 don't care enough forany
of them for that, and I am sure you
would not want me to encourage young
gentlemen for whom I did not care.”
“Hut,” expostulated her mother,
“young ladies usually manage to find
some one for whom they can care. It
would be strange if you should be an
exception to the rule. Do you mean to
say that you have never yet felt what
dt is to love?”
A quick blush mounted to Irene's
cheek and a bright gleam to her eye
which she could not conceal, her lips
stammered as she sought to frame an
answer.
“No—no—no—that is, mamma-1
ought to have told you long ago, per-
haps— I do love some one else who is
not here.”
“You amaze me, daughter,” said her
mother, a quick suspicion arising in her
mind. “Your father and I certainly
A DEADLY TRADE.
AN UNKNOWN GRAVE.
h,-r sister was to U-arop.-n I be envelope I ht to kllow wiu.ther the object of
with trembling lingers, remove the in- tr aftVl.Uo„s is u.„rthv „f them."
closure intended only for her private ■ ..Uiit that Von and papa dis-
pernsal, after (flanein^ over winch with ed of him on ul.count of his pov-
agitated look and manner she would
hastily thrust it into her bosom, and
then, composing1 herself brin* down- I loving 1dm.'
stairs the deceptive letter, which was I ..wi.
so worded as to be admissible of a
reading by any of the family.
Hut hero was Irene delivering the
whole thing over to her mother without
opening it and securing her own secret j of disapproval.
I missive.
“So he is going to Florida for the
winter?” casually mentioned Mrs. Mid- vou qut we
dleton the lirst time she met Irene I 1
after both had read the letter.
“Yes, I believe that was what he j
said,” was the indifferent answer.
‘ Might us well, I suppose,” com- !
menteil Mr. Middleton when he had 1
heard the news in the evening. “From j
what I cun hear he has no business to
sacrifice, and if his aunt wants him for
a companion she is able to pay for his
time.”
“Hy the way,” he remarked to his
wife next evening, when he came home,
“that letter you mentioned from Red-
mond suggested something, and I have
written him to-day asking him to take
erty. And oh, mamma. 1 had learned
to love him so dearly that I could not
Who?” questioned her mother, some-
what impatiently.
“Mr. Redmond,” answered Irene,
softly, and then she hastened to speak,
when she saw her mother’s quick look
We are not engaged,
mamma, and of course I would not
have done such a thing without telling
But we love each other, and
neither of us can ever marry another.
“Well, well!” w;.s Mr. Henry Middle-
ton’s comment when he heard the story
that evening, “so things have come to
that pass. I told you it wouldn’t do to
trust to the appearance of things. You
know how we were ourselves in our
courting days. By the way, I have
just heard to-day that John Redmond's
aunt has died and left him her fortune.
Perhaps that will help to smooth the
ruffled surface of things.”
And so it did. Anil not long after
that the mystery of Irene’s indifference
toward her many ardent admirers was
explained by the announcement of her
with a shade of expression upon her | charge of those Morida lots of min«\ J engagement to Mr. John Redmond, the
countenance which could perhaps best
T.o described us relief mingled some-
what with disappointment.
But. upstairs, Irene sat musing in her
own boudoir, still holding in her left
hand the lace handkerchief with
•Re subtle scent of white lilac partially
inclosing the envelope, as though that
portion of the letter which is usually
thrown into the waste basket was to
her the part most full of pleasing
thoughts.
“0!” she said, springing up from her
reverie, (“perhaps I’d better take this
envelope downstairs and leave it with
the letter. ”
As she made a movement to do so,
she first hastily thrust something into
her pocket.
anil do the best he can with them, lie , h.uulgomc yonn(r
can’t, of course, construe that into any j prnnpCSSi
encouragement of whatever fancy he
may have for Irene.”
“No. I should think not,” said Mrs.
Middleton. “It won’t give him any
excuse to write to her?" she added,with
rising accent and hesitating tone.
“Certainly not, certainly not,” said
Mr. Middleton, emphatically. ‘‘It’s a
purely business matter between us.
The idea would hi* a piece of imperti-
nence.”
Irene manifested no outward interest
when it was casually mentioned to her
that her father had put into the hands
of John Redmond the disposition of
some real estate he had purchased in
Florida. Later, when she and Evaline
lawyer, no longer
*r pocket. nu ' ' ' . , ' |
Hut just as she was about to descend j alone together, she said to her
the slept; she noticed one thing more.
The stamp from the envelope had be-
Irene,” said Evaline one evening,
entering her sister's room and closing
the door behind her, “I just want you
to tell me one thing. You're not like
any lover 1 ever read about in any story
book if you could love him all this time
and not send him any messages of love
or receive any from him; for I’ve seen
every letter that came from him, and
there hasn't been a word of love in one
of them.”
“Are you sure, my dear?” said Irene,
smiling roguishly.
She stepped quickly to her little desk
and drew from a drawer a tiny package
of little square folded papers ns thin
and as dcHeate as the butterfly's wings.
They were not quite an inch square
when folded, but when Irene unfolded
one of them and held it out before her
sister:
“You are quite a little business girl,
t*omo detached by the moisture still re- j Hr*‘n * .v‘,u' deur .' bringing all the mail sjstol.*s jrazt», to her surprise Evaline ! jn
tained in the corner of her handker- ^rom ike ofttee and opening papa s let - • saw a jia|f sju*et of Japanese silk note
ehi.‘t, anl was aliiitrinf to the liuitaUer-1 for *>•» at llis 11
chief*l»n11 not to the envelope.
Going to a pretty escritoire she deft- .
Iv eninmeil it. and reattu. hed it to its 1 »<> P“P»i *voul>1 '"'illinK to ’
I............1.............. ........ivel.me l.v the your usef illness a little and help sister .'
former place upon the envelope by tin*
help of a blot ter.
As she did so her eyelashes again
drooped low upon her cheeks, and there
came into her face that demure look,
which seems to sa.v to the beholder:
“Sec how guileless 1 am.”
“So John Redmond has been writing
to Irene?” queried Mr. Middleton of his
wife that evening as they sat together
in the library after he had heard an ac-
count of the day's events.
“I was afraiil of something like that.
You know he seemed quite smitten
with her last summer.
'Booh! nothing but a penniless law-
: mi »» ct nan nnviv .....-......
! paper covered with finely-written, yet
I though 1 .1111 good for nothing hut to h<- f(vtIv ie(,iV,ir, characters.
| ornamental. Since you are so useful | • uot Roin(r let yon read it,
ss.” said her blushing sister, “but
this is one of my love letters.”
“Hut how did you get it, I'd like to
know?” insisted Evaline
You have been bringing them tome,
your usetuiness a little and help sister?”
“Of course 1 would,” answered Eva-
line. “What do you want me to do?”
“Why,” said Irene, “I'm going to try
to be useful amt economical. I'm going i evorv one,” answered Irene.
to make one of those paper cushions |
I I've read so much about; stiff paper that
j will curl Ike a shaving is the best.
Would you mind bringing me the en-
velopes from papa’s waste basket, and
be sure and bring them all, because 1
j shall want a great many.”
Evaline was only too glad to be hon-
' ored with this commission by her sister.
Ami the paper cushion must have pro-
! gressed famously, judging from the
“Me? 1 only brought you two, and
all the rest of his letters were to papa.”
“Nevertheless in every one of them
came one for me.”
Tho Ifhrd Life of •-(* Who Labor In the
Alkali Works.
The alkali works go on all the year
round, day and night. Sundays and
weekdays: and St. Helen’s and Widnes
nre the chief seats of the manufacture.
If you have a fancy for knowing how
that part, of the world lives which
serves the industry that Lord Beacons-
fleld used as his trade barometer, you
will do well to gain admittance to the
strangeamHuridscene where the prod-
igious processes are carried on.
By the glow of furnaces and the
wavering light of an occasional gas
jet. you make out bit by bit a rough
picture of uncouth buildings, gaunt
frameworks of timber, ominous-look-
ing lead chambers looming overhead,
ami a general confusion of towers,
platforms, revolving and station-
ary furnaces, great caldrons, where the
caustic glows a sullen red; threaten-
ing-looking tanks full of corrosive
liquids, and other strange half-animate
monsters which beset you as you pick
your way along narrow planks or up
stairs half eaten away with acid. There
nre figures moving about the place,
wheeling barrows up the planks, stand-
ing at the furnace mouth, taming the
white-mass within,wielding huge ladles
at the caustic pots, raking, straining
and laboring in a terrific heat and glare
and amid sickening fumes. A man
steps back from the furnace now and
again and lowers the muffler from his
mouth to gasp more freely in the chill
air and you can see his face arms and
chest shining with the sweat.
Figures are to be seen hy day which
are scarcely recognizable as men. with
great goggles over their eyes and huge
protuberances of flannel corded over
their mouths and necks. These are the
men who pack the bleaching pow-
der. The powder packer, his feet
incased in thick wooden clogs and
his legs in brown paper gaiters, steps
into the chlorine chamber, shovels the
bleaching powder into the cask, and
paesently shuffles out again and un-
lashes his svvathings, gasping as
though at death's door. There are
some fifteen thousand men in the em-
ploy of the United Alkali Co., includ-
ing special “process men” and labor-
ers.
The story of their daily and nightly
toil is told by tii*' faces and forms <>f
the worn, dejected men who pass you
in the streets, by the deaths from
respiratory diseases which carry off
the strongest men before their time,
by the evidence of horrible sufferings
from constant contact with the biting
lime, by teeth rotted away by the salt-
cake fumes, by scars and sometimes
blindness from caustic burning, by
vitrial burns, and bv the deadly nausea
from the gas inhaled, and the recurring
exhaustion brought on by fearfully-
protracted toil. Fortnightly Review.
THE BUCK-RIDER.
On,, or the Desperate IloJjjr* of the Han-
Mini Cab Drivers.
The “buck-rider” is a dummy fare to
whom the driver is often obliged to re-
sort in order to scrape together suffi-
cient money to pay the proprietor.
This is especially the case should he be
unfortunate over bis first horse. The
great use of the “buck-rider” is that he
enables the cabman to get his cab into
the market: in other words, to get past
the police constables, who keep all
empty cabs from loitering at places
where people are most likely to want
them.
Desperation makes the cabman fer-
tile of resource; he picks up his “buck,”
who may be either a man or a woman,
and carries him or her past the consta-
bles to the place where he wishes to go.
A coin changes hands, usually one ar-
ranged upon beforehand, and in the
momentary delay of alighting and pass-
ing the money the cabman may secure
a genuine fare and drives off trium-
phant. Of 'course the trick has to be
done with caution, for the penalty is a
heavy one if the cab driver is caught
carrying a “buck.*’ Policemen are well
aware of the dodge, and at certain points
constables arc stationed, whose special
duty it is to spot the professional
“buck-riders.” The profession is not a
lucrative one, for the “buck” seldom
gets more than a shilling or a gratis
ride for his or her services.—Nineteenth
Century.
N«»t the Same,
Most school-boys are convinced that
mathematics are not strictly in accord-
ance with common sense, but they arc
not always able to prove their’eonten-
This has just been done for them
mental arithmetic class. A hoy
asked whether he would rather
ave half an apple or eight-sixteenths.
“Wouldn't make any difference." was
the stolid rejoinder, “they’re all the
same!”
At this reply another boy sniffed
scornfully and was promptly turned
upon bv the teacher:
“Well, don’t you agree?”
“No in.” said the clever youth: “I’d a
good deal rather have one-half an ap-
ple.”
“And why, please?”
More juice. Cut up half an apple
Thr Little Emigrant'll Last Resting Place
on the Platte.
On the nortli fork of the Platte river,
with the blue mountains of Colorado in
sight to the west, we made camp one
afternoon at an earlier hour than usu-
al. Ry and by, in our knocking around
for firewood, one of the men brought
in a piece of board which was rotted at
one end, ns it had been in the ground.
“Whar'd ye git it?” queried Old Bill,
who was by all odds the roughest,
toughest and most uncouth man in the
party, and who no man had ever heard
speak a kind word to any living thing.
“Over there,” was the reply, as the
man addressed pointed over his shoul-
der.
Some of us followed Old Bill to the
spot. There was a grave there—the
grave of a child. We found it
only after the dead grass and weeds
of a dozen winters, perhaps, had
been cleared away. The board had
stood at its head once—how long ago
it was placed there no one could say.
Some emigrant train had halted just
here, and here some emigrant’s child
had breathed its last. They had dug a
grave for it in this desolate spot, heaped
stones over the fresh earth that the
wolves might not uncover the little
form, and the grief-stricken father had
marked the spot as best he could.
No knife had touched the board. The
emigrant train would not wait for
that. We looked it over and over and
brushed away the stains and the mil-
dew but there was neither date nor
name. Of what use? For every mile of
the old trails to the far west there is a
nameless and forgotten grave, remem-
bered only by God.
“What are you going to do?*’
So we asked of the rough old man as
he returned to the wagon for a shovel.
lie made no reply, but used the
shovel to heap up the sunken grave and
pat down the earth. There were vines
and flowers growing near. He trans-
planted until the fresh earth was al-
most hidden from sight, and he carried
water from the river to give them root.
After supper, ns we smoked and talked,
he brought from his wagon a thick
board and spent his hours in cutting
the epitaph:
; HEHE LIES BURIED
SOM BODY'S CHILD.
And before he slept bo had the head-
board in place, and as we drove away
next morning he lingered for half an
hour to bring more water and perhaps
to utter a prayer for the repose of the
dead.—Detroit Free Press.
DREAM ABSURDITIES.
Some of the Strange Workings of the Mind
In Sleep.
People sometimes make poetry in
dreams; few make riddles. Here is an
example: A lady who was fond of rid-
dles dreamed that she met another
lady, a stranger to her. “I shall not
tell you ray name.” said the strange
lady, “but I’ll put it like this: If 1 had
a tame hare which escaped and you
caught it, and asked me if you might
chain it up—that’s my name.”
“Letitia Ha-rrop!” answered the
dreamer at once. “Let I tie u hare
VERIFYING A SUPERSTITION.
One Day's Result, of (jetting Out of lied otf
Mu Wrong Side.
“So you don’t believe in the old su-
perstition about getting up on the
wrong side of the bed, oh?” said the
down-town business man the other day
at luncheon.
“1 do not,” remarked his friend.
“Well, Ido. I had a dose of it the-
other day. I hopped out of bed one
cold, frosty morning and tumbled into
my things and off I went to work.
“I hadn't gone more than a block
when a drunken man reeled into me
and spoiled my new hat The elevated
train was late. I could get no scat.
At the office the fire had gone out and
the boy who is supposed to attend to
that part came in about noon saying
that lie was sick. I spilled ink all over*
the books of the firm. Then half a.
dozen men I owed money to came to*
see me; when the sixth man showed up*
the head of the firm scowled and re-
marked that it was about time I took a
vacation.
“The luncheon I had that day gave
me the indigestion. I hurried back tc*
the office with a splitting headache,
madness oozing out of every pore of my
body.
“1 began to see that I had been ‘hoo-
dooed.’
“In the office again I ran around my
chair, expecting to break the charm,
but it was no go. In half an hour in*
came a telegram saying that my broth-
er had died in the west and that I
should send money to have the body-
forwarded to New York. I rushed,
around to the bank to get the loan and
the cashier gave me a wad of the lonjj
green that was five dollars short. I
failed to count the cash at the desk,
and we had a big war word when I
tried to convince him of his error.
“I then went to the telegraph office
to send the money, but slipped on a
banana peel at the very entrance and
sprained my ankle. That settled me for
the day. 1 hired a cab to take me
home, and cabby overcharged me three-
times.
“When I got home the worst stroke
of all was to confront me.”
“What was that?” put in his aston-
ished friend.
“Why, my mother-in-law was there,
bag and baggage, just arrived for a
four months’ stay.”
“And the bed?”
“1 confidently assert that all this-
happened because 1 got out on the
wrong side of the bed. To guard
against similar misfortune in the future
I have placed the bed close to the wall,
so that it now has only one side, and
the result is grand—luck all day long.
Have a cocktail on me?”
“I will,” said the friend, quickly,,
“and I propose a toast.”
“And it is?” said the other clicking
glasses.
“To the biggest liar in all New York:
—hail.”—N. Y. Herald.
tion.
For you?” ejaculated Evaline in sur- into eight-sixteenths, and you’d lose
prise. “And you let mamma open that
one and ran the risk of having Iter find
\\ a verly M ag*
yer, and likely to be so for a good many j quantity of muteriul furnished by this
years to come. We couldn't think of
Mich « thing, you know. She showed
you the letter? Ah! that is it.
“Well, well; I declare! Very straight-
forward ami matlrr-of-faet. A mere
matter of returning a lost parasol.
Still, you can't tell how much hidden
willing assistant.
Winter sped on, and fashionable so-
ciety in Iredell whs in its dizziest whirl.
Receptions, parties and matinees de-
manded the attention of the beautiful
and accomplished Miss Middleton.
But while she shone us a belle in so-
nieaniog there may be in these things. 1 eicty and attracted many desirable
fill
Did he pay the express charges’.
Just then their little dialogue
yours.’
“No risk whatever, ray dear, for they
! were every one hidden under tb° post-
age stamp, which 1 simply dampened
! and released and then pasted back on
I again in its place.”
••Oh! oh!” exclaimed Evaline with a
j long-drawn sigh of surprise. “That
beats all the love stories I ever read in
, books. And was there one under tho
stamp of each one of papa’s letters,
i and was that what you wanted the ett-
? I velopcs brought home for? You told
w as
suitors, it was observed with some dis- me a slorv ahout that paper cushion.
Interrupted by the entrance of one of 1 parents that w hile she was agreeable
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the subjects of their remarks.
“Pupa.” Irene said, “Evaline and I !
are going out for a little stroll, and 1 j
find 1 haven't any small change. 1 I
Dm II want to bring a package from the
express office. 1 presume It won't be
uiore than adolluror so; if you please.”
“Certainly, daughter,” ami Mr Mid-
dleton plunged his hand into his pock-
st. Alter the girls were out of hearing
appointment upon the part of her "Not a bit of a story.” responded
Irene, laughingly, “for here is the
cushion all completed; and now, you
need not bring me any more envelope);,
because l do not think 1 care to make
another."—J. F. Cowan, in Boston
Globe.
to all she seemed to encourage no one
in particular, but rather to hold all her
admirers at a distance.
“1 don't know what she means,” said
M r M iddleton in u disappointed tone to
his wife one evening. “Every girl ought
to think of marriage and settling down
in life as tin* mistress of her own home.
She won't have these eligible offers
forever. Can it be that after all Irene
Peastraw “How is your niece look-
V M
same as usual lor a uiau.”— liarptf t
I Bazar.
half the jaiee doing it.
a/.iue.
Too Much for lilt* Nerves.
“What's the mutter, old chappie?”
exclaimed Cholly.
“Hand me vonr smelling-bottle, deali
boy!" said Fweddv. faintly. “The
young woman who has just passed us
gives off a stwong odoh of new ging-
ham!”—Chicago Tribune.
Very Angry.
Clara Weren’t you angry when he
kissetl you?
Maud Indeed I was.
Clara And did you make him apol-
ogize?
Maud 1 should 'say 1 did! I made
him apologize six times.—Truth.
Iflw Prouil Position.
“1 suppose your son doesn’t take as
much interest in music, now lie is in col-
lege. as he used to," saiil Mrs. Tilling*
hast to Mrs. Biggerstaff.
••Oh, yes he does." replied the latter. ,
“lie's a member of the catarrh and ban* I
doline club.' Judge.
up.
There was no pause for reflection in
the dream any more than in another
case. The dreamer, walking with a
friend, met an acquaintance of ovine
appearance, who saluted with a curious
duck.
“What a queer how!” said the com-
panion in the dream.
“Sheep-dip,” answered the dreamer;
a kind of pun which perhaps nobody
would have made when awake any
• nore than he would have solved the
idiotic riddle of Letitia Harrop. As
another dream absurdity one may men-
tion the lady who met (in a vision of
the night) another lady, who had a
baby. “I shall call him Jehovah,” said
the mother.
“Impossible!'* said the dreamer.
“Yes, and I shall call him .lull, for
short!”—Andrew Lang, in Longman's
Magazine.
Thr Cigarette Ab.*oatl.
It appears that the smoking of cigar-
ettes has of late years spread almost as
rapidly in Persia as in countries nearer
home. Our consul at llesht says that
cigarette tobacco was first introduced
as an agricultural product into the
province of Ghilan in 1870. The seed
was imported from Samson n, in Tur-
key. and the introduction of the plant
into the northern provinces of Persia
has had the effect of introducing the
general practice of cigarette smoking |
into the country. It lias become so
general that even the lowest peasant
now goes about with a cigarette case I
and cigarette paper. Until quite re-
cent years only kalians or hubble-bub-
bles and chibouks, or long wooden
pipes with red clay bowels, were used;
the former generally by the higher |
classes, and the latter by the peasantry,
laborers, mule-drivers, and people con-
stantly on the move and requiring u
more portable apparatus. The chi-
bouk lias now been to a very large ex-
tent replaced by cigarettes, the tobacco
for this purpose being cheaper than the
Shiraz tumbekeo. which is required for
kalian and chibouk. — London Times.
A Good Iteiisoii.
She—How many times have you been I
in love before you met me?
He—Once.
She And why didn’t you marry her?
lie — She wuf married already. — j
Judge.
I n flint Ur Precocity.
“It was awfully clever of baby. He
had never been told what flowers were,
but the minute he saw them he said,
‘llwobs!’ ’’
“But what docs Rwobs mean?"
“Flowers, of course.”—Harper's Ba-
zar.
Doubt Changed to Faith
“My little girl Kitty had
a skin disease which the
doctors called Eczema,
causing her great agony
with its Intense itching
and burning. Seven or
eight physicians gave us
medicines but to no good.
At the earnest advice of
HOOD’S SARSAPARILLA with the result
of a perfect cure. Her skin is now as fair and
clear as any child’s in town.” WILLIAM Fox,.
Fair Haven, Vt. Be sure to get Hood’s.
Kitty Fox.
a neighbor we tried*
HOOD’S PILLS t'ureall Liver Ills.
“German
Syrup”
I simply state that I am Druggist
and Postmaster here and am there-
fore in a position to judge. I have
tried many Cough Syrups but for
ten years past have found nothing
equal to llosehee's German Syrup.
I have given it to my baby for Croup
with the most satisfactory results.
Every mother should have it. J. H.
Hobbs, Druggist and Postmaster,
Moffat, Texas. We present facts,
living facts, of to-day Boschee’s
German Syrup gives strength to the
body. Take no substitute. ®>
IEWIS’ 98% LYE
POWDERED AND PERFUMED
(PATEN rED)
The fifroinj'tf and pttreat T.yc
„ il» Unlike oth« r Lye, it being
A
w
with removable lid, the content*
ire always ready for use. \Vil\
make the h?*t perfumed Hurd
n *Jn minutes U'U/li
;ss'h
trees.! tc PENN 4.Ml
Gen. Agent*, 1*111
I irNAMK THIS FAPKH »f»rj Urn* j
Hunt
out boil-
l»e*l for cleansing
disinfecting#Flnks>
>nints,.
r mT"(i < o.
mi.r*.
Soap in 20 minv
iruj It U (lit*
waste pipes, <
closets, washing bottles, pa
M’K’I
NOT BE DECEIVED
with 1’iiMea, Kmunels, nnd which etaln.
the bunds,Injure the Iron, end burn red,
■ l
I !o«s Durnhtc. ii ml tin* consu^.ier nay* for no tin
r 1 1'iu kiiio* with every purchase.
S
malarial ori,
S
WIFT’S SPECIFIC •«
k For renovating tho entire system,
eliminating all poisons from the
___ Blood, whether "f scrofulous <>r
malarial origin, this preparation has uutupial.
of
s.ss:
A HntlsfHetory F.xplanntlon
V ini tor (in new spa pur-office
What
volley of profanity I
is that terrible
hear? •
Boy That'* the religious editor inak*
ing up the forms.—Judge.
“ For eighteen months I had an»>
| eating sore on my tongue. 1 wa«v
___ treated by best local physicians,
hut obtained no relief : tho eoro gradually grew
worse. 1 finally t«mk fv H. P , and was entirely
cured after using a few bottles.”
C. 1». McLemork, Henderson, Tex-
s
cases mailed free.
Tre Bwirr Spegi kic ro.,
Atlanta, La.
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