Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 19 July 1895 — Page 4

,« JAMES R. KEENE.

Schoolmaster, Millionaire, Bankrupt and millionaire A sain—Love For His Horse. fSpecial Correspondence'.]

NEW YORK, July 15.—Nobody seems to know just how much money James R. Keeno has, hut it is agreed by his friends that he is rich. At the lowest estimate, they say. he is worth

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highest, §10,000,000, and the chances are that the right figure lies somewhere between the two. Iveene's friends are also agreed upon two other matters concerning him—first, he is likely to keep his present, fortune second, of his divers possessions the speedy horse Domino is held by him in higher regard than almost anything else. He is apt to fret more about that horse than about- the most important deal in stocks, and when the result of a race in which Domino is entered is defeat Keene is cast down into the very dept hs.

Kecne's carecr has been as interesting as tho most skillfully written romance. When he was a young man, he taught school for some years on the Pacific coast. Of course his wages were small—too small Indeed to enable the "average young man" to much more than live on them. But it was while he was schoolteacher that Keene saved money enough to make his first start in life. Some of his pupils -wero the children of men who oftentimes made ten times as much in one day by a lucky speculation as tho clear headed, thrifty pedagogue could in a whole year. •With these fathers Keene became a favorite, and as soon as he had managed to save U]) enough to make a modest venture jn the speculative field he made it.

I am not sure as to the nature of his very first venture, hut the first which attracted general attention had to do with tho stock of the Bonanza mines, which was away out of sight then. being above 500. Keene thought it must come down, and he put. up what little he had made and saved and began to sell Bonana to than that, he borrowed all hi! could get tor the same IJurpo.se. His friends thought him daft. But. the outcome shewed how sound had been his reasoning, for Bonanza soon bogan to decline. Once started, it. went down on a run, finally reaching the pitiful Hgurc of 25 or thereabouts. Through til© entiro course of the collapse Keene bought and sold, bought and sold, doubling his money over and over again, and when the bottom was reached he had wads and wads of money. His winnings must have been a round §3,000,000.

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JAMES K. KEEXE.

Now, many men, including the present writer and probably most, of his readers, would have been well satisfied to rest right there and enjoy the $3,000,000, but it was not so with Keene. He was not satisfied. He thought, he had proved his judgment and his ability as a fighter. He could see do reason whatever why he should not make some more millions, and he came to New York to do the trick.

Keene is a man of abundant nerve even now. Then his nerve was like steel tempered to the hardness of the diamond, for ho decided before ever leaving California not only that he would make plenty of money in New York, but that he would mako it out of Jay Gould. When he reached New York. Keene found his fame ahead of him. People of all sorts were talking of him as the poor schoolmaster who had metamorphosed himself into a millionaire by selling something he never owned.

It was expected by "the street" that li« would hero proceed on a plan similar to that .'ulopted on the slope in whatever operation he undertook, but he didn't. At first he took things easy for him. Then ho got up a corner in wheat with the idea that ho could down Could in that way. As tho ex-schoolmaster bought the price -went up day after day. The peoplo watched, and Keene smiled in tho anticipation of tho triumph certain soon to bo his, but Gould said nothing. All tho time, however, tho great railroad and telegraph magnate was "sawing wood"—industriously and persistently. After awhile Gould began more open operations. They were very similar in plan to those by which Keene had made his millions out of Bonanza stock. Gould sold wheat day after day, day after day, and ordered it sold all over the country. Tho result was bad for Keene. It broke the corner and ruined the schoolmaster. Plenty there were who believed his ruin was permanent, but Keene was not. among that number. Those who knew him then say ho was not as badly affected by the smash as ho is now whenever something happens to

Domino. It was through the Vanderbilts that Keene got on his feet again. He had done something that redounded to their interest when ho first came east., and they loaned him some money, though he was able to offer no security. With this money Keene laid the foundation of his present fortune, though it is years before ho was able to count himself a millionaire again.

When he ciime east, Keene used to wear a long tailed milk white overcoat, and in many other ways encouraged tho people to talk about him. Now ho is past that, as ho is also past further plunging in such a manner as to risk a second downfall.

M. I. DEXTER.

Tangled Teeth.

Tangled teeth, or, as a well known wag remarked, accidental or dentals, resembling tho crooked kernels in a badly domoralized ear of corn, aro the index of a reckless and unbalanced nature. Where they aro long and crooked, lapping in and out, thoy rarely accompany strength and persistency. Long, protruding, canino teeth or tusks, as they are commonly called, are read by physiognomists as a sure indication of innate brutality, and a human face with protuberant jaws certainly gives a wonderful expression of degradation and brutality to the countenance. This may bo easily proved by changing the mouth in a beautiful picture of a noble face. Enlarge the mouth and the jaws protrude lot the incisors project, and tho result is a hideous transformation Miohael Angelo notably made use of this Jiorrible jaw to produce the absolutely fiendish expression of his demons in his "Last Judgment."—Kansas City Times.

Lemon Salad.

A lemon salad is a German dish that is Jiighly recommended. Pull the lettuce leaves in little pieces, squeeze the juice of a fmRll lemon or half of a largo one into a tumbler and a little sugar, & little water and a good pinch of salt, and pour the mixture all over the salad.—New York 'Times.

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remarkable cattle ranch in the world and well worth a description. If you were to ask a Mormon about it, he would tell you this is a fable, but the gentiles know betI ter. Mormons naturally do not like to I think that so much valuable property is lying useless and inaccessible through the knavery of one of their most prominent men." "Wouldn't it be possible to get into the gorge by moans of the river?" one of the listeners asked. "It has been tried again and again," returned the mining engineer, "but you must remember that the Bear river is almost impassable. Its current is swift its bed a mass of jagged rocks. It tumbles and plunges along and raises the very dcuce until it enters Green river. A boat or canoe could not exist long in those tumultuous waters. There is a legend among the Utes that a renegade of their number, who had stolen a Sioux woman for his wife and on that account was driven from his tribe, tried to reach this gorge by means of the river. He thought it a safe retreat from his enemies and that he could kill and cat the fat beeves and make garments and a tepee from their skins. He made a rude canoe, and taking his Sioux wife with him attempted the descent of the rapids. The canoe was snapped into chips and the adventurers lost. No, the bravest and most hardy, either white or

Indian, will hesitate before trying to effect an entrance into that mountain prison." "The only human being who could ever get in that place," stated the jolly, ruddy sheriff, who was one of the group, "would be a Mexican cattle thief." "Indeed?" laughed the mining man, "and how would he manage it?" "I don't know," rejoiued the sheriff, "but he would get in some way. If that ranch were in the southeastern part of Colorado instead of the northwestern, the greaser thieves would sneak in some fashion."

Then the company in the Santa Fe sleeping car urged the sheriff to tell what he knew of the haunts of the Mexican cattle thieves. "What I know would fill a book,'" he answered, "and I don't want to tire you out. I'll only give you a personal experience or two. The greatest pest of Colorado cattlemen is the Mexican cattle thief. They sneak over the border at night and carry off the finest yearlings they can lay hands on. They live in communities, are usually connected by marriage and will swear to anything to help each other out of a scrape. There was the famous Archileta gang. Arcliilcta was a typical greaser thief who lived down in the Huerfano country. His brothers-in-law, sons and cousins were of the same stripe as himself. They were the scourge of that region. For a long time the finest., fattest beeves had been disappearing from this and that ranch, and suspicion pointed toward these lazy, worthless Mexicans.

Mexican Thieves.

"At last I started out overnight with a couple of deputies, determined to capture the thieves if that wero possible. It was dusk when wo came to the tumble down dobes where the gang lived. They were not at home. We went into an out of door cellar and there found a quarter of beef with the brand of a well known company on it. Taking it with us, we went down the road a short distance to where another member of tho gang lived and there found tho rest of the carcass, into which the quarter we had seized fitted perfectly. We waited until tho crew came home and took them into custody. Archilota was a powerful fellow who had sworn he would never be taken alive, but he submitted to arrest when he found we had willed the turn on him. His wife, however, made a terrible scene, trying to stop us and threatening in the mast fiery language to do me up. However, we got our prisoners safely to the neighboring town, and Archileta is now in the penitentiary at Canon City. "Another time I was on the trail of a notorious thief, having followed him all day and coming tip to the ruined dobe where he lay hidden just as the moon rose. He knew me, and leaping on his horse started for the river. After him I rode, hot and fast. He took the stream, and his horse struck out boldly. In after him my horse and I went. I followed him across, back again to the other shore and then across onco more. Two or three times I shot at him, but missed him. Ho got away from me, and I must say that a fellow who will mako such a desperate break for his liberty as that Mexican thief did almost deserves it. And he displayed such courage and resource I believe he would swim the Bear river and get into that walled ranch above Meeker, if he lived in that neighborhood. Mexicans, however, rarely get so far north in Colorado. They are too lazy, and then they can do business right along on the border."

Then the mining man and the sheriff fell to discussing free silver, while I, looking out tho window at tho snowy peaks rising in the distance, decided that tho west is full of stories yet. "The half has never been told."

EDITII SESSIONS TUITER.

Heads That Titles Turn.

In London society float about many funny stories of people whose heads aro turned by tho acquisition of a small title bestowed by royalty in the progress of some official function. Ono told of the wife of a city magnate who bought a country place and v*is finally knighted. Tho lady was of very humblo origin, and her elevation was too much for her. Tho clergyman of tho village—a scion of noble family—called upon tho new knight to congratulate him and was kept waiting in tho drawing room for somo 20 minutes. Then the door was flung open by a powdered flunky, who, ushering in tho fat and florid mistress of tho house, bawled out at tho top of his voice, "The Lady Jones!"

Not long ago the wife of another new mado knight was greatly aggrieved at receiving on the very day this dignity was conferred a letter naturally enough addrossed to "Mr. So-and-so." She proceeded to indite a scathing answer to hor innocent correspondent—an epistle written throughout in tho third person and beginning, "Lady So-and-so begs to point out that a mistake has been mado in the address of tho latter sent to her. Lady So-and-so requests that in future," etc.

Two of a Kind.

Ho was a canvasser for a magazine, and when ho rang the doorbell he was met by a smiling and quizzical young woman, who listened to his story with an unusual interest—tho kind he never had struck before in his journeyings. "You tell it well," she said, and then, asking him to wait a minute, she disappeared. The sinking heart of the canvasser beat with hope once more. But when she returned she did not bring her purse, but proceeded with a tale about a magazine she held in her hand, Setting forth the advantages of it over any in the market. He listened With more irritation than tolerance while she give him the canvasser's statement. Then rihe Said, "Now, if you'll subscribe to mine, I'll take yours." Then he went away and cogitated.—Philadelphia Press.

A MAY MADRIGAL.

Birds are busy oil the bough Listen how they sing! All the world is merry now

In the arms of spring. Twinkling blossoms on the spray, Trembling stars above, How they gladden, hearing May

Whisper softly, Love!

Fickle April gone at last Doubt with her has tlown. May and Hope returned and fast

Calling to their own. In her garden ljower the rose Slips a velvet glove Some one calls her—well she knows 'Tis the voice of Love!

On the vine the gentle gales Kiss the buds awake. Drowsy violets in the vales

All their dreams forsake. Back on shining pinions fleet

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Flies her faithful dove With May's message, strange and sweet, With your message, Love. -Frank D. Sherman in Ladies' Homo Journal.

A WIDOW'S L0YE.

It was "steamer £ay" at Sitka, and amid all the joyous stir and excitement that the monthly boat brought was one forlorn, unhappy man. Tom Douglas watched his friends as they eagerly opened their letters and listened with assumed interest to the bits of news they were anxious to share, for at Sitka the population throngs to the wharf when the steamer's whistle is heard and waits the coming of the ship and the distribution of the mails. The people crowd into the tiny postoffice on the dock and watch impatiently for the longed for home letters.

But Tom's honie letter was not a comfort to him. ""Well, she is really coming," he thought, "a month from today, if the steamer is on time. I will be a married man worse luck. How can I ever tell Natalia, dear little girl! I wouldn't willingly hurt her tender feelings for $1,000,000, as hard up as I am." And Tom whistled ruefully.

Tom Douglas was a naval officer and before being stationed at Sitka he had been on duty a winter in Washington, where he plunged into society with that gay abandon that only a sailor knows, for after three years at sea a young fellow is quite ready for the rush and whirl of the gay capital. All houses were open to the handsome lieutenant, but there was one where he was especially welcome. The hostess was a pretty widow of some 26 or 27 years of age. Her husband, who had died suon after their marriage, seemed not to have had a very strong hold on her affections, for after mourning him decorously for a year she blossomed into the gayest of the gay, and her house became a center for the young officers who had been the friends of her husband.

It was there that Tom spent most of his time. He dropped in during the morning and discussed the newest gossip or the latest magazines and came in for a cup of tea in the afternoon and remained till her cozy parlor was empty save for himself and her. "Are you going to the assembly tonight?" he would ask. "Will you be there, Tom?" Mrs. Deering had such a good fellowship way of using her friends' first names.

Yes, I presume so." "Well, then, I am going," the little widow would reply.

And that was the way the winter passed, Tom running in at all hours, privileged to smoke or read, to talk or listen, the most indulged of all her callers. When his orders came for liis immediate removal to Alaska, he put the document in his pocket and went as usual to the cheery home of Mrs. Deering. He told her the news and was really surprised and flattered by her recep tion of it. She took both his hands in hers, and the tears gathered in her bright eyes. "Oh, Tom," she said, "I hate to have you go."

Now, it never occurred to Lieutenant Douglas before, but at this moment the idea did come to him that he was in love with the widow. He drew her to him and kissed away her tears, and before he knew it he was engaged to Alice Deering.

He left soon after arranging to have Alice join him later in the summer, but owing to the loss of a distant relative, the heir of whose modest estate she was, her coming had been greatly delayed. It was now more than a year since Tom and she had parted in Washington. In the meantime Tom had whiled away his leisure hours in the somewhat narrow circle of Sitka society, but in that narrow bound he had found a fair Russian flower that he knew bloomed for him. Though Tom had not made love to Natalia—he was too honorable for that— they had been together constantly, and each knew instinctively what was in tho other's heart. "I believe I'll go and tell Natalia all," Tom continued to muse, "right now, for of course as a gentleman and officer I am bound to keep my word, and my word is given to marry Alice— hang it 1 I wish I had never been born. She, too, poor girl, may discover that my love has somewhat cooled. If it ever was love, it never was the same feeling I have for dear little Natalia, bless her loving heart."

So Tom went to Natalia and told her that he was engaged, and that another month would see him married.

Her delicate face whitened, but controlling herself she said: "I congratulate you, Mr. Douglas." Then, bursting into tears, she turned away. The sight of her tears was too much for Tom. Embracing her tenderly, he said: "I love but you, Natalia, darling. Oh, that I had met yoa first 1 My fondness for Alice was but a fleeting thing, and my love for you will last forever."

Pressing warm kisses on her lips, he held her close. "Leave me, Tom. It is right for you to keep your word, but you should have told me of your engagement before. We had best part now. Goodby." "But can't I come to see you, Natalia, as usual?" "Why, certainly not, Mr. Douglas.

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It would only be painful, for we can never, from this time forward, be anything but the most formal of friends."

Tom was touched by the simple dignity of the young Russian girl, whose quiet life had been spent by the seashore under the shadow of the mountains, far from the noise of city or town, so he bowed to her will. Their parting was a heartbreaking one to both. "Natalia, I can't bear to leave you. I must have you, dearest." "There, go nowr. This is only foolish." "Well, then, let me kiss you for the last time, darling," pleaded Tom.

Natalia put up her little tear stained face, and Tom silently kissed her and wreut away.

That month passed only too quickly for poor Tom, who looked with dread toward the coming of the steamer. He studiously avoided Natalia, denying himself the regular afternoon walk to the Indian river, which is the event of the day to all the white people at Sitka. He kept close to his rooms when not on board ship, cursing the mistake of his life which was so soon to make an unwilling bridegroom of him.

To Natalia, whose soft, brown eyes were red with weeping, life seemed a dreary blank now that the daily visits of Tom had ceased. There appeared in her mental horizon nothing for which to live. She wondered howr she had existed before he came to Sitka. But then she had been busy with her lessons, and now, in the idea of her old fashioned father, her simple education was complete, and it was time for her to marry one of the Russian lads who sought her hand.

The nest "steamer day" Tom Douglas was seen rushing madly to Natalia's home. The neighbors, who of course had noted his long absence, wero greatly surprised. "Natalia, Natalia," he cried as soon as she camo into the quaint drawing room to receive him. "I'vo come to ask you to be my wife. Dearest, say yes at once.'' "Why, Tom, aro you crazy? What has become of Alice?" "Well, by George, Natalia, 6he is married! Just think of it—married! And I am the happiest man on earth. A pardoned convict's feelings of relief are not to be compared to mine. You see, soon after she left Washington she met an old sweetheart whom she had cast off to marry Mr. Deering, whose position and prospects seemed better. In the meantime this fellow had made a fortune, and as he was on his way to Alaska for a pleasure trip they decided to make it also a wedding trip and break the news to me in person. Rather awkward, you might think, but I congratulated them with all my heart and thanked my stars for my freedom. Come, little girl, put on your hat, and I'll take you down to the steamer to see the bride, and I'll introduce to her my fiancee, because you say, 'Yes,' don't you, dear?" "I suppose eo, Tom, but it's all so sudden. Shall I wear my leghorn hat?" —St. Louis Republic.

Scandinavian Wood Pulp.

The amount of wood pulp now produced in Scandinavia is reported to be enormous, and besides the many wood pulp mills there area large number of native cellulose and sulphite works, the former supplying more than one-half the wood pulp production. Next to these come the sulphite mills, the wood pulp mills exporting barely half their production, or considerably less in quantity than the sulphite and cellulose. Almost all the paper exported from Sweden is said to be made from wood pulp. A recently published account of this industry show a total of some 95 establishments, and for 55 of these the aggregate power, usually water, is reported to equal about 13,000 horsepower. The most important of these aro thus enumerated: Those of Ornon, Tralhatton, 2,450 horsepower, with 24 horizontal and 2 vertical mills that of Munkidal, Uddevalia, 1,250 horsepower, with 10 horizontal and 1 vertical mill, and Tossefors, Ottebal, 900 horsepower, with 17 horizontal mills. There aro 12 patron cellulose works and 17 sulphite establishments.—New York Sun.

What Makes Niagara Falls' Power?

What makes Niagara falls'power possible is the fact that Lake Superior, Lake Michigan, Lake Huron and Lake Erie, with a combined area of 90,000 square miles, representing the reservoirs of some 250,000 square miles of watershed, are situated COO feet above the sea leveL The great volume of water falling over the vast territory flows on its natural course to the Atlantic ocean with but a slight descent, until it is brought into the narrow Niagara river, when, in the rapids just above the falls, it declines 55 feet and then, with a single plunge, drops into the abyss, 165 feet below. Eminent engineers have computed that 275,000 cubic feet of water pass over the falls every second, representing in theoretical energy over 6,000,000 horsepower.—Cassier's Magazine.

Improving on Nature.

"Horrors I" exclaimed the beautiful society woman. "Do you mean to try to sell me that picture as an artistic presentation of a group of horses?"

Tho great artist paused a moment bewildered. Then a light broke in upon him, and with a few rapid strokes he painted out all the long, graceful tails on the horses and substituted for each a docked tuft that stuck out straight like a pump handle. "Ah," said the society woman, clapping her hands with pleasure, "now that is a picture worth having."—Chicago Reoord.

Mme. Mara.

Mme. Mara, the noted songstress, had dark, irregular features, but with such a play of expression when she sang that they seemed to glow. She did not at first appearance on the stage favorably impress an audience, on account of her lameness, but when she began to Bing everything else was forgotten.

PLAYS AND PLAYERS.

Mme. Mclba is singing in London, but she does not appear to liavo created a furore there.

Mrs. Romnaldo Pacheco will shortly be drawing royalties from three of her plays simultaneously. "Horace" is the title of the play iu which E. M. and Joseph Holland are to star next season.

The cheap repertory comic opera companies have never had as poor a season as the one just ended.

Chicago, before tho fair, was considered the best show town in America. Now it is pretty nearly the worst.

Elsie Adair, the original "sensational" dancer, has returned to New York from a professional trip around the world.

Duse says she will not come to America this year, but the great Italian actress seldom sticks to any determination very long.

Shrewd theatrical managers declare that high grade melodrama and elaborate burlesque will "rule tho roost" for several years.

The general opinion in New York is that W. H. Thompson as Svcngali, in "Trilby," is incomparably superior to Wilton Lackaye.

Jeff Do Angolis will very sensibly remain a member of Delia Fox's company. Ho will leave starring to more foolish comedians.

Florence Rockwell, who supports James O'Neill, is still tho youngest leading lady in the world in tragedy. Sho was 17 a few weeks ago.

Thero is a theatrical firm in New York which employs a press agent who yearly grinds out several plays for them. His entire remuneration is his salary as press agent.

Mrs. Langtry is now delivering lectures on stage ethics and kindred subjects in her spare moments. John L. Sullivan has not yet announced his intention of following her example.

CHIVALRY AND KNIGHTHOOD.

In 1014 an order was established in Palestine, the Noble Order of Martyrs. Japan has four or five orders of nobility, membership .to which is eagerly coveted.

The leading decoration of tho Legion of Honor in France is a red ribbon worn in tho buttonhole.

Tho Order of tho Annunciation is a very old Italian distinction. It was founded by one of the Dukes of Savoy in 1100.

There are three orders whose members are consecrated to St. James. They aro found in Holland, Portugal and Spain.

Guizot reduces the oaths of knighthood to 25 different articles and adds that the observation of theso would make a man a perfect saint.

The Knights of Malta once played an important part in the history of the Mediterranean sea. The order was very powerful from 1521 until tho beginning of the present century.

The Order of Broom Flowers was a French distinction which has long since become extinct. The most conspicuous badge of the order was a cluster of broom flowers, worn in the hat or helmet.

Knights errant were exactly what they are described by Cervantes in "Don Quixote"—wandering adventurers, ready to succor the distressed or engage in any enterprise that promised a pecuniary or other reward.

Italy has a greater number of orders of nobility than any other European country. Any foreigner who has the money to pay for it can secure an Italian order to wear on his coat, and thus be in fashion when he goes to a reception in a European city. —St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

POLITICAL PLEASANTRIES,

Tom Reed has shaved off his mustache, and now everybody can see that he is keeping his mouth shut.—St. Louis GlobeDemocrat

Speaking about presidential dark horses, tho Hon. Frank Hiscock writes me that he is probably looking handsomer than over. —Washington Capital.

It is not worth whilo to make charges, but the heaviest rains this season have fallen in Secretary Morton's own state, Nebraska. —Indianapolis News.

It was all a campaign lie about President Cleveland going fishing on Sunday. Ho was simplv behind the barn digging bait for Monday morning.—Florida TimesUnion.

The candidates for a presidential nomination are not enthusiastic over the agricultural department's new pamphlet on "Protection From Lightning."—St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

It is lucky that tho American constitution does not follow the lines of British precedent. If the president of the United States had to resign every time the house of representatives punched holes in his policy, the presidency would be in a state of permanent vacancy.—Chicago Record.

OUR FOREIGN COUSINS.

Lord Rosebery will stand out in history as a good fellow who mado rather an indifferent premier.—Kansas City Star.

The Baltic canal already needs dredging. Can it bo that so soon as this Kaiser Wilhelm's name is mud?—Philadelphia Press.

The French were enthusiastically cheered by the Germans at Kiel, but they brought homo no deed of gift for Alsace and Lorraine.—Louisville Commercial.

Bernhardt says that Duso is too "bourgeoiso" for the role of Camillo. Duso, extending hor index finger toward tho Gallic actress, says, "That's too thin!" Now look out for squalls.—Boston Traveller.

Tho Londoners have just discovered that traction by cablo is "a splendid improvement on horsepower." No wonder the fogs like to linger in a city that holds such people as our slow going cousins.—Baltimore American.

Tho versatile Kaisor Wilhelm opens canals with tho samo grace and ease with which ho makes speeches, writes^ poetry, composes songs, drills soldiers, paints pictures, sails yachts and extinguishes village fires.—Chicago Record.

FLYTIME.

Oil of lavender and water, in equal quantities mixed, if sprayed about the room will banish flies.—Good Housekeeping.

If there is a fly in the room these mornings, it doesn't make any difference if the alarm clock has run down.—Atchison Globe.

Thero is plenty of evidenco already that during tho long cold winter months not a single fly got frozen or mislaid.—Somervillo Journal.

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