Jasper County Democrat, Volume 4, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 November 1901 — CONDENSED STORIES. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CONDENSED STORIES.

Lady Btanley and the Bootblack Who Wanted to Know. Lady Stanley —6o much better known to her countless friends as Dolly Tennant —before her marriage to Sir Henry Stanley devoted a great deal of her time to art, and especially to an inimitable depicting of the small street arab, the lads end lassies of the ragamuffin order. For the purposes of these pictures she used to seek models in all grades of London boy life, and among her sitters was a little bootblack, who, ia addition to being her model, was also her humble but devoted admirer. One afternoon she invited him and some half a dozen of her little friends to a grand tea party in Richmond terrace. The children gathered round the table, awe stricken at the lavish display of cakes and tarts and the subtle sweet creations of the pastry cook which the kindly hostess had provided, hut it was noted that the bootblack was not absorbed in the contemplation of the good things, but kept his bright eyes fixed on the man servant, who, dressed in the Tennant livery, ornamented with .shining brass buttons, was attending to the wants of the small guests. The bootblack never took his eyes off him, but watched-him without a wink till, in the course of his duties, the man withdrew from the room for a moment. Then, edging up to Lady Stanley, the bootblack in a confidently aside said: “Miss, what’s yer bruvver wear them buttons for?”

The Judge Was Compassionate. A certain judge who once presided over a criminal court was famous as one of the most compassionate men who ever sat upon the bench.

His softness of heart, however, did. not prevent him from doing bis duty as a judge. A man who had been convicted of stealing a small amount was brought into court for sentence. He looked very sad and hopeless and the court was much moved by his contrite appearance. “Have you ever been sentenced to imprisonment?” the judge asked. “Never, never!” exclaimed the prisoner, bursting into tears. “Don’t erv, don’t cry,” said the judge consolingly, “you’re going to be now!” —Chicago Chronicle.

The Man on the Boundary. Where does a man live when he is on a boundary? This old problem has cropped up again in the English courts. One barrister solved it by ruling that a man lives in that parish where his front door is situated. But what if the imaginary line run under the middle of the step and come out at the back of the house? Something very like this actually exists at Northwich, in England, and as a consequence the occupier of a small cottage for many years has claimed and exercised the right of voting in two parliamentary districts. Perhaps the best general rule for settling boundary disputes is one*-which was formulated by an English court in 1815. A man who “lived in two parishes” became a pauper, whereupon a dispute arose as to which should maintain him. Models of the house and the lied on which he slept were laid before the court that it might ascertain how much of his body lay in each parish. In the end it was held that lie was “settled" where his head (“being the nobler part") lay. Couldn’t Cure or Kill. Dr. Garth, physician and versifier, who lived in the time of Addison, when lingering late over his wine one night was asked bv Bichard Steele if his patients would not need him. The doctor had the honesty to reply that it did not matter in the least whether he saw them that night or next day, for nine had such had constitutions that no physician could cure them, while the remainder had such good onei that all the doctors in t.be world could not kill them.

“DON’T CRY,” SAID THE JUDGE.