Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 24, Number 6, Jasper, Dubois County, 13 January 1882 — Page 3

WEEKLY COUIUER.

C. UO. rtlC. )ti)l !.. . JAMK, INDIANA. TMKOIOQY IN TMM Ql'AitTlilttf. stew f, r fl BOtfcm IN MT iMMMl tti WtMM you ssasT mwmmMoh TiMi'ttte hwWiii4 M4i qotvtfcmsfetoe wssjrwUwtnex Waco Iwmt yon on 4 wtnsewHrtaa' hn' pin de wbtr-M4muqmMMuM' goto' toboeder you aaiirkt! Dim jMwr eyes'll open wider Ann dejr tMr donebefo', WlMHt )m ehttts jrou 'bout esueaeiMMiratw oat D Mwob on de pkkt4l lue erfon ki Milky SCeee 11-witteHltt' want you're srlMn nt, mi' bmuiit what you Mir; Wo msttor what yini want to do, no mutter wtotr ywi's irwiM, fa Mighty up to Nttd It out hh' immh R 'kmc d Hne: Aa' oTra Ht de meetta', wtom you mmkm a fuss Why, dey sssMjde news ttta' to- H golden telegraph Dm In 4e ores, what's a settta' toy tks . Jes mwfe de winamee wM a look m' ciM K (Ht iM. ! you twttwrdoyowr jMty welt an' keep your Dtwwcilimou DHIWI, An' keen tetoufcln' straight ahnwd mi' wstealn' wher you Meer; OMMe arter White de Umm'u oonie to Journey ruin de Inn', An' aey'll take you way Hp In de a' ran' put you on aestaa'; Den you'll ho to oaten to de oterk mi answer snelMhkfnr a4nttlitfSBd Htanitx HfNSM yon ever 'spec' to ttnMde froo de elnplerter fwte! OUKUB. iJta-M BfijitiWW' s4s tivM eeWNfetdf' 0t t-Awt SfClsVfJf ' The MagL''i we modestly called ourselves. We were a club of young lit emry utnranu sou, m nearly every " Mnfian bud article in print, held our bends orettv hisrh. After tiftv vesrs' experience I've come to think that no uch obnoxious creature lives as s man rehearsing, socially, hi public role .of journalist, punster or critic; but then it. seemed fine thine to scintillate spark ol ones latest maaxine oninancy, in a friendly war. upon one's fellow immortal. We bad only a single member who was absolutely without literary pre tension. He got in becMiM I wan prcsMtem ami had lntmtuoed Mm that. too, Just at a moment when an initiation fee was welcome. Ned Deniston wan bis name a chap out from England for a iorKiiire nrra, ooiripundenu ot the hotwe where I was servirur a restless term at bookkeeping, being meanwhile eaten up with longings alter authorship Weil. Deniston was our stttpki, good natured fellow, who spoke little. Being overawed by our accomplishments, bnt, as he said: "Thout It loin V bear clever chaps dlseussm'." Otoe nifirht we voted a prise for the best oriirittal story. A silver cun was deeideu upon, and the subserfptions looted up so liberally that the confidence of each individual Maaraln in nis own powers was clearly set forth. The evening came for tlra competition, and Phlpps, a reporter on tite TrvmfKUr, led off with an anecdote about a darky. The mimicry of negro dialect set Denison laughing so natteringiv long and loud that PhTpps oondescended to open conversation with him, asking when he expected to return to Eaurlana. "A boot t' back end w next week," sajrs Deniston; whereat the fellows roar and Deniston Innocently joins In, remarking : Yes ; that, was a footmy tale ahoot darky, and weel told, too weel toid." The cttp stood in the middle of our great table, lust before my presidential chair. It glistened with snowy chasing, bore an inscription beginning orfknna verba, and, for the occasion, was Ailed with flower. Next followed little Hopklnson, a young Journalist, the mildest man among as, with the description of a murder in a city den; tragic it was, soaked la Hie dregs of crime and ghastly with the lights of the station-house. "That is a reel horrid tale," exclaimed Deniston. "I whoap It's not true Hopklnson produced a polke report, written up by himself, in an old copy of his paper as proof of his strict adherence to facts. The club set up a sort of derision, but Deniston read tne article and announced: " It's a' here 1 print, true as gospel." Poor old Dear' ask! I. " Sow, order, and the next." '"' It proved a catch from Tom Smart An old farmer, on a Sound steamer, about returning k his home Ht the hills of Vermont, was arrested on the charge of passing counterfeit money. He swore that he was Innocent, and implored Tom Smart to see safely to her home "her is lies hi the state-room thar. sir," Tom gave the homely pathos of the old man's parting words: " Take care on her. sir; see her safe home. She was a kinder run deoun, yer sen, an! I brung her ter York ter git her doctored up, an1 neottw she's pnrtior nor ever. Take oars on her, sir; git her home, an' Heaven bless yer." After much sentiment and srtlstfe misleading Tom myst There, reposing on the state-room couch, bathed in a glorious sunset light thai Ailed tite air wiQt visions; I found" fllere he pauses sad looks around.) "Old man's pretty cmughter," lays Deniston, eagerly sad deeply interested. Smart doesn't stop for guesses from t older bands, but shrewdly ends by saying: 'Oo "rfottud Ike old Vnsjt t kltcltett ebek and chucked Uw oonfovndVd Udnjr over boatd.,r h It mm Mwiflwl ffTntiniir

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k as if ae doesn't oare. But OsnisUsi k nlsassd asMsays: M! thout It was all real, yon told It so boulolks. It's reel wuadevfnL'' Then comes the youngest mam In ta company-Uus X Van sVmslwJust nineteen, with a story of his life in rarin, tbst amuses as greatly and draws loud applause. Deniston muerks: 'That would be a foine tale, lad, ef 'twara't so indecent." At this we all laugh still more, and young Ous feels proud of his experience, and swears the worst oath be knows that It's every word true. Next was heard Major Boon, the oldst of ns and the most distinguished socially. "Old Boom." we called him, because he was so ponderous and altogetber such a big gun. He gave himself out s the hero of a tiger fight during service in India. His success was nearly assured when he threw in, unluckily, an account of the Indian basket trick in choice style, but taken directly from a certain book of travels. Somebody recognised the stolen rhetoric, and Old Boom" sat down amid hisses. There were king stories and short, broad stories and flat, until we were fairly tired out and the contest ceased. The committee asked an hour for clear ing their Juilgment and rendering an impartial verdict. During that time we sat smoking and sipping this last an exercise that no good Magian ever neirlected. Of course we dismissed the stories that had been told, and Deniston was enthusiastic in praise of several. He clapped the boys on the back, ami said: "Ho! I dunno which of ve deserves the best, ye war all so good.' Phipp asked, condescendingly: "Why tiou's you try your hand, Deniston P" "Mef says Deniston. "Why, I could niver think o' soomat to say, and ef I did I couldn't say it" Hers be laughed at himself with the rest of us, and added: "It's wonderful to me boo a rnun tells a good tele, all t' foine words, t' deeereeptions, the scenes that mak you laugh, and more woiiilfiful them that mak vou cry. Weel, weel. it's reet wonderful, anyboo, to a stupid chap loike me.'1 ttoprunson lata nts sum hanaonuen s bur shoulder, as if to comfort a misfort une, and said, patrmtisinjtly: " Never mind, old fellow, there must be listen ers, you know." " Oh, yes; and soombody must do the tradln, and t' hewin' o' wood, as t' were, and t' loike, while, others" here Den made a grand sweep of the hand, the arc of a circle "while others sails amoong t' stars loike." We roared we were always roaring at poor Den: then we fell into a hntn m general talk, while Phiups brought out some sketches that had lieen used for the Trumpeter. There were battles and railway disasters, the ('ourt-House at Buttkerville ami Vesuvius in eruntkm. Somebody tossed a pile of English scenes from the table over to Deniston, who sat ft little apart, smoking tranauilly, and staring at the fire, one arm laid across the back of an emntv chair. " Here, Den, those things are familiar to you." " "Yes, there's Tower o' London," says Deniston, laying the bunch of sketches carelessly across the chair-back. " And here's Devonshire a lane pratty too; an' here's a bit o' Yorkshire. Hoo! there be a Yorkshire lass to t' ioife." Den, under the slightest emotion, always dropped into his broadest Yorkshire dialect "To t' loife," he repeated, laughing. " An' here be Scarborough, sure eneaf. I was boom near there Just noorth on t' coast Here be t' coast too, an' the" Deniston stopped, took his pipe from bis month, perused the picture thoughtfully and said: " T coast an' t' cllls." Then, in a low tone, be went on, " An t' sea birds saftin' and swoopin' an" goin1 to their nests oop ageanst t' white rocks. There be t' sea soomtbttes blue an' smooth an' soomtimes gray an' angry, but alwa' dangerhil aTw Yet, thot beant t' horror. Noa, V sea be koind and gives a death that be gentle an' loike goin' to sleep. Koa, It be t1 rocks as be cruel. Ey, think o' strikin1 loike a bit o' flint down t' face o' that greet white wall! Think o' it!" Den shuddered and clinching his strong hand upon the chair let the picture slide down until it lay upon bis knees. There happened tube a lull in the Rneral talk and some of us had noticed tn's un wonted action. After a few moments, and still looking into the fire, he went on in a d reamy. monotonous way : "There war four lads of us an1 a tattle lass. I was t' yoonvest of 'era and Charlie" here Den choked a little and drew one hand trembling! r across bis mouth "Charlie was t' ofdest They war'nt rich folk, feyther an' moother, but decent, an' dout' their best by us oong uns. olhlays we ther's skiff. Soom times r t' soomar got leave to go oot 1' feyWe war all boom sailors a' th' lads be along thot const One bMght day, I remember it weel, this ea!J- nere he too up tne picture 'was just blue an1 clear loike a precious stone, f sun shone, t' breese was lolght an1 moother kissed us four lads jroodby I was alKwt nix yars okl. Frank was nine, the lass ntdin' at whoam atweett ns two. Then Jamie was Just eleven an Charlie was oopards o' twelve. A slender lail he war ' (Den's dialect kept growing broadt'r) '4wlfair hsir, as moother mali hint wcarlongislt In his nn'k. His even war hiir mv eyw sad and deep loike, an' V mouth ot weel, latths secster's war no prettier, Hut Charlie war a strong chap, too; liresve an' woelrrown. Moother klmed Mm last. OoiMl-by, my lattle captain trs she. 1 Moind that Red ooomos to no harm,' Then she give me it cake an' at " 'Dosmitt liir, moatbtr,' sayt Clnlrlsl.

no barni wT ma. Coom Twar six year old an' eaited babby, but t' a' stnndm In the doorway as wo ml astir t' boat. Cfmrik stand oop aft as we sailed away an waved Ms batto her, wlwUe she shaded her eyes to tee him the bettner. Lattle bid as I were I knowed moother' s eyes war red as she tnrned back intlv t' bouse, though I knew, too, that she war smilln. I think aaaootner's smile over her yoong cbilarsn nave always a tear w wsun . " Lads,' says Charlie, 'let's go to t ..usr. 4.. r ", ey. s 'but Ned must lattle to climb.' ys Frank an' Jamta, Side below he be too "I war pat oot at this, an' said I could oilmb at weel as anybody, and I would roon off to sea In s mun-o'-war and climb out on big spars if I warn't let oop at bird's nest on t' cliffs. Charlie sat doon and took my lattle chubby hand in his long, slender lingers. " Ned,' says be, let's measure. Noo, when tha (infers grows as long as mine thee shall go birds' nestin' T cliffs.' Then, bein' takken oop with measurin' at my sms' brown knuckles, I fcrirot aboot t' disappointment. Charlie bad ike a way o' comfortin' us yoong uns. " At last we lay off t' cliffs and Frank cries out: You be two old gools sittin' aboove that ledge.' " I can get oop there,' says Jamie, pullin' off his jacket.' "Noa,' cries Charlie, roon t' boat ashore an' we'll go oop together.' " So, we landed, and Charlie sat me doon on a big, white stone, brokken from t' cliffs aboove; and, says he, to keep me Suiet and amused loike, says he: Ned, oentee foiget t' cake.' " I moind how greedy I war and boo I kept feelin' t' cake i' my pocket wboile wstchin' t' lads goin' oop t'face o' t rooks, nimble as oats. Charlie war ahead, but he stopped short at aa ugly shelf baagin' over varry sharp, then they all cam' oop wf him. They talked awhoiie an1 tried to raise oop an' peep overt' top, but it war too n Ktchforf1 yoonger bvds. At last Charlie motioned wf one free bond for 'em to bide still and he lifted himself clear oop onto t' shelf. But t' nest war still hisrher, on a second shelf, an' t' face o' objdk atween t two slanted oorward and overhanging. I war sike a babby an so used to have t' lads climbin' that I thout it foine to Charlie's hair blowin' loose away oop on those bolghts. I mind weel t' pink cheek an' V fair hair, and two old gools screechin' an flyin' off t' other ledge, as Charlie, huggin close to cliff, liftedhimself reet oop to t' nest on t' higher shell He shouted soom mat and I knew be had t'eccs, for t' other lads began movin' doon. In a minute Charlie swung oft that oopper ledge, but farther oot than where be climbed oop. He bent his head atween his arms to see where his feet would strike, and t'other lads shouted carelessly, 'Coom on, coom on,' but" Den's eyes dilated, his whole frame trembled, bis voice was hoarse and low. " But Charlie's body hung loike a plummet an measured t few inches by which t' oopper ledge at that spot overlooked t' lower. There was no brace for bk feet his fingers bad slipped too near the edge to secure a grasp that might raise him oop to the shelf he had left He hung sheer, and Charlie's drop would be straight doon t' face o' t' cliff. I couldn't understand t' whole danger, but moinded Charlie's face war color o' t' chalk cliffs. He spoke tot' other lads; then they turned like cliff, too, and I could max oot their faces as they cam scramblin' doon reckless an' quick. "Hold on, Charbe; hold on, dear Charlie,' they cried, and hooded to f boat " 'Ned,' says Jamie, hide quiet Donates scare Charlie. In two minutes we'll mak yon ftsbermua coom an' let a rope doon from aboove. Bide still!' Then, 'hold on, Charlie,' they shouted, an' put off to some men who hooried ashore to scale the cliff where it was lower, earrytn' ropes and poles wf em. Hold on, Charlie,' I cried, echotn' t' elder lads. I can bear noo t' sound of my own sma' voice. He nodded brave ly back to me, and I sat watchin' t' hair blow over his white face an' seein' boo his lithe yoong body swayed and trembled over t' dreadful hobrht T old gools eoom swoopin' and screechin' back to rest, and just then a great pity for Charlie soranir ooo i' mv heart I didn' t know be hoong there for loife or death, yet bad a feelin' he was I' trouble, too, and wanted to do sommat to help or comfort him. I moinded mother's cake I my noeket and in my silly, babby fash ion thout that would do him good and give him patience till men coold let doon a rope from above. I started oop t' cliff never thinkin' that even bigger lads couldn't safely pass f lower edge, but thinkin' only of Charlie, and In a mooddied way, that I was At to be a sailor on a mun-o-wsr and a six-year-old chap as could climb anywhere. " ' Charlie sees me oomin' as be looks down atween bis two bonds, and snakes his head at me. " ' Hold on, Charlie,' I says to him, ' I be goin' to give thee my cake.1 " 'Noa, noa,' cries Charlie. I could hear bis voice weel noo. " Ks, es, dear Charlie,' says 1 thee shall have it, and it's sweet anr reet good, for mother made it.' " 'Doantee come. Thee'll be killed, Ned," " 'I could climb a raun-o-war,' I anffWora back, just then cuttiu' open one o' my bofttls and feelin' prood of not cry in' aboot that " Jfed.' says Chariku tamtly, but frl' oommat wild yet fearful almost V hi tone. Isttki Ned, doaatoe try t' v a sssav MbJHp2pJp 'nBs'Jsr tswo snawon, an ' j. Kt Jffs s)flp( sstflffSsts! ens a,. i.m .a w - -

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a a pwdsetm' nst " Ned, Ned.' cries Charlie. l issd moother to bring tnee safe "StiU. I tried to Bit nop my bonds, an war Just goin to tot my lest swing loose, bttj(4uav too at thout o' givla' sike a good cake to poor C'harlle. " His white, yoong face war turned doon apo me; his Hps pressed toight, bis eyes wide strained and pitiful, bis body saiveriu' an swayin'! " 'I proumlsed moother,' he said; then shot his eyes, unclincbed bis bands fro' t' rock alioove. aa' Charile went" Den had been edging more sad more forward on his chair, and now he rose to his full height his arms outstretched, the firelight gleaming cm hit face, set in horror; tne mouth all white and dry, the eyelids red, bis hair dishevelled. He made a great plunging gesture with both bands, then, in a stifled scream, he " Chariie went sheer doon t' face o' t' cHffT Den covered his face with bis strong right arm and shuddered slowly back Into the chair. We all sat perfectly silent, glasses unevery cigar none out. After little Den looked up. No one asked a question or made a movement In a hopeless but gentle tone be went on. " T nsherfolk saw from above what had happened. They nicked me oop, a lattle heap at foot o' cliff, but quoite unhurt Then they laid Charlie's beautiful yoong body straight in t' boat Frank and Jamie held their faces covered; t' fishermen trembled as they neared our door and shrunk, awa' from mouther's eyes. One strong fellow groaned aloud at t' shriek wf which she lifted t' loifelesa face of her boy. " I war t' only one as could tell bet boo It happened." " I war takkin him my cake, mother," said I. " I eottid ha coom oop to him. foramun-o-war's mnn can climb anywhere, but Charlie cried oot: ' I proomiwd moother," and let himself (Crop. "loan feel noo t grasp and clasp moother give me. I can feel her soft hair against my cheek; her head buried In my neck as she went oot: Oh, my poor lattle lad, thee doant know, thee doant know.' " Jamie began wi: Charlie died to save' " Doanteer cried mother wi' a great sob, I could feel t' spasm o pain that wrung her heart, feel hoo it snook her whole frame. Doantee tell him. doant' " She never told me, God bless her," Deniston went on. "(trowing older I came to understand t' truth, and one tohne asked mootbsr if 'twere as I thout "She gave me the same clasp as on that day when Charlie's face lay so white an' so beautiful before us, and cried out with tears : " My poor lattle lad, thee deaden' t know. "It's long ago sin','1 said Deniston, "long ago; but t' sorrow o'wt will bide forever." Then be slowly rose, quietly reached for his hat softly spoke, " Good neeght, lads," and went towards the door. We woke as from a stupor of grief. "Stay, Deniston,'' said the cbairmaa of the committee, pointing to the eup, " this Is for you." "I doon't understand ee,- answered Deniston. " You have told the best story," I explained, tendering the prise. "Koa, lads, noa. I tak no ooop for tellin' aboot Chariie. Thot war no tale ; that only coom from t' heart oot Stay. Til take a flower, though, to lay on Charlie's grave. I've a fancy always to bring him some sike token from abrood." He took two rosebuds from the eup and carefully laid them between the leaves of bis pocket-book. "When do you sail f" somebody asked. Den was passing out but paused a moment to answer. "Aboot f back end o' next weak." Strange but none of us laughed now at the quaint expression 1 if. T. WMd. Great Britain's possession of the Book of Gibraltar is a relic of a by -gone age. It has for many generations bean a monument of the least agreeable side of European politics. Gibraltar is by position a Spanish fortress, and its name Is a synonym for imprefrnability: Why, then, should It be occupied by a foreign power P On no tbeotw of fair play can the fact be accounted for; but not till recently has a British love of justice seen anything improper In it. Agnation for the recovery of the fortress is now in progress in Spain, and the English Radicals to a certain extent sytnpathlse with it Sentimentalism, bowever, it not alone at the bottom of the talk of surrender. Modern modes of warfare are such that Gibraltar is 'not indispensable to British glory. Its harbor Is poor and is commanded by the gun of other forts. No force could take Gibraltar, it is admitted, but that does not increase its importance to Engl and, for at this day a rendesvous for tne Mediterranean fleet of ironclads is of more importance than a land fort not connected with good anchorage ground for vessels of the class which compose the British Navy. There is a harbor on the African coast suitable to receive the a fleet of the largest men-of-war, arded by fortifications and so i to supplies from land. The onanges of fifty years in the art ot war would make this port more than an equivalent for Gitn-aW. It Is not stnmge that the moving spirit of Spanish nationality calls for the recovery of the historic fortress. MBdueatlott beoins tha fMnfsnssan. ttftlasslti (sJ)MPfc sllftflWssl sfjftssaW

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" I was tradia' wtte ft sellow one day." the wiry man wish Hat bnon eyes remarked, "and a young fnBow aa lipped m and spoiled tfss fWstl Hft wanted the boss I was tradln' sumsuit Ho I traded with Mm. Vow, aays t after we mads tite trade, it tnisbyar bom of youra don't suit ant i wan In come back in the ntornhi' and pay yon ten miliars and get my boss fisttk.' 'AH right' be sayaad Iwanttaa same privilege.' It s yours.' I tells bim, an' he rode away. WelL afar, next morula'. Just as I was puatta' on taa saddle to go an' pay ten dollars an' git my own teas, be rode into the sarn aid paid bm ten dollars to git bis'n, Taat was a good boss to trade. I only PM ten dollars for him in taa first plaos, an' I made twenty-eight on him by thorn lonei. iraoes u less n six weexs. " I bad a powerful bis on that was a starla' srood noes to One day a couple of fellows met me la town, crooers they were, sjsdtbaf was drivnva right smart four-year-oli eoff for a delivery boss. They stopped ma and says: "How'll you swap that big oraam bom of youra for this eoltf " 1,' I says, 1 never trade h disss,' "Well,' they said, 'give ns a trads on this colt, anyhow, can't yef " 'Well, no 1 said. 'I never trads bosses. But the cream k up at the barn; you can go look at bint if yon want and if you think you can make a t .-ade. m ahead; I rakonTn be satisfied.' "Well, they drove up to the house and I went on down town, I never went nigh the house; Jest let 'em go up and make their own trade, all alone, fur both sides. About noon I see 'em drivln' about town with the cream; splendid lookin' brute be was. " WelL" I says, bow d'ye swopf" ' Ob,' says they, ' we left the colt an fetched away the cream boss. " Well, I was satisfied, but the next day I met one of the boys. 'How do you like the ooltF be says. " Fustrate,' I told bun. he's a good colt How do you like the cream bossf "We-eiL be said, 'we're wttttn'to trade back if yon are.' It kind or graveled the boys, 'cause you see I'd let 'em do their own tradln'; hadn't gone around to urge the cream boss onto 'em at all. " I bad a mighty fine ridln' mare, the boss man wtth the twmkliag eyes went on. "and old Beth Stringer had a splendid -looking- dapple gray mare. How'll you trade for your dapple grayf I asked him. He wanted ittteen Aoliar and I gave it. I took that mare borne an' I singed her matte until it curled and crinked like moss. It was handsome. Then I trimmed her feet and put on light shoes, An' I fixed her up one way an' another till she looked like another boss, and when I put a saddle on her no ttvin' man would have guessed she was the same mare with a weak back. Wheal rode by the barn Seth hollered out: Where you going with that maref" " I told him I was going to take her down to St. Louis to self her to Bob Staples. Hofd on,' says Seth, ' I believe I ktegve you as mneh for that " 'Well,' says I what' 11 yon give me betwixt her and that bay nettn' mars I traded yon the other dayP " Oh, well,' be sent VVL give you twenty dollars,' and I said, 'Mahs It ftrty dollars, and yon km have tab) mare.' ' WelL he give it, and I took the saddle off the gray an put tt on my own old bay mare, ar Seth hitohed the new mare up to a tmsjry. As drlvia out of the gate, the pretty hlch. causrht the warn mare shrunk back a Intle. bar pretty smart with the whip, jumped, an away her utsm mm under an' down she went. Wat he lust arive one look at the nmra. raB. sir, he saw it was his own old nasret, he looked at me. 'All right,' be says, Hhastf all right; test help me git bar on bet feet agin She was ftst a splendid lookin' mare, but if she made tha leant quick start, her hind legs wouhmt eonss. They say if a boss has good fore parts, his hind parts fat sure to Boms, bed hern wouldn't " It was hard work Mthi ahead f him," the bright-eyed "bommaa" on, renoctiveiy, and with an of admiration in his voice. "Mo lost the best man at tradln' bosses I see. He bad a hoes la his barn that ht got off onto me. Good looUn' boss. Well, when I started out from tha barn, iien IsJsJs? TJsn? ssas aVfssrCsi sSsfcO(Pus I!unl flDQuslffs five miles, 1 hope to die if that bom wasn't lean! You wouldn't think there was a bone In him. He was a slowed" up hoes. That mnn beat any nana I over ' BmIss mm VuMMM Mae mmsU easalaV smash see nxm up a noes, x on oossn ssst me leanest boat yon ever see saw Into bJa stable, an' I hope to die If fat fwty ehrisl JedJ(ea'ss' tt4Mkrw sssWBfJ 'WfCMadhfa t ls?fc sifnfW fstssjpfai then he'd trade him off to yon, an1 m six hours that boas 'd be so lean yom couldn't girt a saddle tbt esttUfk te stay on hmu" JBardehe, fa ate Jsnsl A few weeks ago a large box attracted the attention of the xralBc Sat perintendent at the Birsula Station of the Odessa section of tha Railway. It had been sent off Pultawa. and was addressed to 1 It was opened, and inside was djtetevered the body of an aged Jaw. Under the corpse was found a note, on which was written In the Little Russian language: If you Jews will not quit the country living, we shall send you out dead, h - A wholesale grocery Arm at Brie, Pa,, has steadily missed hank Mils frotft Ha cash drawer. 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