New Richmond Record, Volume 5, Number 41, New Richmond, Montgomery County, 18 April 1901 — Page 3

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THE LOOM OF DREAMS. I broider my life into tlie frame; I broider with dreams my tapestry; Here in a little lonely room 1 am master cf earth and sea. And the planets come to me.

/t . for dinner at 2 j uvi». ' vy try a dip at the short bead) uj the runway bet ween Elm and Elm, Jr.? They would—that is, the young people would, aud Mrs. Hart would watch the sport from the beach.

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MOVED The RECORD 1 u is lately moved from the McCadrle “Old Soldiers 1 Home" to new quarters upstairs over Goo. F. Long’s Dry Goods, Jewelry and Wall Paper Store, and where our friends are alwas welcome. Come and see us in our new quarters! The latchstring hangs out!

I broidcr my life into the frame; I broidcr my Jove thread upon thread. The world goes t>y with its glory and shame; Crowns are bartered, and blood is shed; 1 ait and broidcr by dreams Instead.

Once in the water, Mary's spirits seemed bubbling over and she was soou daring Dalton to try a race to a dory moored a short distance from the beach. He seemed reluctant at first, and was sure it was too near the current of the runway, but to take a dare from Mary and have her taunt him with a lack of courage was too much for a young man of his temperament. She was wading toward the boat, and when but a few strokes from It, called back laughingly; “Will you swim for it. Tom? If you reach it first. I’ll he your prize, sjr.” He was striking out after her as soon as the words had left her lips. She had nearly reached the dory and, confident of winning the race, put her hand up to catch the gunwale, missed it and suddenly discovered she was oul of depth and in the runway current. “Tom'” she cried, and then all Tom saw was a pair of frightened upturned eyes and a terror stricken face as she swept under the surface. A flue predicament for a lover whe was not a brave man and who had barely learned to swim! Drawing a deep breath, blind to all danger and with no thought but to save her or die with her. Tom struck out into the current and under the surface.

HE COULD NOT ANSWER.

And the only world is the world of my dreams, And my weaving the only happiness, For what is the world but what it seems. And who knows but that God, beyond our guess. Sits weaving words out of loneliness? —Arthur Symons in Saturday Review.

The Coni Casser V/n« One uf Those Who Did Not Know,

A well known naval officer with an extensive list of stories ami a knack in their telling relates the following yarn as one of the best In his mental storehouse:

9e. D. Wilson, fhos. Kerr. ■Walter Clarkson. k S.-O. W. Mason. rM. L. Claypool. “A, D. Snyder, —•las. Rust’, rank Rust. )tto Jones. j—S. E. Magruder.

“Spine one hart brought grog aboard ship in goodly quantities, and a large share of the crew reported to quarters one afternoon in anything but a lit condition to work the vessel. Xext morning tlie captain started a rigid investigation of tlie affair. The crew was again lined up on deck, and in turn each member was catechised. “ ‘Goodacre. stand out.’ would call the chief petty officer, and then the skipper would say: “ ‘Goodacre. do .you know who brought liquor aboard ship yesterday?’ “ ‘I cannot answer, sir,’ tlie man replied.

“None But The Er&.ve;”

Or, The Way a Coward Lover Won His Sweetheart

The New

By PRINCE T. WOODS.

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“Don’t say that, Mary! You know 1 love you, and”— “Now, Torn Dalton, stop right where you ,are. I've told you often enough that I like you. Y’ou have been my friend and playmate ever since 1 was a little girl, and I shall always like you as a friend. No, sir; I won’t listen to any lovemaking. 1 won’t marry you, sir, and that’s the end ou't. 1 will marry no one but a brave man, and 1 don’t love anybody, and” — “But, Mary, surely I”— “There you go again, sir. If you ever mention love to me again, 1 will never speak to yon, as sure as my name Is Mary Hart.”

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“So it went through the whole list of tlie crow, and tlie officers were well nigh at their wits’ end to know how to got at 'tlie bottom of tlie whole affair. Suddenly there appeared a rift in the black cloud of mystery. “A coal passer just up from the fire hole came on deck and. walking up tc the commander, saluted, saying; “ ‘You have not asked me yet. captain.’

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rV. Washburn. A. Bailey. . T. Jones ‘ow g. Detchon P. McCrea. ck Washburn, larles Kirkpatrick, -Win. Kite, James Bnttrenl, 'm. Dewey.

Ills heart thumped wildly ns he fell a mass of that sun gold hair come into his grasp, and in a moment more they rose to the surface. Through his salt dimmed eyes Tom saw a bit of rope and grasped it. They had come up under the stern of the dory, whitih had swung Into the current with them, and he was now firmly gripping a bit ot painter which hung over the stern. In a few minutes more lie had lifted her over the side, clambered in after and was chafing tier hands briskly. Mrs. Hart’s cries from tiie beach had brought the Cobbs to the scene, and Master Harry was running a dory down the beach to the rescue.

“A grunt of satisfaction came from the skipper. Here at last was an honest man among all the crew. He would tell all.

“Oil, if you put it that way I’ll.really have to retire, for I couldn’t survive ,t!ie punishment. How do you know I’m not the brave man?’’

“ ‘Well, Smithers, who brought the grog on hoard?’ “The man’s hand again went to his cap in respectful salute as he said: “ T cannot answer, sir.’ “W'hat happened to him? Well, It didn’t get into the official records.”— Washington Star.

“And I’ve known you oil these years, and—but I won’t have it l*-oug!it up again, and there’s an end on’t, sir.” "Well, well! ‘If a woman will, she will, and if she won’t she won’t, and there’s tlie end on’t,’ ” quoted Tom gayiy. "Every dog has his day, Mary. What do you say to a sail down (lie hay? Let’s have that mother of yours and take a run down to Elm island for dinner at Cobb’s farm and a bath at the short beach, it’s a fine morning for a sail, and I’ll lie bound I’ll learn to swim tins time.”

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One of Those Quontiona.

It had all happened in a very few minutes. Mary opened her eyes, smiled and said. “You needn’t rub ail the skin off my bands, sir.” “Thank God! She is all right," said Tom fervently. “Tom, dear, you reached the dory first. Kiss me. sir! You won!”

“Help! Help!” gurgled the drowning man as he was about to sink for the last time.

“What’s the matter?” yelled the lounger on the wharf. “Can’t you swim?”

3d T. Oppy. ’. M. Lynn. j.L W. Smith, r- John Cash. In C. Oppy. evelaud Terrell. . G.—Albert Esheiman. '. G. Fred Clough. . G. —Richard Thomas. . G.—George Schleppy. H. G. Messer. Sen Dillard.

“Of course,” gasped the other sarcastically. “but I’m afraid I’ll got my shoes muddy.” Then ho sank.—Philadelphia Press.

“Tom Dalton, if there ever was—well. 1 know there wasn't. And I really began to think you were serious, sir. But mother never would venture out in that crazy knockabout of yours. Wouldn’t it he jolly? i'lflovo to go.”

And then Master Harry’s boat grated alongside.

British Barristers’ Wigs.

Cruel.

The wigs worn in English courts were formerly made of human hair, and it is on record that the white hair of a woman who lived to be 100 years old was sold for that purpose for £50. In 1827 the old form of powdered wig—which was somewhat of a nuisance he cause the powder came off and the bait frequently required rocurling—was su perseded by the horsehair wig. Only about 100 of these legal ornaments are made annually. A good ar tide will last for a quarter of a een tury, and. moreover, barristers do not altogether appreciate new wigs, as they suggest that the wearer is new to tlu business and consequently has not had much experience. The cost varies from 1 to 12 guineas The former price purchases an ordi nary article, while the latter is the sun. paid for what is known as a “full bottomed" wig, which is usually worn by the leading barristers on the oecasiot: of a groat trial. It is also the kind which adorns the head of the speakei of the house of commons.

The aged farmer and Ids wife wept for their recreant daughter.

OUR JOB

“It is all right about the knockabout. She is high and dry for a new coat of copper paint. Captain Doyle has hi.4 new schooner Willie and told me this morning lie should run down to Elm come flood tide. What do you say, Mary? And—you know 1 was in earnest and”—

“Oh, how cruel of her!” moaned the mother and wrung her- hands. “Yes; it will cost all of .$10 to get her picture enlarged in crayon suitable for being turned toward the wall!” sobbed the father, rocking to and fro.—Detroit Journal.

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“Say. I’m off to mamma at once.” And before be could declare what lie was in earnest about she was running swiftly up the pier, shouting hack to him. “You naughty boy. I'll bet you a box of chocolates I am lirst at the house, sir.” Mary Hart was the only daughter ol the widow of Colonel Hart of the Indian service. The colonel had been both soldier and business man, and when ho had been killed in a jungle fight, soon after Mary’s birth, iie had left his widow a comfortable income.

Smart ns re lawyer.

First Burglar—Von was mighty lucky to get cleared. But that there lawyer charged you about ail you stoic, didn’t he?

Department

H tK-emple Kathbone Sinters leet iu the K. of P. Hall ever) ; at 'I p. iu. Jennie Wilson. I—Nannie J.ce. inna Mehnrry. [da Rust. t and C. —Nina Long, fc-Anna Page. Martha Bennett. . T.—M« rv r nrv

Second Burglar—That don’t matter. I’ll watch my chance tv’en he goes home tonight and get it back.—New York Weekly,

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Most of the horsehair is imported ■■ tho home product is the best and is the costliest wigs.—Lon

Woman's Scored Right. "Is he. then, so awful a home tyrant?” "Oh. it Is almost incomprehensible! | They say he even demanded the right

to change her mind!” We all shuddered. — Indianapolis

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Another nistorfcnl Novel,

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