Rensselaer Journal, Volume 12, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 September 1902 — A LITTLE NONSENSE. [ARTICLE]

A LITTLE NONSENSE.

All He Asked Was to Have a Grave Rigged Up For Him. “There are funny incidents in the life of a photographer,” said a well known artist. “A man came in the other day and looked over all the samples, asking the price of each. “ ‘Do you want a sitting ? I aeked. I don’t see nothin’ like what I want,’ he replied. “I told him if he would indicate what he wanted that I might arrange it. “ ‘I don’t know as you kin,’ he said, ‘for I don’t see nothin’ at all like what I want.’ “I repeated what I had already Baid. He asked me to sit while he told me. ‘“You see, it’s like this,’ he began. H had a girl that I loved, and we was goin’ to git married. She had her things made up, and as we was all but ready she was taken ill and died. And what I wanted was a picture of me sittin’ on her grave weepin’.’ “I was touched at the homely story of grief and told him I could send a man with him to the grave and have the picture taken as he desired.

“ ‘lt’s some distance,’ he said. ‘lt’s over in Ireland. I expect it ’nd cost a lot to send over your traps for what I want?’ “I said it would. ‘“I thought,’ he answered, ‘that mebbe you could rig up a grave here in your shop, and I would weep on it, and it would do just aa well. It’s no trouble for me to weep anywhere.’ ” No Heroics. She (eagerly)—And what did papa say when you asked him for me ? He—Consented at once. She—Glorious I He—Oh, I don’t know. He might at least have given me an opportunity to tell him that I’d marry; you even though we had to elope.— Ohio State Journal w Preparing For Ma’s Visit. Mrs. Todd’--Dear me, why did yo.il buy all those hideous things to fill up our only spare room? It’s like a bear’s den. Mr. Todd—You know, dear, your mother is sure to visit us some time and I wanted to make her fefel at home.—Chelsea (Mass.) Gazette.