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BY THE WAY.

THE meeting of the state legislature usually affords pleasure only to jobbers, tbe lobbyists who assist

tbe jobbers, and tbe boodlers who pocket tbe swag. Tbe late lamented was one of that kind, but thanks to tbe persistent efforts of the press it was forced to offer some excuse for its existence, and tbe good which it did will live after it. Never in the history of the state has a legislature been pestered with such a hungry horde of persistent lobbyists as was the late lamented. At home or at tbe capitol, in session or out of session, asleep or awake, tbe lobbyist was always present, exerting a watchful care over tbe member. Money there was in abundance. Scandal piled upon scandal, and bribery and corruption were charges of daily occurrence. That any good was accomplished at all is cause for wonder and congratulation —wonder how so many honest men escaped and congratulation that a sufficient number of tbe minority members was found to carry honest measures over tbe protest of a dozen bolting Republicans.

After all has been said and done tbe legislature has made a fair record. There have been better and cleaner legislatures in tbe history of tbe state, but none have adopted laws from which better things were expected. Tbe passage of tbe reform measures is probably the most important and radical act ever accomplished by an Indiana legislature, inasmuch as tbey completely revolutionize tbe methods of county and township government. On the principle that county and township methods of government could be no worse tbe change will certaintly be for the better. If rightly and honestly applied all departments of our county and township government will be simplified and purified and the scandals of the past can never be repeated in the future. That tbe reform bills have passed is cause for congratulation, and that they may stop the pilfering of tbe treasury by avaricious officials is a consummation devoutly to be wished. These bills will cover a multitude of sins, both of omission and comaiisslon, of which the late legislature was guilty.

One of the new legislative acts makes a radical change in the tax law, and will Materially affect the assessment of real estate, specially benefitting tbe owners of small homes on which there are mortgages. This law exempts $700 of indebtedness from the assessed valuation of real estate, provided the mortgagor gives the name of tbe holder of tbe mortgage. In this way it is expected to unearth mortgages which are never returned for taxation, but if they are held in other states to uncover them will add nothing to tbe tax list. Where mortgages are held in other counties of the state the tax duplicate could be swelled if the law compelled the assessor of the county in which the mortgage is found to report it to the assessor of tbe county in which it is held. It is very doubtful that the tax duplicate will be enriched to any appreciable extent by mortgages found under this law, while it is a moral certainty that there will be a serious reduction in all the larger counties of the state. The owners of small homes who are paying for them through building and loan associations will reap the benefit.

The police order the other day to stop gambling was a surprise. Not a surprise that the police are opposed to gambling, but a rude surprise to know that-gambling has been going on in our midst. It had been supposed for a long time that gambling had ceased here; that with the closing of the saloons at eleven o'clock at night and on Sunday the gay and festive game of chance had "folded its tent like the Arab and silently stolen away.'' But if it did steal away it seems to have stolen back again and brought its friends with

it, The tiger has been found in his usual haunts; Keno has flourished like a green bay tree, and in the policy shops money as a circulating medium has been as plentiful as in the Ohio legislature when Mark Hanna was a senatorial candidate. All are said to have been doing a prosperous

business in a quiet, orderly way. The of experience,

men who operated the games did so be-

cause they found men who wanted to play;

the men who

went

up against

the

games

did so because they found the games in

operation, and then the police stepped in

encouraged to do so, and among these may be classed the gambler who, at least, is a sound philosopher.

The best joke of this or any other season

The Henry faction insist that they are it, and as they hold all the offices probably

they are. Democrats and Republicans can sometimes agree; they can mix with Populists and Prohibitionists and get along fairly well, but if you want to see a Kilkenny cat fight just do as Mayor Steeg has done—ask tbe Republicans to agree among themselves. Probably the Mayor didn't know the thing was loaded when he fooled with it—or it may be that he did, and just wanted to have some fun at the expense of his political opponents. At any rate he has raised a row which will reach over into tbe next campaign, and he ought to be ashamed of himself.

SHAVING ONE'S SELF.

A FEW weeks ago, it became necessary to shave myself. I quite frequently need to shave, for I have thrifty and luxuriant whiskers that grow well whether tbey have good soil or not. Quite frequently in good weather I enjoy myself by sitting down and listening to them grow.

I was away from home and unable to go to a barber shop, which I regretted a great deal, not only because I needed to be shaved, but because I enjoy the barber's brilliant conversation, which is numerous and edifying in the extreme. I missed a great deal, and so did the barber, who enjoys my witticisms and badinage a good deal. I know he does, because he has told me so, and he has also told me a good many other things that I really did not care to know. Barbers are generally brilliant conversationalists whether they say anything or not. I conversed a good deal, too, while shaving myself, but along a different line, perhaps.

I bad a razor with a good strong handle which I whetted and sharpened quite sharp, indeed. I sharpened it on my boot and it was sharp enough to cut butter quite easily. I didn't know this until afterwards. I thought at the time, indeed, I felt quite sure, that it would not have cut hot air, and I know it would not cut hot whiskers of brindle hue.

I made a nice lot of lather, which I applied to my anatomy, where it would do the most good, principally to my face, but quite a bit I got into my mouth, with an occasional dab that went into my ears. But this had nothing to do with my shaving, for my beard does not grow in my ears very well any more. Formerly, it grew better, but I had no use for it, so had it removed. After fully lathering my face I began operations by making a few graceful curves with the razor and removed a nice bunch of whiskers and also some cuticle which at the time seemed superfluous, but later I found that it was really needed. I was doing good work as far as I went until I removed a nice raspberry- colored mole which I had carried

around with me slnce my birth, and had become greatly attached to the same. I felt discouraged by this time, but found it necessary to continue as my beard now stood in patches and looked beautifully grotesque, if not artistic, and amused the on-lookers greatly.

My shrieks brought a good many of the neighbors into the front yard, who were anxious to know if it was a new torture chamber or whether it was a charivari. They were much pleased to find that it was only myself shaving off my whiskers and things. When the suffering became unendurable, I would stop and apply more lather to secure some much needed rest and surcease from pain. If I had known at first what I discovered later, I should have used opiates and thereby lessened the sufferlng considerably, but it would have interfered a great deal with the flow of language, which was, at times, quite fiuent and emphatic. Shaving with a home-ground razor, one needs a good deal of courage and a good command of language, whereby one may beguile the time and also to alleviate the suffering.

I afterwards concluded that if I should attempt to shave myself again, I would secure a foot adz or a cold chisel, by meant of which one can do a surer job, and with less danger of fatality. After one is out of practice, he really ought to have some accident insurance, because one cannot tell what is liable to occur.

When I was done, I had had a great deal

and

nearly

was

would

although I was not

pretty as I had been before,

good

deal

wiser. Hereafter,

rather brave the incessant conver-

sation of the

most fluent barber, although

workman

and stopped all of them. That gambling grind stone and whets it on the stove-pipe, has been flourishing will be taken by some than take my life into my hands by as an evidence that times are better, and shaving myself. by others that the police are not doing their duty. There are some people who believe that if men are foolish enough to

who sharpens his razor on a

At a meeting of the Light House Mission Monday afternoon the following

gamble away their money they should be directors were elected: Lucius Lybrand, Rev. Wm. Mitchell, Mrs. Henry Brewer, Edgar Dick. Wm. E. Eppert and C. B.

Jamison. Mrs. Brewer was elected to fill the vacancy occasioned by the removal from the city of Rev. Shuey. At the same

was that perpetrated by Mayor Steeg the meeting the directors organized by electother day when he asked the Republicans to name a member of the Board of Public Works. Tbe request was doubtless made in sober earnest, but it has raised a racket which will not be settled for many moons. When his honor asked the Republicans to name a member there was an entire absence of guile from his heart: he had no idea that it is an open question in Terre Haute just who comprise the Republican Party; whether there is a Republican party or whether there are two or three Republican parties. Of course there are several thousand Republicans in the city, but when comes to party solidity there isn't any -that is, there isn't any that the other will recognize. Filbeck and his followers claim to be the Simon Pure article, probably because they are older and have been here longer than tbe other fellows.

ing officers as follows: President, Dr. M. Hollingsworth; vice president, Lucius Lybrand; secretary, L. F. Perdue; treasurer, R. D. Graham. The report for the month of February waa submitted, and made a showing in every way satisfactory to the managers.

The Vigo County Teachers' Institute will be held this year in Normal Hall August 28, 30,30, 31 and September 1. The programme has been issued and is one of unusual Interest. The instructors will be Dr. E. E. White, formerly superintendent of the Cincinnati schools, and Lydla R. Blaich, supervising principal of the Indianapolis public schools. Special attention will be given the entertainment feature of the institute. That of last year was considered the most instructive ever held in this city, and this year's is intended to surpass it.

VOL. 29—NO. 37. TERRE HAUTE, IND., SATURDAY EVENING, MARCH 11, 1899.

MLLE. TERRE HAUTE

DI

DID you ever hear Mademoiselle Terre Haute talk? I mean that portion of her population that makes a business of talk, and has no time, but to talk.

Mademoiselle Terre Haute's other name is "Bureau of Information upon all Subjects Known to Man (also upon many subjects known only to Mademoiselle Terre Haute), and Final Authority upon all such Subjects." Among them may be mentioned Science, Religion, Art—in fact, all the subjects mentioned in the Encyclopaedia Britannica, beginning with the letter "A" and ending with the letter "Z," and a few others to boot.

Mademoiselle scatters information far and wide. If you wish to know anything, ask Mademoiselle. She can and will tell you all about it, and will, if pressed, add some highly interesting and original comments wbich you could get nowhere else.

She takes herself very seriously, this dear Mademoiselle Terre Haute, and you must never laugh at her, for that would be very rude indeed and would pain Mademoiselle very much. You see, part of her business is to talk, learnedly and long, and even though she never arrives at conclusions, talking is an art, and ought to be respected. She is such a past master, or rather past mistress in the art of sounding discourse that it is one of earth's rarest privileges to hear her talk, and to the true seeker after theories a rare pleasure as well. (You wll observe the phrase "seeker after theories." It may strike you that "seeker after knowledge" would be better. But a moment's reflection will convince you that a seeker after knowledge would be somewhat—well, mistaken, if he expected to acquire knowledge from Mademoiselle Terre Haute. That is not her line.)

Mademoiselle is great on theories. She has the most beautiful theory about new buildings. She thinks and says that the corners of certain streets would look better if fine new buildings were erected. But then she loves ruins, and just hates to give tbem up. She has some beautiful ruins which she has carefully preserved for three years, right in the center of her town, so that men will be reminded of death and decay and—moss. She thinks so much of these ruins that she showed them to the President last fall, and when someone said it looked as if things were a little stagnant, she hastily replied, "O no, not stagnant, just picturesque, that's all." (She pronounced it as if spelled "pictursk.")

But Mademoiselle's theories are all right, and while her friends know that away down in the bottom of her heart she loves ruins, and dishonest officials and "rings" and bosses and soot and stenches, and would not get rid of them for anything, they love to hear her talk of "clean" administrations and smoke consumers, and "push." (She's great on "business push.") For they know that while Mademoiselle may not be very enthusiastic on "doing things," she is certainly great on resolutions and wind. She would be a winner in a ten mile run.

Mademoiselle and her friends have formed a great number of "Associations" and "Clubs," and when any one of these is in session, you would think that Utopia was going to be realized. But, somehow, there is always a Keeley Motor hitch when it comes to effective results.

For example, there's the Association of Economic Research, (or something like that,) and all the members go to the meetings to learn how this world is conducted, and why John Doe has a million dollars and Richard Roe has only a "thirst." Richard naturally does not see why this should be, and wants John to divide—as John ought to do, of course, but for some reason fails to do. So Richard and John form an Association and talk. (That's cheap and cannot be monopolized by any old blood-thirsty or money-thirsty Octopus). Now there is no harm in forming such an association, just as there isn't any real harm in going to congress, or to church, but tbe trouble is that instead of discussing the question, both John Doe and Richard Roe are liable to jump the track and "jaw."

Richard arises and asks if machinery and education are not really curses to the race. Then he goes on to show that John Doe and the government want to make slaves of all the Richard Roes. Then John arises and tells Richard that he is nothing but a common laboring man and doesn't have any real grievances, or any logic, or any right to desire and ask for the things John Doe possesses. "Richard,'' says John, "You may be all right in your way, but you can't be expected to know what's best for you, and it's nothing hut obstinacy aud meanness in you that makes all this talk about capital and labor. You do it to kill time."

You see how perfectly this solves the question. The truth seams to be, that instead of going to the Association to learn something. Richard and John and the rest go there to exploit their own theories. How nice it is to talk!

Then there are always the "resolutions." Every time two or more people get together. tbey are seized with the "Whereas" and "Resolved" mania. At least it seems to some ignorant people to be a mania, although in truth it it an indication of patriotism. Never was there a town like Mademoiselle Terre Haute's town for open, disinterested patriotism. Why,

man but feels the weight of responsibility for the whole city's welfare. Not a man whose brow is not marked with lines of care and anxiety. It is just awful to have to carry the entire burden of a city. And in most cities, men are elected to look after things while the citfzen rests. But not in this city. Men are elected, to be sure, but every patriotic son of Terre Haute just lies awake night running the city, and spends his days "resolving." Just think of the happiness of a city where every citizen realizes his own importance so fully that he considers it one of his most sacred duties to let the city profit by his knowledge! The only queer thing about it is that after these good people "resolve," that

sedms to end it. Talk about ''what becomes of all the pins!" Some one tell us what becomes of all these "resolutions?"

The ministers "resolve," and "resolve," and "resolve," and publish the resolutions, and that ends it. The temperance people "resolve," and "resolve," and "resolve," regular old double-barrelled resolutions too, and the amber fluid is still dispensed at the old stands twenty-four hours in the day and seven days in the week. The public meetings "resolve," year after year, and expect to make the same old resolutions next year. Everyone "resolves," and will always resolve. It's great!

But what happens next? Nothing. Mademoiselle and her friends expect to do business at the old stand, and pass resolulutions about reforms and law-observance and everything, from now until eternity. But they never expect to do anything more than "resolve." for it's too much trouble to "do" things.

One of Mademoiselles best poems, in the Alexandrine Style, after Eggleston, is appended: 0,Talk, How wonderful thou art!

And how cheapl

June 10,1901.

there isn"t a week in which some crowd of of this city will include those dates which people, in Bag-dad or Sandbur Hollow or will give tbe teachers an opportunity to somewbere else, does not "resolve," and attend the meeting. It is expected that always for the good of the city. Not a I many will attend from this city.

I love to talk. It is so easy and so nice; And makes so much noise.

If I could not talk

I don't know what I'd do! Or what anyone else would do! Because when I talk I can forget all about work Some people do not talk.

They do things. But that is very

common.

I'd rather talk And I do talk;

And I expect to talk;

And I sincerely hope to talk All I've a mind to. I just open my mouth And say things. And the wind just blows and so do I.

It makes no difference what I Just so I talk. Chauncey Depew, And Bill Bryan, And little Willie Mason, And me. Could just die talking. Great are books; Greater still is doing things; But greater than all of these Is Talk. MADEMOISELLE TERRE IlAUTE.

say,

Death Roll.

Mrs. Sarah M. Asbury, wife of Isaac Asbury, died at the insane asylum, Indianapolis, Sunday last, aged 58 years.

Vern English, traveling salesman for C. L. Braman, died suddenly of lung fever, Thursday evening, at his home in Marshall. Ill.

Albert Dickerson, tbe well known Vandalia engineer, died suddenly at his home, Fourteenth-and-a-half and Eagle streets, at noon yesterday. He leaves a wife and four children. The funeral will be held tomorrow.

Thomas B. Carr, one of the oldest citizens of Terre Haute died at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Jos. H. S. Watkins, of Casey, Ills., on Friday, of last week, of paralysis. The remains were buried at Casey on Monday.

Nathaniel Crookshank died at his home in Chicago, last Saturday, aged 80 years. He was a veteran of the Black Hawk war, Mexican war and the civil war. He was a resident of this city for a number of years. He leaves six children.

Robert Flynn died suddenly at his home in Montana, last Monday, aged 47 years. He was formerly one of Terre Haute's best known citizens, and was deservedly popular. His mother and a sister still reside here. The remains are expected to arrive here this evening.

The March term of the Superior court opened Monday, his honor Judge Stimson on the bench. The petit jury will not be called before next month. The following are its members: George A. Lockridge, Harrison; John Eckhoff, Honey Creek; Charles H. Bentley, Prairieton; Fred Laybold, Prairie Creek; Levi Hammerly, Linton; Thomas J. Taylor, Pierson; James M. Pickens, Riley; David Hamaker, Lost Creek; Edward Crabb, Nevins; John T. Lucas, Otter Creek; Lawrence Heinl, city and Fred Kickler, city.

The trustee of Madison Township, Montgomery county, James H. White, has been sued for slander by G. C. Richards, of this city, who claims $2,000 damages. The plaintiff is a coal dealer of this city, and alleges that on September 30, 1898, the defendent falsely accused bin of stealing a $10 watch charm from him, defendant. The suit was brought in the Circuit court at Crawfordsville.

The Southern Indiana Teachers' association will be held at Shelbyville April 6, 7 and 8. The spring vacation of tbe schools

MAN'S PLACE.

SIR ROBERT BALL, lately Astrono-

mer

Royal in Ireland, and a man with a singular capacity for "popularizing" science without debasing it, in his lecture at the Royal Institution stated that we now knew the existence of 30,000,000 of stars or suns, many of them much more magnificent than the one which gives light to our system. The majority of them are not visible to the eye, or even recognizable by the telescope, but sensitized photographic plates—which are for this purpose eyes that can stare unwinking for hours at a time—have revealed the existence beyond all doubt or question, though most of them are almost inconceivably distant, thousands or tens of thousands of times as far off as our sun. A telegraphic message for example, which would reach the sun in eight minutes, would not reach some of these stars in 1800 years. The human mind, of course, does not really conceive such distances, though they can be expressed in formulae which the human mind has devised, and the bewildering statement is, from one point of view, singularly depressing. It reduces so greatly the probable importance of man in the universe. It is most improbable, almost impossible, that these great centers of light should have been created to light up nothing, and as they are far too distant to be of use to us, we may fairly accept the hypothesis that each one has a system of planets round it like our own. Taking an average of only ten planets to each sun, that hypothesis indicates the existence, within the narrow range to which human observation is still confined, of at least 300,000,000 of separate worlds, many of them doubtless of gigantic size, and it is nearly inconceivable that these worlds can be wholly devoid of living and sentient beings upon them. Granting the to us impossible hypothesis, that the final cause of the universe is accident, a fortuitous concourse of self-existent atoms, still the accident which produced thinking beings upon this little and inferior world must have frequently repeated itself while if, as we hold, there is a sentient Creator, it is difficult to believe, without a revelation to that effect, that he has wasted such glorious creative power upon mere masses of insensible matter. God can not love gases. The high probability, at least, is that there are millions of worlds—for, after all, what the sensitized paper sees must be but an infinitesimal fraction of the whole—occupied by sentient beings, probably mortal in our sense, as all matter must decay, certainly finite; and then what is the relative position of mankind? If he dies at death, man is a member of a weak tribe of animals with, inferior physical powers, with keen brains but very poor natures, with a very short life, and so insignificant in numbers that it seems at first sight, possible—we write with all reverence—that he might be forgotten even by God. We know, or think we know, from Revelation, that he is not forgotten; but there is no natural reason why he should not be, in the sense that any one of the smallest forest tribes of Africa may be forgotten by the most learned of geographers or most benevolent of philanthropists. We can conceive no thought more depressing than this, of the contemptible insignificance, the almost invisibility, of man among the myriads of sentient creatures of whom he knows, and while he remains here will continue to know, absolutely nothing. His fate is the fate of an animalcule, such as science suspects to exist, below detection or observation by the most searching microscope. How an unbeliever can be grateful to the astronomer we can not imagine, any more than we can imagine how men who see in mankind only superior animals, can conceive of humanity as a worthy object of worship. We had rather worship the sun, or space, which at least is grand in this, that it contains all that exists.

It is only by believing that the human being has a spirit, and that it continues to exist after death, that man can in any degree regain his importance in the scheme of things. Even then, he is but one among many myriads of competitors, and in no way the center of the flower, as he now thinks himself, of creation; but still he may be an important being, lasting for countless ages, capable through these ages of perpetual additions to his powers, and of becoming through all that time of more use in tbe work of the universe. He is, from the astronomer's point of view, of sufficiently little use now, for he only cultivates, and in cultivating uses up a single grain of sand. We know nothing about it, of course, except man exists after death, which we hold to be proved at once by Revelation, and by the perpetually repeated experience of a few persons to whom it has been given to see dimly and for a few moments beyond tbe veil which seems to the majority to drop at death and to be so impenetrable; but it is difficult to believe that anything created— and the spirit is as much created as the body—can remain stationary in condition, as even inanimate matter does not do. Why should it, when there must be so much, not only to know, but to do, in this illimitable universe? Tbe popular notion that man, once escaped from the confinement of the body, does nothing except sit on a cloud and sing psalms to the glory of

a God whose glory is so perfect without him that he was content when man was not in being, rests upon no evidence, whether of reason or Revelation, and seems to us derived either from man's long experience of overtoil and misery, and his enjoyment, therefore, of their absence, or from the inherent Asiatic dislike of exertion. Why should we not work forever as well as now? If man can live again, and grow in that new life, and exert himself to

carry out the always hidden, but necessarily magnificent, purpose of the Creator, then, indeed, his existence may have some importance, and the insignificance of his place of origin be forgotten. For he has an inherent quality which does not belong, so far as the mind can see what must alway partially dark, even to the Divine, he is capable of effort, and in the effort and through the effort not only of growing greater than before, but of adding force to an inanimate thing like his own body. What if that power of effort should be slowly aggrandized until man, now a little higher than the monkey, became a really holy being? There is a field for hope in that speculation which is limitless, and dreamy as it seems, it is at least more reasonable, if the existence of spirit is conceded, than the popular belief upon the subject—that singular compound of reverence, laziness and intense delight at the prospect of escape from all the miseries inherently connected with this present life. Some day or other the great teachers of theology will, we believe, take up this subject with enthusiasm, and with powers to which, of course, we can not pretend. They have grown out of the crude notions of heaven and hell as the place of harps and the place of fire, but they have not yet replaced them by any definite teaching. By and by they will think, see that in falling into their present vagueness they have thrown aside their strongest weapon for the conversion of the world, and will once more examine and state strongly the little that Revelation teaches on the subject—it is not nothing—and the little more than can be deducted from admitted facts by human reason, and then tell us in clear words what they think. When they do, they will be startled to find how strongly human interest in their teaching has revived, how fierce will be the controversy as to the accuracy of every sentence they utter. They tell us enough of the Whence, but are too cautious about the Whither.

ARROW SHOTS.

I shot an arrow Into the air, It fell to the earth: I know not where. --Longfellow. A beginner in business is hardly ever too

stingy. Some folks have the swell head because they are rich.

Men from small towns recognize no class distinction. One can tell a great deal about a family by their table manners.

A man who doesn't drink is likely to spend twice as much for good cigars. Generally it is only a very young physician who signs himself "doctor."

How much more positive a man is when he thinks he has bis customern at a disadvantage.

Lots of women wear dress skirts that rustle, and if the truth were known, they are not paid.

It is surprising what faults a man can find with an article when he doesn't want to pay for it.

We heard of a woman, the other day, who asked for some of the flowers left from a funeral.

Every man likes to tell how some sharper had hold of him and got left. The others never tell.

When a woman runs out of other work, she can hunt through every drawer in the house for patterns.

It is funny why so many men think it unecessary to be decent until after tbey have joined church.

It immediately raises the value of a man's professional services when bis wife wears a sealskin jacket.

What we wonder is, why some people who know so many remedies for every ailment didn't study medicine.

We would all rather be cheated once in a while than to deal with a man who is so stingy that he will divide a penny.

We know men who have hardly a cent to their names, and yet they understand fully the intricacies of the money question.

Some men believe so much in living only for the future life, that they do nothing, have nothing and amount to nothing in this.

We never saw a man who bossed his wife around and made her work, but we have seen lots of women make their husbands toe the mark and work like nailers.

The vehicle ordinance is valid and will stand. On Thursday morning, Judge Piety decided against Mr. Stimson's clients, sustaining the ordinance and dissolving the temporary restraining order. Attorney Stimson is not satisfied with the decision, and after it had been rendered declared his intention to go on with the case. He excepted to the court's decision and secured a rule requiring the city to file an answer to the complaint on Monday next. He was also granted leave to withdraw from tbe complaint the names of a number of persons who had been given him by mistake.

The check valves on the ammonia pipes in the ice manufacturing machine of the Terre Haute Brewing Co., exploded Wednesday morning, causing a fire which damaged tbe building to tbe extent of $5000 before it was extinguished. Fully insured. Tbe damage will be repaired at once.

A woman who can make good coffee is like a poet; born, not made. A man washing dishes has an advantage over a woman; he can swear.

When a man begins going wrong there is no telling where he will stop. The slowest thing is a hard coal fire on a cold day, when it has gone out.

TWENTY-NINTH YEAR