Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Volume 7, Number 39, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 30 March 1876 — Page 7

Mother.

Whan ih« mnili her hair at night. About tin time of lying down, £he came and knelt I waa ao amaU TUaro is my bod, hftT curl* did (all

Alt

over dm,

bright

g:.l-leu

bruwa.

I fell arsU hor .prayers. Her fiir young /a« ,'S.r off It aeomf!),'

Iter girlish raice, her LUk«i wweet. llie patter of har bu:y teat Paaaed with me into charming dreama. And when I wolte merry

morn.

Through her got hair I u» thf gun Flame strong, *hite ulad, and glorify The great,

x*1

world. Oh, ne'er can I

Forget the words "My darling onel"

Ahl checkered yarn since then have cr»pt Put her and me, and we hare known Home aorrow and much tern pare 1 joy Far into manhood atandii her boy,

And hir gold hair anow white i» grown.

Tho worlil haa changed by slow degrees And at ol days recede, alaat

Ho

much of trouble hare the

w&w.

Those rare, far Joys grow dim seen throngli Sad timos as through a darkened glass.

Bntjuflt thU morning when I woke How lovingly my lips were kissod! now chaste anil clcar t)m sunlight shoos On mother's hair, liko gold dust sown

Athwart thin clouds of silver luistl

Ogly Just Lizzie.

•Hallo, Bowen! I thought yoa had cat the city cried Cliff Homers, as he met his friend, Seymour Bowen, in Market street. "Haven't found a boarding placo to rny notion yet," «aid Seymour, as he fihook ClifFs hand. "Haven't you? Lacky, now, that I can tell you the very place. Nice folk?, nice house, nice table! Fine girls there, too! Ever hoard of the Mortimers?" "Horace Mortimer's family?" "Eiaetly. lie died about two years since, you may reraembor. Widow purchased a place over o» the Jersey shore, and keeps boarders- Here, I'll give you the address. Herb- 'tis: 'Mrs. Horace Mortimer, King street, East station.'" "Thank you, thank you, Ol*if I"ll go over this very day, and see Vow I like the look of the land." "Oil, you'll like it. I stayed there two months last summer. Would this, if I could get away. But, 1 rotlier Torn is gone, you know, and 1 have to play jxitor-familias for l.nui a and the little cubs. Say, Bowen, don't you lose your heart to Miss Augusta Mortimer." "No danger!" laughed Bowen. "I don't know about that! She's a beauty, and no mistake Nobody can resist her." "Then how is it you came off scotfree "Oh, she wouldn't have looked at me! I'm not rich, as you are. Twouldn't have done any good. But there I must be off. See you when you come back from Jersey."

CHIT sprung npon ail up-town car, and Seymour walked away to his office. Negotiations in Jersey were successful. Behold, then, Mr. Seymour Bowen cozily established in Mrs. Mortimer's best chamber, and arranging his household gods to suit himself. "We wish you to make yourself quito at home here," said Mrs. Mortimer. "My daughter is at present absent in the city, but she will return in a day or so, and be happy in assisting to entertain you. We always endeavor to make tilings pleasant to our sumner visitors." For Mrs. Mortimer ne\er u-ed the obnoxious word "boarders',but always spoke of her visitors."

Mr. Bi-vr:i. having an engagement with a friend in il: city, returned before dinner this first and came down to his boarding-pl."'.-e ii^aia by I-i' t^ur o'clock train.

The evening was lovely, and Mrs. Mortimer's grounds l-aiked inviting. Mr. Bowen bethought himself to take a stroll before supper, sod .-wn he went into the garden.

A little summer-house at the foot of the enclosure attracted him, and he was close beside it before he saw that it was already occupied.

A glance showed him a fair, girl with brown hair and eyes whose color he

could

not yet see, dressed in a simple blno lawn, with collar and cuffs of blue-

aud-white

sist

striped linen, her only orna­

ment a tiny coral brooch—for even the white fingers which held the pencil she was using were without rings. -Ah! the daughter has returned,' thought Seymour. "Bat this is no dashing belle she is more like a home fairy."

Hearing his footstep, 'the young girl looked up, blushed quickly, and instantly1 arose. "Pardon me I did not mean to interrupt you," said Seymour, stepping forward,, with a courteous bow. "The little arbor looked so pleasant, I eould not re­

its attractions. I did not know it was occupied." "Oh, you are quite welcome said the young lady, gathering up her paper and pencil. "1 was just going to the house, anyway." "I presume I have the pleasure of addressing Miss Mortimer," said Bowen, touching his hat again.

She looked up with a glance half-sad, half-mischievous, which Seymour could not comprehend, as she answered: "Not Miss Mortimer—I a® only just Lizzie. My sister has not returned from town. Bnt you, I am sure, are Mr. Bowen." Soymour bowed again, and expressing himself pleased to make Miss Lizzie's acquaintance, begged permission to occupy her retrii a httlj while.

"Oh, yes!" she

said,

smile, lifting the eyes

with a bright

Which

now saw were

a

Seymour

beautiful brown. "Come

here whenever you please! And

if

yoa

ever want to be very lonely and get away from everybody—flee here!" she drew aside a thick screen of momordica vines, tnd showed an inner seat, quite hidden from outside view.

Morions! 1 shall enjoy this vastly!' crifd Bowen. "1 hope you will. No one ever comes here but me, and I give you free permission to take possession," said the girl. "Thanks If you assure me, I am not displacing you! "I can assure you that. Besides, I shall generally be busy when you are about the house. I must go now to help mamma with the supper."

With a little nod of farewell, which Seymour returned with a polite bow, she went toward the house. He took her seat and began to wonder why he had not heard that Mrs. Mortimer had two daughters. "Though I'd never mistake this one for the dashing beauty. She is hardly pretty, but, somehow, she has the most attractive face I ever saw anywhere."

So ran his thoughts until the tea-bell summoned him to the dining-room. Here he met Miss Lizzie again. "My youngest daughter, Mr. Bowen," said Mrs. Mortimer, indicating Lizzie with an indifferent nod.

Before Seymour could speak the young girl, said hastily, 1 met Mr. Bowen in the garden, mamma."

And Seymour fancied that there was something of entreaty in her glance toward himself. It certainly made him forlvar to make the remark he was beginning, alxmt having surprised her in her favorite retreat.

Before many days it became Seymour's retreat, too. But he did not meet Lizzie there again, or anywhere else, for that matter, except at the table, where nothing ino:-e than brief word was ever exchanged.

On Thursday Miss Augusta returned from the city. And as she swept into tho renin to be introduced, in a costume which was faultless, Mr. Bowen acknowledged that she was a royal beauty, as far as the outside went, anyway.

But he met so many of that sort in his circle that it was almost refreshing to turn to the simple freshness of Lizzie, who could not make the smallest pretentensions to "style," or to the elegant self-possession which would have aided Miss Augusta to meet the President himself, with entire coolness, while Lizzie would have blushed, fluttered, and probably been unable to speak at all.

After trying to pursue the belle's aeqaintance for a few days, Mr. Bowen decided that she was hardly so well informed upon general subjects as even his brief acquaintance had shown Lizzie to be. But he readily saw that Miss Mortimer's time was fully occupied with fashionable society and its amusements, while Lizzie who seldom went anywhere except to church, had time for reading and study.

One evening, about a month after h« went to Mrs. Mortimer's,Mr.Bowen sought his retreat in Lizzie's arbor. Some whim prompted him to seek the inner seat, and when, shortl}* after, Lizzie herself came into the arbor, singing a low song as she snt at her work, lie concluded nottodisrb her.

It was rather pleasant to have her sitting so near, singing so softly, and Mr. Bowen was rather enjoying it, when the sweet voice of Miss Augusta was heard, not quite §o dulcet a3 usual, assho s:.id: "Oh, you are here, Miss Liz! Has anybody been with you "Nobody but my thoughts," answered

TAzzu\

'•.Mamma thought she saw Mr. Bowen come down this walk," said Miss Augusta. "It must have been with the spiritual eyes, then. I haven't seen him with my bodily ones," Laughed Lizzie. "Oh, well, it's no matter since he isn't here. But I warn you Missy, I won't allow you to get up a flirtation with Mr. Bowen." "I shouldn't know how. lou never gave me lessons," returned Lizzie with some spirit. "It will lv time eim-igh for you after I am settled,' continued Augusta, not condescending to notice Lizzie's remark. "And I mean to get settled this time, for Mr. Bowen is immensely rich, and I may not have many more chances. I am determined not to let such a fortune slip.' "I would never inarry him for that if I did not love him," said Lizzie, with more fire than usual in her. "Well, I would! and perhaps I shall! only mind you keep well out of my way," returned Miss Augusta, loftily, and with that she walked away, leaving Lizzie quite silent, and Mr. Bowea utterly amazed at what he c- uld not help hearing. If it had not been for sparing Lizzie's feelings, he would have stepped out and confronted Miss Augusta—he felt just like doing so. But he was beginning to learn some things, and he resolved to keep quiet a little longer and see how the enigma would work itself out.

Lizzie sat quiet for ,a while. Jlr. Bowen hoped she would not discover him. and resolved, if she did so, .to be fast asleep! But before long he heard

her

putting up her work to go. As she rose from her seat she drew along, deep sigh, and he heard her say to herself: "I'm willing Gus should have all the money, but oh if I only had some one

to care for, or somebody to care very littlrt forme!" "Poor, lonely child! I wouldn't be surprised if somebody did care for yoa!" thought Seymour, as her footstep died away upon the garden walk.

After that his eyes were even quieket than common to see the true state ol affairs, bnt he did not pay Lizzie one single attention which could rouse Miss Augusta's ire. And though he was politely attentive to herself, he was careful not to let fall word or look that she could const

rue

into meaning more than polite­

ness. At last, however, his stay at Mrs. Mortimer's caine to an end. The morning upon which he went back to the city for g( tod, he asked Mrs. Mortimer for a private interview of a few moments, which, of course, was readily given. "1 have found your little circle so delightful," said he, after all other arrangements had been settled, "that I v.ish to carry apart of it away with me. May I be so ')old as to a.sk for what I wnit '•1 am sure I could not refuse you anything," said the lady, bridling and blushing, but with a gracious smile. "Then, will you give me your daughter?" asked Seymour. "Oh, I declare, you overcame mo," cried the fond mother. "I!ut, 1 am sure, if dear Augusta consents—" '•Rut, pardon me, I do not mean MLis Mortimer said Seymour. "Not mean -Mbis Mortimer!" echoed the lady. "No—only ju!it Lir./.ie!" said he, with a bright, smile. "Lizzie The lady gasped the word and fell back into her chair. But Jlr. iieymour came to the rescue so gallantly tlint she wrs persuaded to listen, sr.d, considering it. would still be "all in the family," to give Mr. Bowen what he wanted, at ir.st.

And, hating gained her consent, ho beirged that lie might see Miss Lizzie in the arbor, and as a little matter of form, ask hers it was in her own favorite nook that Lizzie first learned that "somebody" did care for her, and though at first she could hardly believe it, she was convinced when Seymour took her in his strong arms and told her that he (Iif brgrn to love her in that very spot.

Miss Augusta almost fainted when she first he:.rd lie news. But if she couldn have the grand city home herself, there were plenty of chances to be met if it waa one's sister's. And I tell you "my sister, Mrs. Seymour Bowen," is quite a different person from "only just Lizzie."

xai: iioJUANCi: or L,vi.vinixr3 MAlllUACiU.

The story of the marriage of tho great French poet and statesman is one of romantic interest. The lady was of an English family named Birch, and very wealthy. She first fell in love with the poet from reading his "Meditations Poetiques." She was slightly past the bloom of youth, but still young and fair. She read and re-read the "Meditations" and nursed the tender sentiment in secret. At length she saw Lamartine in Geneva, and her love became apart of her very life. Not long after this she was made acquainted with the fact that the poet was suffering, even to unhappiness, from the embarrassed state of his pecuniary affairs. Miss Birch was not long in deciding upon her course. She would not allow the happiness of a lifetime to slip from her if she could prevent it. She wrote lo the poet a frank and womanly letter, acknowledging her d-ep interest and profound respect, and offering him the bulk her fortune, if he were willing to accept it. Of course Lainartino could not but suspect the truth. Deeply touched by her generosity, he called upon her, and found her to be not only fair to look upon, but a woman cf a brilliant literary and artistic education. lie made an offer of his hand and heart, and was promptly and gladly accepted, and in after years A'jiljoiisc Ie L.v.i artme owed not more to his wife's wealth than to her sustaiuing love and inspiring enthusiasm.

Tin: AINILITION OK r.KN'T.

An

effort

is being made in the Informed

Episcopal Church to do away with the observance of Lent as a church fast. At a recent conference of Clergymen of that denomination in Philadelphia it was decided to recommend the policy ..of abandoning the service to the General Standing Committee, on the ground that the indulgence in worldly pleasures before and after Lent is increased by way of compensation for enforced abstention during the season of fasting, and upon the further ground that uniform moderation of life i-i the church's great need, and that this may be better secured without Lenten observances than with them. The change, if it shall be made, will be a radical one, and will work a wider breach than ever between the two Episcopalian churches in this country.—N, Y. Evening Port.

Is West Itoxbury, Mass., a few days agi, George Lord got apiece of meat in Ins throat, and was in a fair way to choke to death, when a doctor pulled it out with his finger. Then a current of air began to circulate between the skin and flesh, puffing the man up even to his fingers and toes, and causing liim intense pain. He soon died, after which his body resumed its normal sue.

sosre traits or hesthoves.

Beethoven used to sit for hours at I the piano, improvising the thoughte which he afterwards jotted down get paper, and subsequently elaborated into the musio with which he astooished the world. If he discovered that he had been overheard at such times —as happened once when Cipriana Potter called upon the great composer and was shown into an adjoining room—he was inccnsed to the highest degree. In another mood, and es pecially after he had become deaf, while working out a subject in hLn mind, lie would leave his house at night or in the cariy morning, and walk for many hours through tho most remote and solitary places, through woods and by lakes and torrents, silent and abstracted. In Uiis way he sometimes made the circuit of Vienna twice a day, or, if he were at Baden, long excursions across the country. When engaged on his magnificent "Sonata Appassionata," ho one iy took a long walk with Ferdinand Bies, his pupil. They walked for hours, but during the wliolo time, Keciliovcn spoke not a word, but kept humming, or, rather, howling up and down the scale. It was tho process of.incubation. On reaching home ho seated himself at tho piano without taking off his hat, and dashed into the splendid finale of that noble work. Once there he remained for some time, totally regurdless of the darkness, or tho fact that he and Ries had had nothing to eat for hours. His appearance became perfeetly well known to people of all classes, who exclaimed, "There is Beethoven," when they saw him and it is related that once, when a troop of charcoal burners mot him on a country path, they stood on one side, heavily-laden as they wero, to let him pass, for fear of troubling the great masttfr's meditations. When composing in his own room at home, he would sometimes walk about in a reverie, pouring cold water over his hands alternately, from jug after jug, till the floor of tho room was inundated, and the people camo running up-stairs to know tho cause of the deluge. At his death ho left, besides his finished works, a quantity of rough sketches, containing, doubtless, tho germs of many more works, which never passed the stage in which they appear there. The first draughts of his well-known compositions show the successive alterations which their subjects suffered before they pleased him and these form p, most interesting study, as exposing his manner of working. One of his sketch book3 has been published in extenso, and besides a host of matters of minor interest, it contains three separate draughts, at length, of the finale of one of his symphonies—a'striking proof of tho patience with which this great and licry genius perfected his masterpieces. Even when completely finished and perfected to

hi3

own sat­

isfaction, his manuscript presented many difficulties to the reader, and his copyists and engravers are said to have had a hard time of it. In one of his letters, in which he gives his publishers the corrections of some proofs of a stringed quartet, ho concludes by saying that "It is four o'clock. I must post this- and I am quite hoarse with stamping and 3\ e:iring.—Macmiilan's Mayaz'r.ic..

AKTI1ICI.II. nV.AUTr.

"Women are justified in trying to make themselves us beautiful as pos-sible-a result which r.tay achieved by the cultivation good health, good temper, kindly urtuiners, and taste in dress but she '.vim endeavors to supply the charms of youth by artificial means, is apt to ru into error. Tho women who paint, powder or dye never know when to stop. Like Tennyson's brook, they go "on foreverforever," impressed with the idea that art can fully conceal nature's ravages. "With the unmistakable stamp of experience written legibly across the face, with- the dim and watery eyes which no art. can brighten, no appli-

THE girls at Yassar are to sweep the field at base ball, next summer. Their uniforms are said to be very pretty. The dress is short that is, it elears the ground neatly, and generally is of gray, or some other neutral color. The jackets are blue, purple, or red, and the caps jaunty little affairs, with the initials of the club in front.

There are si,320 flour mills In Russia, driven by wind, water, treadle, or steam v.:

KDIDUE SfTS.

T'.ag of nuts for usefulness is the1 fruit of the palm—the cocoanut— which grows abundantly in all tropical regions. The kernel, in its fresh state, is very nutritive, and, when grated, makes excellent cakes or fritters. The milk of tho cocoanut forms a delicious beverage in its native country a large nut, when fresh, will give half a pint of milk. When it is very young the pulp is so soft that it may be eaten with a spoon, and the shell is so thin and transparent that it may be used as a lantern. The oil obtained by pressure from the kernel is usqd for burning in lamps and for making fine soap. There is no part of the tree but is employed for some useful purpose, though with respect to fruit the cocoanut is one of the least productive of the palm tribe. One tree, in a good soil, produces about one hundred cocoanuts annually. Sweet almonds are nutritive, but difficult of digestion. The brown husk that surrounds the kernel is unwholesome, and on account of its injurious qualities almonds should always bo blanched. This is done by simply pouring boiling water upon tho kernels. Bitter almonds are poisonous to all classes of animals. Tho chestnut is the most farinaceous and the least oily of all nuts, and, therefore, is the most easy of digestion—though it requires roasting or boiling. In Southern Europe they form a largo portion of the food of the laboring classes. The walnut is a native of Persia, and its fruit is much used in the green state as a pickle. This nut is very oily, and on the Continent its oil, when fresh, is U3ed in cooking as a substitute for olive oil. In Switzerland, tho poor people use the refuse matter, after the oil is extracted, for bread. In Norway and Sweden, acorns are boiled and mixed with corn meal to make bread. Hazel nuts and filberts are the fruit of tho same' tree, the former in its wild, the latter in its cultivated state. These nuts are quito free from oil. At dessert they aro generally caton with salt. Fresh roasted peanuts are very agreeable in their flavor, and quite nutritive. Instead of being munched between meals, in all sorts of places, if they were eaten at the table as a part of tho meal and thoroughly masticated, they would prove more wholesome. Eaten with other food, as at tho conclusion of a meal, nuts are wholesomo and agreeable, and might, on account of the oil they contain, well supply tho place of indigestible pastry.

A LIGHTHOUSE llUII.T UA'DEK DIFFICULT IKS.

1

ances can clear, they simulate the bloom and the luxuriant hair, the vivid coloring and the untouched freshness of eighteen then fhink they have cleverly concealed their age, and that nothing Lo trays the make-up. With the more than matronly forms of maturity, they adopt the styles or early youth, and imagine that they have done all that is necessary by way of disguise when they tighten their belt so that they can scarcely breathe, and prop up their spreading Trames on heels so high and narrow as to be no safer than a couple or stilts. Few people have courage to tell the women who makeup how Visible it is, and polite silence is construed into non-perception of facts plainly visible to all. The made-up, too, see for themselves how great a failure all the other makeups are but no one has tho wit to turn the knowledge inward and say, "As she is, so am I." The judicial blindness that always accompanies vanity falls like Egyptian darkness on every eye, and women sneer and condemn in unmeasured language the very things of which they themselves are guilty. In cases like these ignorance may bo bliss but we doubt if 'tis folly to be wise.

A celebrated French lighthouse ifl that of Fleaux do Brehat, a recent erection, based upon a huge and treacherous porphyry rock, for ages a terror of every seaman who approached the Brittany coast. Its architect had to encounter every species of obstacle during his work, but, above all, incessant races and eddies of the sea among the neighboring sandbanks. Tho foundations had to bo sought for far beneath low water an artificial port had to bo created the necessary stonework was hewn and shaped on the Island of Brehat, seven miles distant. Even when the foundations had appeared above tho water, the lower walls of the lower story were submerged twice a day, leaving heavy deposits of marine plants, shells, and sea-weed. The workmen lived in huts upon a reef, to which they retired when the tide rose and thus they pushed on their labors, qunrrying and squaring at one time, arranging and fixing at another. Theirs was a masonry almost without mortar. The blocks were grooved and literally dovetailed together, the course being connected, as it were, by cogs, so that every part relied upon evory other, the result being, as nearly as possible, an absolute cohesion. In spite of this happy issue, the reporting architects would not recommend similar experiments in the future.

THE CAPITAL OF CRKEC".

I half expected to find here a half asleep peojde. kizily following oldfashioned ways of proceeding hut, ou the contrary, a more wide-awake government cannot be found. It is, you know, a constitutional monarchy that rules free Greece. It is like England in having a king, but in everything but the name he is much more like our president, since in many ways his power ls circumscribed. Athens has some forty-five or fifty thousand people. But within three or four miles arc many little villages, thus making everything here more stirring, as the country towns do their shopping" here. Indeed, I find it hard to realize that I am not in a real live Yankee city. Here the king, queen, ministers, and officers dress like Americans, and thus, the fashionable example being sot, fully two-thirds, if not more, dress exactly as wo do. We are in the midst of a wide-awake, intelligent, go-ahead people, and it is hard to believe that they are "heathenish" in religious views. The fact ls they stand where German infidelity .does—on materialistic grounds—careless of the whole subject of religion, saying it is no concern of theirs.

A profane young jerson describing the looks of a newly arrived M. 0. from the far West as he appeared at tho Washington depot, saj-s:—"He looked as if he had come all the way across the continent on tho hurricane deck of a.inule."

THOSE old soakers never lack for argument. Lately one replied to a tern pern nee lecturer by the following 2x»ser:—,4If water rots the soles of

TAKE IT OFT OF THAT.

IIo was a long, slim man, with every appearance of hard times, and along nose on his face. He went into a saloon on M.-.in street, Detroit, and said to tho bar-keeper:

Prepare me a glass of the cheerful invigorator." The bar-keeper looked him all over, looked at his clothes, and answered:

First allow my eyes to rest upon the complexion of your currency." In my purse I have numerous and various denominations of the currency of our realm, with which I will cheerfully requite you, when I have partaken of your refreshments," said the long man, tapping his pocket.

The bar-keeper said he didn't know, but finally poured out a glass of the liquor. The long man grasped it eagerly, backed up to tho stove, and eyed the contents of the glass with a critical air.

They tell me that in one of our Western cities, divers wickod men have been engaged in the fraudulent manufacture of this article. Is it so

The bar-keeper said he believed it was. The long man emptied the glass, and put it on tho counter. Then he said:

It is passing strango that in an age when knowledge is disseminated so freely, that truth and virtuo are not paramount. Instead, ignorance and vice run riot, and the papere teem with accounts of new rascalities unearthed each day." "There's fifteen cents to pay for that whiskey," interrupted tho barkeeper.

Our country is just entering upon her existence for another century. It is fearful to reflect that at tho end of a century she may be still further advanced in crime. Just look back and sec

Yes, I know but just pay me for that glass of whiskey, and then you can bounce," broke in tho bar-keeper, angrily.

Peaec, my friend," said the long man. "You ask of me that which Ls utterly beyond tho bounds of possibility." "Do you mean to say that you haven't any money?" inquired the bar-keeper, the short hair on tho back of his head standing out horizontally. "Such, my esteemed friend, is tho conclusion which you may draw from my feeble remarks," said the long man.

The bar-keeper turned back hifl cuffs, spit on his hands, and bounded airily over the bar Ho grasped the long man firmly by the scruff of tho neck, and began waltzing toward tho door, implanting kick after kick in that portion of the long man's fram® which nature designed to be kicked.'

They reached the door safely, and as the bar-keeper, with a kick of extraordinary dimensions, shot the long man through it, ho sententiously exclaimed: I Take it out of that 1"

TIIK STORY OF AS AFKICAN IIUSTKR.

It was in an Olive street restaurant the other day, says the St. Louis Republican, that an English gentleman gave utterance to the following remark vfj

Talk about your hunting in Amer-" ica! Why, it aren't nothing to what

Shook him down How, for goodness' sake Well, when he seen that tiger up there, he began to roar. Lord, how he did roar! It shook the very ground. It shook the tree where the tiger was hiding away, and he clung on, and clung on, and clung on, but he couldn't stand it and, bime-by, down ho fell, and the lion jist eat him up."

Actually ate him up Everything. And then lapped the ground."

A SOLICITOB who has recently beaa engaged by a prominent life insurance firm, returned to the office of his employers the other day, and complained that he had been snubbed by a gentleman on whom he called. Snub' bed!" cried the manager, "snubbed! Wrhy, what did you do that he should have snubbed yrou I have solicited life insurance from tho Atlantic to the Mississippi, and have never yet been snubbed. I have been kicked down stairs, beaten over the head with chairs, and thrown out of the window, but snubbed I never have been." Tha solicitor is driving a coal wagon now.

A Western jiaper makes the following correction In our obituary notice of Mr. yesterday, for the !hrase 'He was a noble and pig-OMr

JX'S' XI OuU.1 1UU7 lUv OvJW {l)j[uov 11C uwu*v your boots, wtiat, effect mu3t it have i, -i.'led man,' read 'He was a noblo os the coat of yonr stomach

.i»d.big-hearted

man.'

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you find in Africa." Did you over go hunting in Africa?" said one of his listeners. "Why, of course." af

What kind of

game

did you get?"

"Elephants, lion.?, tigers, zebras, and

oilier

animals."

"Gracious! It must be exciting s*.rri hunting lions." Yes. rather."

Awful savage, I guess," suggested another. "Savage? You bet! Why, them lions is jist orful." "Can th«y lick any ether beast, aa they say "Liek? A lin can lick anything in the world. Why, I saw a couple of tigers tackle a lion one day, and he jist clawed ono of 'em to pieces quieker'n a spring lamb could shake his tail. The other tiger, he skipped, you can bet, up a tree. But he kinder didn't seem happy with Mr. Lion down there. But that iion got him, you bet." "How did he do it-go up after him "No ho shook him down."