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THE ATLANTIAN
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A DOCTOR’S STORY.
A celebrated French doctor having suc
cessfully treated a little child during a
dangerous illness, the mother of the pa
tient went to his house to thank him.
“Doctor,” said the lady, with tears in
her eyes, “services such as yours are be
yond reward, and therefore I scarcely
know how to express my gratitude to
wards you. May I offer you this purse,
which has been embroidered by my own
hands?”
“Madam,” replied thedoctor, brusque
ly, ‘ 1 the study of medicine is not a matter
of sentiment, but one which demands re
ward in hard cash. Little presents may
servo to win friendship, but they are of
no assistance in keeping up an establish
ment like mine. ’ ’
Deeply hurt by these words, the lady
said in a constrained tone: “May I beg
you, then, to name your fee?”
“Two thousand francs, Madam.”
Opening the embroidered purse, the
lady drew out of it five thousand franc
notes. With a slight bow, she handed
two of these to the doctor; then she re
placed the remaining three notes in the
purse, and left the room.
MR. SKINNEM EXPLAINS.
“I see, father,” said Mrs. Skinncni,
who had become vastly interested in au
tomobiles, “that the Wank-Wank car is
sold for five thousand dollars f. o. b.
What does f. o. b. mean?”
“Well, my love,” said Mr. Skinnem,
“if I bought it, it would be an abbrevia
tion for fine old bust. Why don’t you
and Mabel go for a trolly ride this af
ternoon ? ’ ’
WOULD CAN THE PEACHES.
(From Judge)
Jones was showing his wife and her
friend, Mrs. Brown, around the new
offices. He left them in the waiting-
room for a few minutes, while he an
swered a telephone call, and the con
versation between the two women
drifted to household matters.
‘ ‘ And have you put up much fruit this
year, Mrs. Jones?” asked Mrs. Brown.
“Not very much so far,” answered
Mrs. Jones; “but as her gaze wan
dered across the room, where several
pretty stenographers were working, “I
intend to can a few peaches very soon. ’ ’
THE MAN OF IT.
He tipped his beaver—the gay deceiver!
ceiver!
I saw him leave her and join the crowd.
My breath came thickly; my heart beat
sickly.
I smiled up quickly; he blankly bowed.
And yet, on beeches and hidden breaches
And blue-stone reaches, our names are
cut.
In love-knot tether they cling together
And face the weather—enduring—but
He passed me standing among the crowd.
I smiled up quickly; he blankly bowed!
—Jane Burr.
THE BEGINNING.
Mary—‘ ‘ I’ve just found out what w r as
the origin of the harp.”
John— (looking up from his newspa
per)—“Yes?”
Mary—‘ 1 It was in the Garden of Eden.
Eve ate the apple—and men have been
harping about it ever since. ’ ’
Oh So Good!
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A BOY’S WANTS.
(From the Kansas City Journal.)
‘ ‘ Man wants but little here below. ’ ’
“ It's different with a boy. He wants
, mandolin, a pistol, a razor, a false
iiustache, a bull pup, a magic lantern,
, detective’s tin badge, a motorcycle,
, mud turtle, a fiddle, a printing press, a
tamp album, a tool chest, a goat, a tele-
>hone, a tame rat, a camera, a squirt gun,
l baseball suit and a pair of roller
kates. ’ ’
FAVORITE FICTION.
(From the Chicago Tribune.)
‘ * Mamma’s Good Little Boy. ’ ’
“I Hate to Mention It, but”—
“I Know You’ll Never Tell a Living
5oul. ’ ’
“If He’d Said Another Word I’d
lave Smashed Him.”
“Yes, I’ll Be at Home Next Wedncs
lay Evening, Mr. Googly, nnd I shall Be
llad to Have You Call.”
FASHION AT THE SHORE.
(From Judge.)
‘ ‘ There’s no limit to women’s ideas of
fashion. ’ ’
“What’s jarring you now?”
“Oh, I saw a girl on the beach to-day,
and I’m a goat if she didn’t have the
skirt of her bathing suit slashed!”
THE NEW WAY.
(From The Washington Herald.)
Does your fiance smoke or drink?” In
quired Gladys.
“No,” answered Grace.
“Then you’ll have a dull time. Think
twice before you tie yourself to that
kind of a man.”
SPRING LAMBS.
remember, I remember,
The house where I was shorn,
he hallowed place where little lambs
Como peeping in at morn;
he playful bears and friendly bulls
Who wisely counseled me.
nd where I bought at eighty-eight
And sold at twenty-three.
A HEROINE.
First Bachelor Maid—What’s your idea
of a heorine?
Second b. m.—A mother of ton children.
PLEBEIAN.
(From Life.)
Baker:- “Is ho a man of plebeian
linbits?”
Barker: “Yes. He is willing to be
seen in a New York church during the
summer months. ’ ’
SUSPENDED ANIMATION.
(From The Louisville Courier-Journal.)
“I’m tired of life.”
‘ ‘ In that case, why don’t you spend
summer in the country, old chap?”
JUST SO.
‘ ‘ Society has little use for a man when
his cash is gone. ’ ’
“ No; hut while his money holds out to
burn, the vilest sinner may return. ’ ’