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THE CHEROKEE
EXAMINE HOW YOUR HUMOR 18 INCLINED, AND WHICH THE RULING PASSION <>K YOUR MINI).’
VOLUME VI.
CANTON. GEORGIA. FRIDAY, MORNING, A PHIL 24, 1885.
NUMBER IT.
DREAM CHILDREN,
I trait In tho dear Lord's wisdom.
I do not question His will,
But oft ns I sit in my clumber,
In the twilight, oalm and still,
I long for tho children's voices,
I long for the clinging arms,
As unto my ear th*y whisper
Their tiny griefs and alarms.
And my silent room is peopled
With forms I can almost see,
The forms of tho dear dream children
Who cluster about my knee.
I can hear their merry prattle,
I feel their breath on my cheek,
And my fancy again makes real
Tho dear ouos my heart would sock.
And so I sport with my oblldren,
And watch their sw> et. quaint ways,
Till my heart grows hoavy with lungiug
And my oyes are dim as I gaao.
For alas ! they aro but shadows
That out of the dat kness grow;
Only tho frail dream children
That the heart alono can know.
Cano Coleman,
A TERRIBLE ADVENTURE.
"I havo had anoh an adventnre,” ex-
olaimod Mrs. Badger as she flonnoed
into the sitting room, sank into an easy
cjiair and gasped for breath.
“What Is the matter, my dear?" in
quired Mr. Badger as he laid down his
newspaper to listen.
“That ia a nice way to speak to a
woman after she has jtwt seen a sight
that cnrdled her blood. Oh, my |” ex
claimed tRe worthy lady as she covered
her pink face with her terra cotta
gloves, totally oblivions for the moment
of the faot that the two colors formed a
very inharmonious contrast. “I can seo
it before me now. I don’t believe I will
ever forget it, ever."
“Compose yourself, my dear, and tell
me all about it.”
“That is the way with yon men,” re
sponded Mrs. Badger as she removed
her hands from her face and began un
buttoning her gloves. “Yon have no
feeling. Yon don’t know what sentiment
is. If yon bad passed throhgh what I
have to-day the first intimation I would
have of it would be an nnasnal odor
about yonr breath. Yon would go into
a saloon just as if nothing had happoned
and talk the matter over with a friend,
and by the time yon got home yon
wonld forget all about it. Compose my
self, indeed, I know I sha’n’t reoover
from tho shook for six weeks, if ever I
will.”
Here the excited matron pansed to
allow her husband an opportunity to in
terrupt her again, but that individual
wisely refrained from taking advantage
of it.
“When I got through my work this
noon—you know we had company for
Innoh ? Mrs. Simpson and her daughter
were here. How I detest that woman 1
I know she oamo here on purpose to
make mean remarks about our new sil
verware. By the way, Isaao, that sil
verware is wearing very badly. The
plating has been rubbed off in three
places on onr coffee-pot already. That
comes of buying your table ware at a
tea store. I always knew you were no
judge of such things. The next time
perhaps yon will let me bay stuff for
my own house. But you always think
yon know so mnoh about some things.
No one can teaeh you anything. If you
would take your wife’s advioe once or
twice a year, instead of that miserable
Jim Wilson’s, it wonld be better for you
—and me, too. I suppose now you will
go and tell that odious man just what I
have said. That is the way you always
do. You know yon do. The last time
I told you the truth about him you
went right off and repeated it to him
like a little, leaky sohool boy. You
needn’t try and deny it, for Mrs. Wilson
oame over here the next day and made
the most soandalous statements 'about
you I ever heard, and I know she only
did it to get even. Oh, if I was only a
man I’d show you some things that you
ought to know.”
Here Mrs. Badger stopped for breath
and glared aoross the fireplace at her
unfortunate husband in a way that wonld
haVh chilled the marrow in the bones of
• less experienced Benedict.
“Well, my dear,” suggested Mr. Bad
ger, with a faint sigh, “as you were
about to say, Mrs. Simpson called."
“That’s right,” snapped Mrs. Badger
viciously. “That’s right Sinoe yon
were down town and saw the terrible
sight, suppose you finish the story.
That’s right. Go ahead and tell me all
about it I’m impatient to hear.”
“I didn : t intend to interrupt you. my
dear," responded Mr. Badger, wearily.
“Don’t ‘my dear’ me, sir. Please
don’t. Well, since yon don't know any
thing about it and are willing to listen
to mo relate it I will continue. Mrs.
Simpson and her freckle-faced Miss
Simpson oame to lunch. We had pickled
palmr>n, hot biscuits—yon know what
delicious biscuits Mary maxes t It is
the only good thing about the baggage.
She does everything else terribly. She
broke three saucers this morning while
she was trying to listen to what I was
snying to yon about Jennie Parsons
while we were in the p&ntry. I think 1
shall discharge her. She is too careless
for any use, but then she is cheap and
knows onr ways, and Heaven knows
what I should do with a new girl, but I
suppose you wonld l>o glad to have a
change--yon don’t have any of the work
to do. Yon men are so selfish. I wish
T was a man.”
“Ro do I. my dear,” observed Mr.
Badger. “Then I might possibly hear
the end of this story some time this
year.’’
“That’s right, Mr. Badger; when you
cant trea’t me cruelly and neglect me,
abuse me. That’s the way with yon
men. I have a good mind not to tell
the story not at all now, jnst for spite.”
At this moment Mr. Badger picked
up bin newspaper and resumed his read
ing.
“Aa I was saying," continned Mrs.
Badger aftor five minutes of silenoe,
which seemed to her like a month,
“when Mrs. Bimpson and Miss Simpson
left the house I put on my cloak and hat
and started down to buy some groceries
that I asked yon to order several days
ago, but which you forgot as usual.
You always forget auoh things until you
sit down to the table to eat and then
yon storm and raise a row beoanse yon
don’t find the articles all cooked and
ready for yon in silver covered dishes,
I got in a red oar and started down
town. The ear didn’t stop for me at
first. I had to walk over to the other
side of the street and walk through a
pool of water, but I don’t suppose it
wonld make any difference to you if I
had drowned. After wading nearly np
to my boot tope I finally got into the
car and there wasn’t any seat for me.
The oar was orowded with men and wo
men. There wasn't a gentleman there.
It's a pity the street oar companies don’t
run cattle ears for those brates who sit
down and pretend to read newspapers
a bile ladies stand np. There was one
putty-faced dude who wasn’t reading.
He didn’t dare look me in the face. He
tumbled around in his pooketa and
pulled out a newspaper, and when 1
looked at him he began reading it np
side down. Borne men would do any
thing rather than stand np and let
lady sit down. Then the brute of a
oonduotor asked me if I didn’t have
small ohange when I gave him a five
dollar bill. Of eonrse I had, but
“Mr. Jones, of oonrae; yon aon*
suppose I wonld talk to a png dog, do
yon?”
"Well, my dear,” continued Mr.
Badger, as he buttoned np his coat, “I
shall have to be ont this evening. I
have a business meeting to attend to. I
am sorry I can’t stay at home te enjoy
the society of Mr. Jones and the Jones
png, but I can’t neglect business, yon
know, I mast go right off I haven't a
minute to spare.”
“Yon needn’t ran away to avoid meet
ing Mr. Jones. He won’t be here.”
“But yon jnst said ho was coming.”
"Bo I did, bnt he won’t While we
were talking a whole bnoketfnl of bricks
fell off the scaffolding and straok him
on the head before my eyes and flat
tened him ont like a pancake.”
“Oh I" shuddered Mr. Badger, “that
was horrible. No wonder yon were
shocked. I wonder whether he leave*
a widow and a family. He really wasn't
such a bad fellow after^11.”
"Leave a widow? What do yon
mean ? How oonld be marry ?’’
“I don’t see any reason why Mr.
Jones shonldn’t marry.”
“Mr. Jones? He wasn’t hart. It
was the dog that wits crushed. ”
“Oh,” replied Mr. Badger, as he
seated himself again and pioked np the
newspaper. “Is that the terrible adven
ture yon had?”
“Well, isn’t that adventnre enough ?
I was so weak I had to order a carriage
to take me home, and that oost $4; and
yon will have to go withont meat for
yonr breakfast to-morrow morning ‘un
less yon order it yourself to-night, and,
Mr. Badger, let me aay that the next
time I tell yon a story yon will under
stand it at once."
“I doubt it,” replied Mr. Badger, as
his wife flounced ont of the room to
change her dress for dinner.—Graphic.
wouldn’t give it to him after he had in
sulted me before the car fall of people,
not that I oared for them, though.
Then he looked at the bill suspiciously,
aud carried it out on the platform and
asked the driver if it was good. He
then went through the oar and asked
every man if he had change. None had
any, of eonrse, and he had to give it
back to me. I hope he had to pay my
fare himself, just because he was such
a selfish brute. But he was like all yon
men. %
“At Twenty-third street a woman got
in the ear with that lovely drees pattern
I saw on Broadway lost fall and wanted
yon to bny for me, bnt yon said it was
too expensive. Bhe had it made over,
and it was perfectly beautiful. I knew
it didn’t cost her over $50, and it was
worth twice that mneh. Yon will see
how mnoh it oosts when I get my new
dress next month. Dress goods are
twice as high now, but yon always
think yon know so mnoh about such
things.
“I got ont at Fourteenth street and
was walking past that new bnilding on
Sixth avenue. You know which one I
mean ? It has snoh lovely windows.
They are plate glass and reaoh clear
across the store, and are filled with the
greatest bargains I ever saw. I know
some of the lace that they have marked
down to 62} cents didn’t cost one oent
less than 60 cents. Well, right over the
top of the bnilding there is a scaffold
and there were some men working on it.
They had a pile of bricks and a whole
dry goods box full of mortar. 1 met
Mr. Jones there—that pleasant-faced
gentleman who comes here and talks so
beautifnlly about Paris and the latest
fashions. He had his charming little
png dog with him, and the moment he
saw me he bowed and that dear little
doggie barked. Yon know the last tim 6
he came here I gave him yonr slippers
to play with. He is snoh a cute little
fellow. He nearly ohoked to death, yon
remember, on the heel of one of the slip
pers. Bat yon can bny a new pair for
$2, and yon know I never liked that pair
anyway. Yon bonght them without
consulting me. He said he was (joining
up to Bee us to-night.”
“Who?” interrupted Mr. Badger, as
he started from his oh air. “Jones or
his dog?”
Astor’s Start In Life.
ho had a stook packed away that h«
could not realize on. What to do ho
did not know, but, consulting his wife,
as he always did about everything, the
conclusion was that he should go ta
London and sell them himself. This
was carried out, aud John Jaeob carried
his furs to London aud made a good
thing of it. While there and wandering
over the great city he oame across what
was known as the East India House oi
Company, and recognized a name as
chief of it as one familiar. He sought
him and found a sohoolmate in his
native plaee in Germany. His sohool
mate did dot repudiate him, but tried
to do everything he oonld to make
Astor feel that he wanted to serve him,
and among the rest when he was loaving
gavo him a permit for a ship to trade
in the China seas. John Jaoob laughed
at the gift, bnt took it, and had almost
forgotten its possession, when one day
something he heard made him go to a
merchant named Livermore and propose
that he find capital to fit ont a ship and
use the permit, and they should share
the result. Livermore at first rejeeting
the proposal, afterward accepted it, and
the voyage was successfully undertaken,
and from it Astor realized $50,000.
Then he took the permit and fitted ont
a vessel himself and laid the foundation
of bis enormous fortune. John Jaeob
never denied that he owed bis sucoesa
in a large measure to the faot that he
always oonsulted with his wife, whom ]
remember aa a clear-headed, praotioal
woman.
THE UTAH AVALANCHES.
A RKI.lkviNI) PARTY BUINfilMI IS
■ODUM DOWN TilK MOUNTAIN.
Ilrwilni Three Peruana Alive, One el
Whom had been Hurled III llonru-Three
Know Mlldra bj Whirl, 31) Prreona were
Killed.
Designs lor Spring Dresses,
I have heard John Jaoob Astor to
how he got his first start in life, sai
an old New Yorker. He kept his stor
in Peck slip, and there bought fnrs, ^ __
almost any that were offered him nnNT ”^now slides iir that neighborhood aro
A dispatch from Balt Lake City says;
The relief party sout to Alta to resone
the living and bring book tho dead who
were killed in the reoent snow slide
which overwhelmed that town, has re
turned. The relieving party had a very
trying experience. Coming down the
deep defiles of the mountain side, drag
ging the sleds on whioh the bodies were
placed, sewn np in blankets, they were
Lefltot by deep drifts, and tho whirling
particles of snow driven before tho howl
ing blasts pricked like so many needles.
Fortunately, however, all the brave meu
returned without having received serious
harm. Twelve bodies woro brought
down the > Anon in mournful procession,
single file, and lashed npon the sleds.
r On'tho first sled was tho body of Mattie
Hickey, the next bore the bodies of Tim
othy Madden, Jeremiah Began, David
B. Evans, James Watson, Barney Gil
son aud Mrs. Ford, with her baby lashed
to ter breast. Tho last sled carried the
four children of Edward Ballou. Tho
following peraons reported dead wore
rescued alive: Andrew White, after
lasing under the snow twelve hours;
Frederick Cnlinan, after being buried
stxtoen hours, and Mr Keist, in the
drift six hours. Besides those, Mr.
Ford, though not ooverod by tho ava-
lanohc, was badly hurt. Tho body of
one of the Chinamen was not fonnd.
Mrs. Ford had a premonition of dan
ger, and begged her husband to take her
and their child to a place of safety on
that fatal night, saying she felt sure an
avalpnoe was coming. Mrs. Ballon,
Mi% Keist, Mrs. Hewitt, Mrs. Johnson
and her fonr children, and Hans Olsen
and fonr children are still in Alta in con
stant danger. A rescue party went
out the following morning organised to
bc&g them in.
TOE JOKER'S CORNER.
of daily occurrence, One occurred on
Saturday last in Superior Guleh, winch
the survivors at Alta feel snro resulted
in the death of Samuel Presoott, It.
Augere, and John White, all of whom
were working there. Two men going
there to see if they were safe got in
sight of their cabin and tamed when
they saw a snow slide start, and in an
instant almost the cabin was obliterated
in a sea of snow. The oononssion oj
the slide threw the two men violently to
the ground, and they harried away for
fear of another slide. It is reported
that a man named MoDaniels, living
south of Alta, was killed by the slide of
Friday night, as nothing has been seen
or heard of him sinoe. In throe slides
in Alta, all of whioh occurred on Fri
day, thirty persons have been killed.
A Homan with Brittle Bones.
What Constitutes Happiness.
In what consists this mnoh sought-for
blessing? In nothing has opinion so
wide a range. Demand an answer from
any number of persons and not two
among them will return the same.
Even yonr chosen companion and bosom
friend will differ from yon. And how
the ideas as to what oonstitnte happi
ness change with succeeding years. The
yonth or maiden would scorn that whioh
to the child appeared the very summit
of enjoyment. A few more years, and
sober middle-age looks backward with a
calm pity to the maiden’B love dream, or
the young man’s eager and adventurous
pursuits. And as years ndvanoe, so do
tastes and inclinations vary; until, per
haps, life has stretched to that saddest
period of all, when poor humanity re
turns to childhood's joys. Some who
have studied this problem maintain that
the most exquisite degree of happiness
is attained only by the oontrast of some
past sorrow—for the landscape that has
no shadows can never reveal the glori
ous brillianoy of sunshine. The rays of
happiness, like those of light, are color
less when unbroken. Sometimes it is
all gladness and sunshine and heaven it
self is not far off and then it obangee
suddenly and clouds shat oat the sky.
A carious case whioh is now puzzling
Ohioago physicians was reported to the
Chicago Medical Society. The patient
is a young woman whose bones are so
brittle that they break' at the slightest
jar. Bhe has been under treatment for
sixteen years, having been aillioted ever
since her birth. Over 170 fractures
have occurred in her life, and her ribs,
lges and arms have been affected. Bhe
weighs about forty-five pounds. Merely
stepping from the sofa to the floor or
stumbling on the carpet is sufficient
to cause the breaking of a bone.
These fractures heal slowly. Her
doctor has had splints bound about her
leg for two years at a time. The doctors
think that her bones oonsist principally
of hollow shells. The broken bones
have knit together in nnoonth shapes
and she is badly deformed. Her muscles
are well developed, with the exception
of those which have been atrophied
through disuse. Dr. Blanchard has
made oasts of her limbs, and intends to
preserve them in some medical institu
tion.
A Case of Woman’s Rights.
A ease oame np in the State Circuit
Court of Oregon where a woman who had
property in her own right was sued for
a batcher’s bill contracted by her hus
band. It seems, says a looal paper,
that the effect of tho law, engineered
through the Legislature some years
sinoe ostensibly for the benefit of mar
ried women, were to make them liable
for the support of their families if they
have property of their own, and if the
'mpecunious husband orders tobacco
or beer sent to the house the wife can
be compelled to pay for it. Before the
law was ohanged the married woman
was not liable unless she made the con
tract herself. Under this law, women
who have money should be earefnl how
they many men who have none.
Cashmero of tho finest twills will be
used for both house and street dresses
lu tho early spring months, and for
oool days in summer, says Harper’a
Bazar. All tho light shades of reseda,
a*hes-of-roses, olive, and brown aro
largely imported, and are to bo em
ployed for the entire dross when it is
made in tailor fashion, lint thore aro
velvets of similar shades to be com
bined with it for moro elaborate cos
tumes, Gilt braiding, not merely in
parallel liuos, but in embroidery designs
of vines for borders, or separate figures,
stars, blocks, or oresoonts, will be tho
trimmings when only oashmore is usod.
When velvet is employed there will be
fine cords and piping folds odging vari
ous parte of the corsage, whilo folds or
bauds of velvet will trim tho skirt.
Those who object to velvet ns heavy for
summer dresses will have the accessories
ol watered silk or of gross faille of tho
same shade. Block eashmore with clone
silk embroidery upon it in Interlinked
rings, loaves, daisies, or othor small flow
ers will form tho over-dross for skirts of
gros grain or moire silks, and for quito
young ladies the gilt or silver wrought
cashmere will be employed. A pretty
modol for these has all tho visible front
port of tho skirt oovored with two vory
deep flounoQB of gathered gros grain
out out on the lower odges to form leaves
that enrve toward one sido. Above this
falls two irregular draperios of enshmero
with interlinked rings embroidered all
over it; the drapery on tho left sido
curves much deeper than that on the
right, and each is earried up to the
waisf on the sides to meet a long breadth
of cashmere that oovers tho entire back
of the Bkirt. Tho baok may hang in very
fall pleats qnito straight from belt to
foot, but for those who need a more
bouffant tonrnnre it is oaught np in a
single bunch of pleats on each side and
in the middle quite near the top, and
thenco falls plainly. Bhirring will bo
used on the front of the basque of suoh
a dress, and mny .be done in the oash
mere itself, or, whioh is a hotter plan,
in two small scarfs set on down the
front, and made of the silk nsod in the
skirt. Other wide the basque is very
plainly fashioned, and may have a slight
postilion pleating, or else be smooth
over the tournnre; it is necessary, how
over, that it be qnite short on the sides
and behind in order to be in good style.
NTH AY HIT* OP HUMOR POUND) IN*
TIIK tlUMOIIOUM COLUMN*.
Tli* .la da* dm Thera—Tha Oaart ai
Hart Ciltea—It Cured lllai-Nat at i
nrnaltlve-The Hrniitllal Hnaw, Kta.
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NOT VERT BINSITIV*.
Some Northern people imagine that
the Bonthern African is aa full of per
sonal pride as one of Fcnimore Cooper’s
Indians. Uncle Mose, of Austin, is not
one of that kind.
“l’so gwintor qnit. I has to look np
nnodder plaoe,” he said to his employer,
John Ingle, a wealthy merchant.
“What's the matter with yon, UnoU
Mose ?"
“Do bizness manager, Mr. White,
lias not kicked me in de las’ two mnmfs.
Not ouoe has he lifted his foot ag’in
me.
“I ordered him not to kick yon again.
I don’t allow anything of that kind in
this establishment. I intend that no
body shall hurt your feelings, Unola
Mose."
Ef I don’t get no kicks I’se gwintor
qnit.”
“Are yon crazy ? Do yon want to be
kiokod and onffed abont ?”
Yes, sab, I does. Ebery time de
bizness manager kioked or onffed my
ears when ho was mad, he got ashamed
of liissolf afterward, and gnb me a quar
ter. I’se done lost enough money al
ready, wid dis heah foolishness abont
burlin’ my feelings."— Texas Siftings.
Under Each Arm.
no uu. *
A citizen of Brooklyn was met at the
door of his oflloe the other morning by
a yonng man who had a bill to collect.
“For shoeing a horse—two dollars for
shoeing a horse 1” exclaimed the gentle
man, as he glanced at the biU. “Why,
I haven’t owned a horse for the last five
years I"
“I don’t know anything about that,"
replied the yonng man, “bnt was given
tho bill to oolleot.”
“Oh, well, I’ll pay it I was jnst go
ing down to the gas office to protant a
bill, for three months that my house was
shut np, bnt 1 see it's no nse. If I have
to pay for shoeing another man’s horse I
might as well pay for some other fam
ily’s gas.”— Wall Street Newt.
Ool. “Fred.” Bnrnaby, killed at Aba
Klea, was in his yonth passionately fond
of gysrinasties, in whioh ho excelled
above all his fellows. There need to be
in one of his clubs a colossal dumb- boll
in a glass ease with the offer of a heavy
wager that no man wonld hold it ont af
arm’s length for the space of sixty
seconds. The wager was never won,
though Bnrnaby made nothing of ac
complishing the feat. Among thejnany
stories of his physical prowess one re
lates to a period shortly after he joined
the Blues. The regimout was down at
Windsor, and a horse dealer who had
come iutOkposseBsion of a couple of very
small ponies had them taken thither by
command to exhibit them to the Qaeen,
Before going to the Castle he showed
them to the offioen of tho Blues, to whom
a happy thought occurred. Burnaby,
who was oaptain then, was in his room
on the first flight. With some trouble
the ponies were got upstairs, and, the
door quietly opening, thoy trotted in un
announced. This was a capital joke,
and had a groat success. But, os pres
ently appeared, it had a gloomy side.
The ponies had gone npstairs quietly
enough, but neither foree nor entreaty
could induce them to go down. The
hour approached at whioh they were to
be presented to the Queen, and the
owner was in despair. Bnrnaby settled
the matter off-hand. Taking a pony np
in either arm he walked down stairs and
set them in the court-yard.
conduct.
“What Khali I do to gain eternal Ilfs?’’
Discharge aright
The simple duos with which each day is rife.
Yea, with thy might.
Bre perfect scheme of actiou thon devise
Will life ho fled;
Whilo ho who ever acts as conscience oriel,
Bliall live, though dead.
BcniLLSB.
The St, James’8 Gazette says the im
pression that Americans are melancholy
ia a widely-spread mistake, founded on
wrong inference rather than wrong ob
servation, the fact being that the Ameri
can traveling public, as seen in the
hotels and other public places, is of a
bearing sober and decorous even to dnl-
uess, "But,” remarks that journal,
“this is not evidence of unhappiness or
moroseness. It is nothing but an out
ward habit legitimately akin to the air of
self-centered reserve which has long
been attached by tradition and repute
to the public appearance of well-to-do
TUN TELEPHONE.
Brown (who has just had telephonic
oonneetion established between his of
fice and houso and is very muob pleased
with it)—I tell you, Bmith, this tele
phone business is a wonderful thing. I
want yon to dino with me this evening,
and I will notify Mrs. Brown to expeot
yon. (Bpeaking through the telephone)
—My friend, Bmith, will dine with ns
this evening. Now listen how distinctly
her reply will oome baok.
Mrs. Brown’s reply (coming book
with startling distinctness)—Ask yonr
friend Bmith if he thinks we keep ■
’totel.
BEAUTIFUL SNOW.
Ob, the snow, tho beautiful snow,
(Shut that door,)
Filling the sky aud the earth below;
(Yes, you can shovel it off for a quarter.)
Over the house-tops, over the streot,
($10 an hour for a sleigh? Good heavens 1)
Over the heads of the people you meet;
(Arrest that boy for snow-balling 1)
Dancing,
Flirting,
Skinning along—
Hit ifco poet with a leather thong.
PUT HIM UP.
An anecdote is told of the early days
and the time when oourt was first held
in this ooonty in a log tavern. Aa ad
joining log stable was used as a jaii, the
stalls answering as oells for the prisoners.
Judge T. was on tho bench, and in the
exercise of his jndioial functions severely
reprimanded two yonng lawyers who
had got into a personal dispute.
A herculean backwoodsman, attired in
a red flannel shirt, stood among the
auditors in the apartment. He was
much pleased at the judge’s leoturo-A
having himself been practicing at
“another bar”—and hallooed out to his
worship (who happened to be cross-
eyed):
“Give it to ’em, old gimlet-eyes 1”
“Who is that?” demanded the judge.
He of the flannel, shirt, proud of being
English people. A stranger from al- thuB no ticod, stepped out from among
most any part of Europe would probably
form the same offhand judgment if he
were set down in the morning room of
almost any English clnb, with tho same
plausibility and the same injustice.
Americans attach, if possible, even
greater weight than we do to the mind
ing of one’s own business,”
the rest, and, drawing himself up to his
fuil height, vociferated:
“It’s this here old boss 1"
The judge called out in a peculiarly
dry, nasal tone: “Sheriff, take that ‘old
boss,’ put him in ‘the stable,’ and see
that he is ‘not stolen’ before morning,”
^-Pittsburg Diwatch.