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THE CHEROKEE ADVANCE.
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EXAMINE 1IOYV YOUR HUMOR H INCLINED, AND WHICH THE RULING PASSION OF YOUR MIND.’
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VOLUME VI.
CANTON. GEORGIA. FRIDAY, MORNING. .MAY 1, 1885.
NUMBER 18.
THUS OUR LIFE SHINES.
The broeies play, the breezes away
The lauRliinR, carries* trees,
Whispering songs of far away
Across the foaming seas.
Where flowers crown the meadows brow p
And summer’s roice no’er dies,
I'-spritth the mellow harvest moon
And the azure southern skies.
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The boughs hung low beneath the snow
Wbilo harsh the north wind howls,
And winter veils tho summer's glow
Beneath bis crystal cowls.
Thus our lifo shines while Pleasure twines
Her garland on its brow:
But when in age its ray declines
'The buds all turn to snow.
Aldk.n Lyi.e.
YEA.*
llow sweet is love, if what ww love be sweet;
How pure is lovo, If what we love be puro;
How fair ih love, if what wo lovo bo meet;
How tender, strong, and patient to endure,
It is a draught to balm a bitter world;
H is a flame to light a darkened wny;
It is a gem within the heart impearled;
It is Divinity's divinest ray.
Let but my love of such complexion be,
Hwoct, pure and fair, and tako the rost who
craves;
Fame, wealth and power are bubbles of the rca
But love tho doep sea is und all its waves.
fn sooth, in sooth, woro I in true faith told
Take all thn rost but love, I would cry, nay;
But proffer lovo and all the rest withhold,
And l would auswer with my whole soul,
“yea."
MONEY.
Ezra Alden was in love with Clara
Hcudder, and sometimes in moments o(
groat exaltation—(or ho was a modest
youth, os every true lover should be—he
had dared to think that she did not
frown upon his passion. But Clara was
the squire’s daughter and an heiress,
~hU° Ezra was but a small farmer, and
Uar from successful in that pursuit
IX it seemed absurd as well asimpos-
h #lo that he should aspire to the hand
of^tho lovely Miss Scuddor, who had
1 kbeen courted in vain even by flue city
gentlemen. So he had sighed and east
; longing looks from his place in the
’ choir (where he sang in a fine tenor
voice on Sundays) into the squire’s pew;
and more than once he thought pretty
Clara blushed brightly, and he knew
well enough that she always smiled
sweetly, and her voice when she spoke
to him had a caressing sound, and alto
gether her manner toward him was not
discouraging.
But Ezra vwoi^ld not be enoouraged.
He felt that it was useless for him to ask
the squire for fiia daughter’s hand un
less he hada good pot of money in his
own hand which to back his pro
posal. So, instead of trying to compass
the desired end by increased industry,
•ho neglected his little farm more than
tiefore, and spent his whole time in
xvishitv; that he could flud a pot of
money somehow, in the manner of old-
fashioned storios—at the foot of a tree
or under the foundation of his house. I
believe he would even have sought it at
the end of the rainbow, like the boy in
the nursery rhyme, if ho had been told
there was a good chance of finding it
there.
Suddenly a rumor spread abroad that
n wonderful gypsy had appeared, who
was telling people fortunes that enme
true in the most remarkable manner,
and all the country-side was in a state
of excitement on the subject. She was
of somewhat exclusive character, this
madam gypsy, and conld only be con
sulted in a certain place, in the shadow
of a wych-elm, in the open air, and dur
ing certain hours—these hours being
between the last rays of the declining
sun and the first shadows of coming
night.
Of course the rumor of the gypsy’s
marvelous fortnne-telling reached Ezra
Alden, and equally, of course, he was
much exercised in mind concerning it.
He found out the place where the for-
lune-teller divined these fair fortunes,
find one evening, after watching the sun
slowly disappear behind the western
hills, he repaired there stealthily, and a
little afraid of meeting Clara Scudder
somewhere in the vicinity, for the wych-
elm was just on the further side of the
squire’s farm. However, he met no one
except a hurried squirrel fast speeding
to its home, and it was even more scared
at being met than Ezra was ; so he has
tened to the wych-elm, and there, sure
enough, was madam gypoy, sitting
curled up against the trunk, and look
ing precisely as if she were waiting for
him.
She was a very old wornau, bint al
most double; her lined and wrinkled
face was the color of a butternut, and
the taugies of her hair hung in elf-like
grfe/.led locks about her brow and over
her cheeks; but her black eyes had a
wonderful brilliancy and such a keen
look that they seemed to see right
through him. She was wrapped in a
tattered old scarlet cloak, and a hood of
the same was drawn well over her head.
She gave a quick noil to Ezra, and mo
tioned him to take a Beat at her feet,
whioh ho did with his heart thumping as
if he were before the Delphia oracle.
And when she spoke he had to bend his
hoad and listen very attentively, for not
only did she mutter her words in a very
toothless fashion, but she spoke in so
low a tone that he had some difficulty in
hearing her. But ho mndo out that she
said :
“I was expecting you, my sou, and I
kuow what you come for;” and then she
held out a baud even more butternut
than her face—a shaking and tremulous
hand; and Ezra mode haste to cross the
palm with silver, that being, as bo
kuow, the time-honored custom. This
happened before wo had beguu the re
turn to a specio basis; and silver was
scarce, but Ezra had iu his pocket a
half-dollar piece, with a hole in It and a
cross drawn on its face, whioh ho had
kept many years for luck. So, as there
oould Lie no more auspicious occasion
than tho present for using it, ho timidly
placed it in the gypsy’s hand, and again
bent his ear attentively to listou to her
unintelligible mumbling.
"I know the desire of your heart, my
pretty gentleman,” said tho gypsy. “It
is a certain maiden not a hundred miles
away, only yon have the faint heart that
seldom wins a fair lady; But if you
oould find a pot of money your spirit
would be bolder. Listen to me and obey
me and you shall have your wish."
Ezra did listen with all his cars, and,
as yon may suppose, they were just thou
pretty long aud wide, and capable of
taking iu a large amount.
“You muat dig up every foot of land
you iKissesa,” proceeded the gypsy;
“you mustn’t grow weary in your search
—you must dig and dig, continuously,
and plant nnd harvest, aud dig again, if
necessary; and, mark my words, before
a very long time, you will find tho potty
money and the maiden will be yours."
Ezra listened with faith, and departed
with joy in his heart. He fulfilled the
fortune-teller’s injunction so well that all
tho country-side took to talking of him
after the gypsy disappeared. He not
only dug, but he plowed and sowed aud
harrowed; he seemed taken with a sud
den mania for farming and work, whioh
lieforo had seemed distasteful anil monot
onous, now, that he had an object in
view, was full of excitement and in.
terest At first he dug and dug, looking
for his pot of money; but os it did not
turn up he continued to dig, full of
faith, and growing every day more in
terested in his efforts.
“What on earth has got into Ezra Al
den ?’’ asked the neighbors, one of an
other. “Why, he has taken to working
like all possessed. He’s hired a man,
too, anil the pair of ’em are at it from
the first dawn of daylight to nightfall.”
1 ‘Whatever has got into him he’s going
to have tho best crops of tho year,” an
swered one. “Lucky fellow. Just
when there’s going to be a rise in flour,
too, aud ho has no end of wheat growing,
aud in splendid condition. ”
“Why, Clara, isn’t that Ezra Alden’a
farm ?” uskeil the squire, as his daugh
ter one day drove him past it in her
pretty pony oarriage.
“Yes, sir," returned Clara, with a
faint pink stealing into her clear pale
cheek.
“Has some one else farmed it, then ?”
asked the squire. “There isn’t another
farm arouudhere fit to compare with it.”
Tho pink iu Clara’s cheek deepened to
a lovely crimson.
“Oh, no, papa,” she said, softly, “it
seems Ezra—Mr. Alden, has just de
veloped a sudden taleut for farming.”
“And a very first-rate talent, I should
say,” said the old gentleman. “A man
who can show such a farm as that can
hold his head as high ns any one.”
Clara’s eyes glowed and sparkled.
Bhe touched her pomes lightly; aud her
happy, thoughts rushed off into the
future at a pace to rival even their fast
trotting.
As the neighbors hail foretold, Ezra
Alden had particularly fine crops that
season; and his success at farming hav
ing also developed his commercial abil
ity, ho sold all that he had to sell to ex
cellent advantage.
“Well,” said Ezra, as he counted his
gains, and tied them securely in his
money-bag, “I haven’t found my pot of
money, but this little pile is not to be
despised, and I shall keep on. By
George ! I wonder if this was what tho
old gypsy meant. ”
Ezra had some time on his hands ndw
for dreaming; and he took to sighing for
Clara onoe more, but in a more hopeful
spirit, *
“I will speak to her father,” ho
thought; “and, if ho gives me encour
agement, I will ask Clara, plump, if she
will marry me.”
Now, some young mon would have
thought it Bafer to win tho daughter’s
oousent first; but Ezra was too honor
able for that.
“If tho squire won’t have mo,” ho
said to himself, “it’s no use to ask
Clara. Sho would never disobey her
father. I shouldn’t core half aa much
for her if she would.”
Bo ho took his money-bag in his hand
and sought tho presence of Squire
Hcudder.
Tho squire sat reading a novel of tho
Pickwick Papers iu his handsome old-
fashioned parlor, and boiug in a very
gonial mood, ho rooeivod Ezra with tho
most enoouraging kindness, and listened
to all that ho had to say with’a be
nignant smile.
“It is not a groat deal,” oouoluded
Ezra, holding up his money-bag, “but
there’s plenty more, where I found thia,
sir."
“And pray, where did you find it,
Mr. Alden?” asked the squire rather
taken aback.
“At the roots of my wheat and bar
ley,” answered Ezra, adding, with a
laugh: “To tell tho truth, air, I con
sulted a fortune-teller, and she told mo
to dig aud dig, aud I would certainly
find a pot of money. I haven’t found
it yet, but I intend to keep on digging,
and I don’t doubt but I shall find it by
and by.”
Squire Hcudder burst into a hearty
laugh, and kindly patted Ezra on the
Ihonlder.
“I don’t doubt but you will, my lad,”
lie said, oheerily. “Honest industry is
the best pot of money any youug man
ever found. As for Clara, you can
talk over that matter with lierpolf—
she’s sitting thore by the window, hid-
don behind the curtains.”
N ow that was dreadfully mean of the
squire, not to have given Ezra a hint of
Clara’s presence before; but he didn’t
moan it. It seems quite impossible for
these old gentlemen to realize how seri
ous such matters aro to boys and girls.
Squire Soudder rose with a nod and a
smile, and went away, leaving Ezra in
dire confusion, staring at the window
curtains; and wishing the floor would
open and swallow him. But it didn’t.
Instead, the window curtains opened
and a lovely young lady stepped out
from them.
“Ho, Mr. Alden,” she said, stepping
forward, “you consulted the gypsy for-
tnne-teller, too?”
“Oh, Miss Scudder—Clara—you have
heard everything," stammered Ezra,
sinking into tho ohair from whioh ho
had risen in lfls first oonsternation.
“What a terrible fool you must think
me I”
“But I don’t—I have groat confidence
in that gypsy’s predictions.”
“Then you consulted hor, too,” asked
Ezra.
“Dozens of times—sho beguiled mo
of all my small silver.”
“Well, she got but a single pieoe
from me, that’s somo oomfort,” said
Ezra, recovering somewhat, and ventur
ing to laugh slightly.
“Was it anything like this?" asked
Miss Soudder, producing one from her
pocket, and holding it toward Ezra on
the palm of a hand like cream.
Ezra looked and started, and gave a
little cry. It was his own lucky silver
piece. He glauced into the laughing,
blushing face; and then for the first
time he looked straight into Clara Scud-
tier's eyes. They woro very, very dark
aud wonderfully brilliant; but this time
they did not seem to look through him
—they sank before his glance, anil
veiled themselves under lovely, long,
black lashes.
“Oh, Clara!” murmured Ezra; “you
were the gypsy ?”
“Of course I was,”
“And you knew I loved you all the
timo ?”
“Of course I did, you foolish boy—
that’s why I had to invent a way of toll
ing you so.”
A Woman or Nerve.
The Monticeilo, N. Y., Watchman
says ; One day recently a lady started
for Monticeilo from;Gillman’s Station.
Sho drove a fiery two-year-old hitched
to a light cutter. When half the dis
tance had been covered the colt got
clown in a big snow-bank, and in its
efforts to regain its feet snapped off both
thills. Here was a dilemma. The lady,
with pluck which many men might well
emulate, took the broken shafts from
the sleigh, tied the traces, one to oaoh
runner, und started back for repairs.
She did not lead the colt. She drove
him, and purt of the way the sleigh was
ahead of tho animn), and the other part
it was on his heels. She oame to
the boarding-houBe with a flourish, ad
justed another pair c f shaft? and drove
to Monticeilo safely.
I.ADY FORTRSQUE’S DEATH I
A l.KTTUR Forisn UTIH'fl KKPT TIIK
IIOI»Y *HO!W A PAlll'KIl’M UKAVR.
A l.mly *1 N»hle Birth ItTlna Alans, Frtrnil-
,lr»» nnd Unknown In Chlrnsn.
Tho fact was developed that alouc,
friendless, and uuknown, Lady Fortes-
quo died in Chicago, under the namo of
Ellen C. Willinms. She was the wife of
Sir William Fortesqne of England, who
thirty years ago was a popular club man
in Loudon, In tho summer of 1848 Sir
William, on aceouut of some peccadillo
of whioh ho had been guilty iu London,
was obliged to seek the seclusion of tho
country for a time. In tho oourseofliis
wanderings he went to Hull, ami fell in
with tho family of Gapt. Murray, a re
tired ofllcor of the royal navy. Tho
Captain's daughter Elleu was then nine
teen years old, nnd, judgiug from a
picture found among her offoots, whioh
was painted about that timo, she must
havo beet! very boantifnl. The baronet,
after a short, lint successful wooing,
gninod her hand. They lived happily
for a time, but soon Sir William’s old
associations proved too strong for him,
nnd the gaming table saw him ofteuer
than his wife, Money, lands, houses,
nnd even hta good numc went one by
one.
Throughout all his dissipation, how-
over, he still preserved his love for his
wife; for, influenced by her earnest so
licitation, he at length consented to
break loose from his old tics and oomo
to America, there to begin a new lifo.
Gathering together tho remnants of
what was ouco a large estate, tho hus
band and wife set sail for New York in
September, 1859. Dissipation had al
ready begun to tell upon Sir William,
anti, shattered in health, the pair trav
eled through the oonntry, hoping to re
store tho lost vitalities of youth. Their
hopes were iu vain, and in 186*2 Sir
William died in admail town in western
ViwfM4 >
TUm left his wife alonb anil without
friends. Her immediate relatives in
England were dead, and she was obliged
to depend entirely upon her own re
sources. To ndil to her misfortunoB a
daughter iind been bom a short time be
fore her husband’s death. For somo
time sbo eked out a scanty existence by
giving music lessons. By close economy
she saved up a few hundred dollars and
went to Chicago, where she had resolved
to become a doctor. In due timo she
was graduated from Bush Medical Col
lege and began the practioe of her pro
fession, hampered by tho mauy difficul
ties which always beset a woman. Iu
18711 her daughter died, and tho poor
woman’s mind was badly affected for
somo time by this, the only tie which
bound her to her former state. She con
tinued to struggle along, sometimos in
great poverty, sometimes iu poor health,
but always trying to keep up hor cour
age.
Lady Fortesque died suddenly of
apoplexy, and nothing was known of
the event until at least twenty-four
hours after it had occurred. The Coro
ner held an iuquest, anil the body was
about to be consigned to a pauper’s
grave, when a letter was found sowed
up in the hem of her dress, which gave
directions for finding a sum of money
to defray her funeral expenses. Papers
were also found relating to her past life,
from which was gleaned her history.
Among her effects wore some silver
plate, with the Fortesque arms engraved
upon it, And several handsome rings,
which the woman was too proud te
The Silver Party.
A CREOLE BOOK SHOP.
Tlic Uuri-r Mori ol Thins* tho VVnvfnrrr
.Vlnv Fln«l In N-w Orlrnn*.
STRAY RITS OF HOMOR
FOUND IN
Great interest is everywhere shown in
the analysis of tho vote in tho United
Stales House on the Silver bill. The
vote in tho House shows that of the 118
members in favor of suspending tho
coinor of the silver dollar 54 were dem
ocrat*, and 64 republicans, while of those
against interfering with tho present law
118 were democrats aud only 32 repub
licans.
The House consists of 325 members,
of which 200 are democrats and 125 re
publicans. According to the analysis
54 democrats voted for, 118 against the
proposition, and 28 did not vote, were
absent or paired; 64 republicans voted
for, 32 against tho proposition, aud 20
did not vote, were absent or paired.
Suddenly my foot struck against
something. It was a book. I picked H
up, glauocd around me and found myself
iu front of an old—yes, very old—
French house, tho open door of wliioli,
giving immediately on the banqncttc<
showed whouoo this ailvcutnrons vol
ume had strayed. Despite tho semi-
obscurit“ *f the room, I saw books,
I winks everywhere. They were heaped
in irregular masses ou tho floor; they
were piled on tables, on tho few totter
ing elmirs, and monutod in double, nay,
sometimes triple, rows ou shelves that
readied tho ceiling. They woro all, liko
the volume I hold in my hand—which
was minus half its cover anil with sev
eral tom leaves old luniks.
There were no signs of human life in
this mysterious abode; no creature
stirred ou the sunlit stroot outside.
With one short atop 1 found myself in
tho room. How strange it all aoeraed 1
If thore wero any windows, tho mouldy
old books had hidden them so long that
all memory of them was lost.
Iu a distant corner was a door open
ing into another room even more
shadowy than tig first. Yet after 1 hail
looked over the curious old hooka
awhile, from the dim twilight of tho
farther room one shadow gatlierod more
distinctness than the rest and ap
proached me through tho open door.
It waa a tall, gaunt woman, whose flow
ing rotio of blnck hung in great foldH
uliout her form. Her eyes, far-seeing
aud inscrutable, piorceil my vory soul;
her hair, dressed in somo weird fashion
about her ears, mado me kuow her at
onoe. It was the Sphinx. I addressed
her in a trembling Bentenoo of English.
No answer; only that unfathomable
gaze. In my fright I forgot the few
words of Egyptian I had learned from
Ebera’ novels; but remembering in time
that the Pyramids had atuiUed French
n«der Napoleon, I essayed k remark in
that language. In full, deep tonta, tbit
seemed to come from several thousand
miles away, she answered me.
“Where iH the Carmelite Convent?’’
“Go down two squares," she said
“and yon will come to la Rne Quartier.”
“Quartier 1” I ejaculated; “where Is
Ihat ?"
“Tho next street is la Rue Bayo, the
next la Rue Quartier,” sho made reply.
“You must be mistaken,” I said;
“the next street is Hospital, the next
Barracks.”
“Jo ne conuais pas ees noras” (I do
not know thoso names), sho answered,
with haughty contempt “Sinoe my time
thoy have changed everything, even tho
names of the streets. La Rue Condo,
I am toll?, is now called la Rue Char
tres. ”
To appease her wrath I asked her the
price of the book I still held. As she
vouchsafed me permission to lay the
sum named in the depth of a hand hid
den until now beneath tho black folds
of her robe, I emerged into the street,
feeling as if I had walkod out of a dream.
— N. O. Iclter.
The Box-Wood Going.
The sudden anil remarkable growth
of the roller-skating pastime has created
a constantly-increasing demand for a
certain size of box-wood for rollers, and
where eighteen months ago a ton of
throe-inch wood brought $110, it is now
impossible to buy a ton for $120. The
price has trebled iu less than a year. At
tho present rate of consumption the
world will bo practically exhausted of Us
box-wood in less than twelve months,
unless some eqnally cheap and durable
substitute is found to tako its plaoe.
Box-wood grows in Persia and Turkey,
is of vory slow growth, anil in its native
country stringent timber laws restrict
the depletion of tho growing trees.
Roller-skate manufacturers have tried
rubber, celluloid, vulcanized fibres and
compressed paper as a substitute for
b' x-wood rollers, but for one reason or
another they have proved unsatisfactory.
Fun for the Young People.
TIIK CUMMIN* OW
RXCIIANOK*.
All Broken I'p-Illinium* In llti* Kiirrms
—A Cniillon* l.over-Very Hu*r-*niiie-
limit Snjrlns Mmiirllilua, Klr„ Kir.
Am. nnoKRN up.
“Well, I got on a freight train and
rode np to Hubbleson’s siding, forty-
three mild that night, to see my girl,"
said a wosteru young man in convor-
action with Burdette. “I allowod to visit
with her folks all that night and
Suuday.tan’ oomo homo on the passen-
gor Monday mornin’. Sho lives six
mili^fnm the station, an’ I tramped out
to tjflrbotiso iu all that blizzard, uni got
thflftooug ’liout ’loveu o’olock Saturday
night. Au’ I’ll bo toetotally cow kicked
by a Imllritsh If there was a livin’ soul to
homo I Old folks, ’t acems, bail gone
away to Lincoln to stay over Sunday,
my girl had wenUdown to Grier’s Island
to stay a week, itJft hired man had taken
the only liorso left ou the place an’ gone
down to a ilanco on Beoscly's branch,
eleven mllil away, an’ thore I was, loft
over Sunday where I didn't know a soul.
Went to Doaoon Mnmblor’s au’ told liim
who my father was, an' ho kept mo.
Denoou’s stone blind aud lias the
asthma so bad ho eau't talk ; his wife's
so ileof sho can’t hoar it thunder, they
have no children an’ don’t koep no help,
an’ don't cook anything Sundays. 1
went to ohnroh threo times that day nnd
went to two funerals ; tho deaoou goes to
bod at eight o’clook aud so J shivorod
on a straw boil under a cotton quilt in a
north room for thirteen hours. Now
think of all tliot wheu a follor’il boon ex
pectin' a turkey dinner, singiu’ ‘Hold
tho Fort,’ by a melodoon all afternoon
an’ huggin' tho prettiest girl in all New-
brasky from sundown till one o’clock in
the mornin’, an’ tell mo of I ain’t got
more right to feel broke up than any
man thia aido o’ the kingdom ? Say ‘no’
au’ £11 alam yon on top o’ the head with
iTN
in hotitik V
(looking at Belle’s
Fat a lovely picture t”
really thiuk it looks
A Want.—A Richmond, Va., re-
iitiious paper says: Wanted—A man.
Handsome or ugly; old or youug; rich
or poor; preacher or layman, sparkling
with jewels or wrapped up in patches
mul rags—only let him be a man who
can do one single act taut fa purely nu-
tcifi-h. Where is tie?
pirn ? Yteader, can you
Ttv yourself for u week and let
km w.
The youug people of Perry, Ga., ac-
jording to the Enquirer of that town,
have u pleasant way of spending thqjr
evenings, and it is as novel anil unique
ns pleasant. It is told that they have
doe-nation parties to which youug ladies
only are invited. The time and place
,, le kept secret from the young gentle
men. The youug ladies assemble at
some private residence, each with her
donation of refreshments, and determine
to enjoy themselves, ostensibly without
I ho presence of the stags. The latter,
in the meantime, having discovered the
i.uxr and place, organize a storming
Who knows | party aud capture the hiding place, tc
till the bill ? j the grtut delight of both parties, who
l hereupon have, uu enjoyable social
. veiling together, as they set out to do.
Dear friend Cla
photogrnph)- T 'l'
Belle—“Do'yfl
liko me!”
Dear friend Clara—“Oh, no, dear; not
a particle.’’— Boston Transcript.
1IOW THK DO0TOII8 OOIIZI) HIM.
Two doctors were disputing by the
bedside of County Clerk Keenan during
his recent illness.
“I tell you the liver is diseased," said
one.
“Nonsense; nothing of tho kind. It
fs the spleen,” said tho other.
“Very well; we shall see who is in tho
right at the post-mortem examination.”
Hearing whioh Keenan became real
mad and got up and dressed hlmselt
He lieguu to improve from that- time
nnd hasn't known a sick day siuoo.
OOULD me BURN AT A ALANOB.
Jones—Some fellows bivvo no more
spunk about them than u baby.
Smith—Why do you think so?
J.—Saw a couple going along tho
rood in a sleigh a short time ago.' Ho
was driving with both hands and she
was sitting fully a foot opart from him.
S.—H’m ! Married couple, I guess, -
Boston Courier.
’TWAH TARDV IN TENSE.
“Horatius,” said the schoolmaster to
a nine-year-old boy witli two imposing
freckles on his nose and two equally im
posing freekles on tho knees of his
pants, “Horatius, please form » sen
tence with the word ‘toward’ iu it, aud
write the sentence on the board.”
Horatius weut to the blackboard, aud
after much scratching of head and fric
tion of brain - ted witli tho crayon, in
letters that looked like a lot of lialf-
foatliercd Shanghai chiokens running
after a piece of dough, the following sen
tence:
“I toward my trousers.”— Lewiston
Journal.
TI1E Ml!IIITS IN TIIK CASE.
“What are the relative merits in the
case?” asked the attorney of a youug
man who had sought his ailvioe in rela
tion to a divorce.
“Relative merits?” reiterated the
young man, who was apparently dazzled
at *he remark.
“Yes,” replied tho attorney.
“Well, the relative merits in the case
is au exasperated son-in-law, mul the de
merits is a meddling mother-in-law.—
Eretzd's Weekly.
* OOOri AND BAD CITIES.
Bad city for the wicked—Oinn.
Good city for the empty—Phil.
Good city for tho Indian—Lo-'-vell.
Bad city for a man with false teeth—
Gnashville.
Good city for a laundry—Washington.
Good city for the wealthy—Ray
mond,
Good town for : a sea captain—Salem.
Bad city for a lhnsiclftn—Sing Sing.
Good city for impudent dudes—.
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