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THE CHEROKEE ADVANCE.
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EXAMINE HOW YOUR HUMOR 13 INCLINED, AND WHICH THE RULING PASSION OF YOUR MIND.’
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VOLUME VI.
CANTON. GEORGIA. FRIDAY, MORNING. MAY issii.
NUMBER 21.
HUSBAND AND WIFE.
‘‘It’s the strangest thing that ever I knew,
And the most provoking 'twist mo and you
And a woman who’s got a man like me,
A good provldor, and steady and free
With all her folks, with funds ealtcd down.
And as line a house us any in town,
To bo lamenting 'cause one child in ten
Ain’t qulto as good as he might have been.
“It’s a pretty good showing, it seems to mo
That only a tenth of the lot should bo
A little off oolor, and that's what I say
To their mother twenty times a day.
Hut I can't make her tee it iu that light
Ann she listens and waits night after night
For the sound of his step, till I grow »o wild
That I almost curse both mother and child.
“She ought to livo for the others, you know,
And let the tormenting vagabond go,
And follow liiH ways nnd take, the pain;
Ttut I turn him out nnd she rails him again.
This makes a hardness between her and mo,
And tho worst of it is, tho children ngrec
That I’m iu the right. You’d pity her then;
Such times 1 think I’m tho monnest of men.
"I’ve argued and scoided and coaxed without
end;
Her answer is always: ‘My I toy has one friend
As long as I live, anil your charge is untrue
That my heart holds no equal love for you
And all the rest. Iiut the ono gone astray
Needs me tho most and you’ll find 'tie the way
Of all mothers to hold close to the one
Who hurt* her tho most. Bo love’s work is
dono.’
"Now, what can I say to such words as those V
I'm not convinced, as the history shows,
Hut 1 often wonder which one is right,
As I hoar her light step night after night,
lleic and there to the window and door,
As site wuits with u heart that is heavy and
sore.
I wish tho boy dead, while she gives her lifo
To savo him from sin. There’s husband and
wlfo."
Tom Slug.
A STORY FOR YOUMO l'OI.KS.
"This will never do, Tom,” said Mr.
Benjamin Slug, as bo read bis sou’s
school-report for another term. "You
must really rouse up, or you’ll never
make a man of yourself."
Mr. Blug bad got ou in the world by
acting on the motto, "Labor conquer*
o very thing," mil thua from an
lie had risen to the head of the firm.
Justly proud of his own success, and
knowing ita secret, he was very anxious
his sou should follow in his steps. To
this end he had put him to the best
schools, and given him every ehauoe of a
good education. But the burden of
every report was the same : "The lad
has good natural abilities, and would
make a splendid scholar had he applica
tion”—a polite way of saying that Tom
waa lazy.
There was a pioture in his bedroom of
a field in a wilderness state of briers and
thorns. Part of it had been originally
inclosed as a vineyard, bat it was now
covered with nettles, and the vines were
overrun with foxes, finding ready en
trance by the ruined wall. In one oor-
ner of the vineyard was a lodge, tho
lattioed window showing the drowsy
keeper within murmuring now and
again; as he turned from side.to side ■
"Yet a little sleep and a little slumber,
then will I arise and till my field and
trim my vines.” In tho dim distance,
the grim, gaunt, hungry-looking figure
of Poverty waa seen stealthily approach
ing. Tom often looked at this pioture,
but hitherto had not fully learned its
lesson.
He was a thoughtful boy in his way,
and sometimes philosophized a bit about
his lazy tendencies. Indeed, he was a
philosopher in petticoats, for he would
sometimes argue to himself in this way ;
"My name is Slug. Why, it’s the
name of that slimy, gliding thing on
the garden walks! Wonder if the
family got its name—as Edward Long-
shanks got his, from his long legs—
from the slowness of Borne member re
minding people of a sing ? If so, how
can I help l>eing sluggish ?—it’s in the
blood.”
Ho had yet to learn that people are
born into the world like oolts, and need
breaking-in to be of fnll nee.
The boy was quick with his eyes,
however, if slow with his hands and
feet. He bad picked up a great deal, in
this way about beasts and birds and
flies and creeping things. On this
memorable afternoon he was fresh from
a book about the termites or "white
ants,” found in Africa, which build
nests twelve feet high, some on the
ground, shaped like pointed haycooks or
huge mushrooms, and some in trees,
shaped like sugar-casks, with a covered
way to them, winding round tho trunk,
from the ground.
There was a seriousness in his father’i
tone as he begged Tom to frfec hinasei
from the growing slavery of indolence
by one grand effort, which made bin
feel very miserable and disgusted witl
himself. In this mood he wandorec
into the orchard and threw bimseF
down under a tree. It was a beautifu
summer evening. The slanting snnligb
barred the grass with long shafts oi.
greetf* and geld. Hard by, a little
stream made music as it ran. The air I
was thronged with insoots, danoing j
away their little day in the sunset hour. I
Tom could not help fcoll'ng the beauty
of the soene. And some sense of sweet
ness would mingle with tho bitterness
that found vent in his tears. Wheu
these had ceased, his eye chanoed to
fall on a nest of ants, the inmates of
which were very busy around him, some
repairing the nest, others guarding it
and others oarrving stores into it.
As he watehed them, the ucst began
to grow sensibly bigger, until it seemed
as if he could walk up aud down in it
Tom thonght this was a splondid chance
of exploring an ant-hill, and tanking up
to the nest, was about to enter, when
two of the guards rushed out, clashing
their jaws so fleroely that ho felt quite
frighteuod. He was still more startled,
however, when one of them asked him
what ho wanted. On recovering him
self, he made bold to nsk if ho might be
allowed to see over the nest Tho
guards conversed for a moment, ard
then one of them went inside and pres
ently returned with a kindly, motherly-
looking ant, who said; "The queen has
boon pleased to grant you your request
nnd appointed / mo your guide. Pleaso
step this way.”
The entrance opened into a kind of
ball, which again narrowed Into a lobby,
having a pillar at the entrance, midway
between the walls. Seeing Tem look
wonderingly at this pillar, the guide told
him it was to make the nost easier of
defence when attacked.
"You see,” she said, "a oonple of antB
oonld keep a whole army at bay here.”
Tom thought it a most skillful device.
Passing through this lobby, they came
to another hall, muoh larger than tho
first, with pillars here and there, to sup
port the roof.
"This is the grand assembly-room,”
said the guide.
Then she led him into anothor lobby,
having a row of cells on each side.
They mounted a staircase, and passod
through a gallery, whioh also hod rows
of cellB ou eactVbiue. There’was some
thing, or somebody, in every cell.
Now and again, they met a long
string of ants bearing burdons. The
leader of one of these—a big-jawed ant
siezed Tom with his nippers as they
wero passing, and would have mode
them meet in his flesh, had not the guido
signaled that ho was a friend.
Tom might have grown weary with
his long tramp, bat for some entertain
ing accounts of other ant nests by tho
guido. She described one hollowed out
of the branches and twigs of n thorn tree
for the sake of honey hidden there; an
other purse-shaped, made by gluing
leaves together while on the tree; and
another, stranger still, made with dried
cakes of refuse, arranged like tiles on tho
branches of a tree, one largo cake form
ing the roof
As they came to one cell a joyous com
pany passed out, having among them a
large ant of very Btately bearing.
"The queen 1 the queen 1” cried the
guide. "Isn’t she a right noble lady ?”
Tom took note how very devoted and
attentive tho ants wore to their qnoen.
Her body-guard lifted her gently over
all rough places; and when the royal
party met a troop of working ants, the
latter divided and saluted the former as
it passed along.
Turning into the cell the queen had
just left they saw tho floor covered with
the smallest eggs Tom had ever seen,
They were scarcely biggor than a pin
point. "But come this way,” said the
guido, "and I’ll show yon the nursery."
This was ono of the cosiest cells in the
wholo neet. Here, ranged against the
walls like classes in a Bchool, were rows
upon rows of small, white, legless grubs.
They looked like tiny sugar loaves, and
were made up of eleven or twelve rings.
Every little creature had its nurse, who
was either feeding it or washing it, or
just taking it out for an airing, or bring
ing it in.
"What in the world sure these funny
little things ?” asked Tom.
"Why, they have oome out of eggs
like’those yon sawdust now; and if spared
will be full-grown auts some day. Now
you must see the spinning room.” So
saying, the guido led across a passage
into another cell.
Here a nnmber of fine fat grabs were
spinning gauze dresses for themselves,
whioh were to shroud their bodies from
top to too. A few were spinning an ad
ditional coat of silk to pat over the
^auze drees.
"These are their nightgowns,” said
tho guide. “And the moment they are
covered from head to foot they will go to
sleep for a month or six weeks without
waking. ”
'Tom thought that would be nice.
The spinning room led to the dormi
tory. Here Tom saw what at first looked
like piles of broken twigs and tiny balls
of silk; bat when he examined the bite
face and limbs of an insect through the
gauze covering. They looked, for all
the world, like the pictured mummies ho
had seen in books. The guards iu the
room looked rathar savagely at Tom
when he entered, but a glanoe from the
guide made all right.
On reminding the guide that the
queen they saw a little while ago had no
wings, she said: "Yon are quite right,
Master Sharp-eyes. But she onoe had
wings, and I’ll tell you how she lost
them. The wings of the king and
queen are for the wedding-trip only.
The king dies, or is killed off on his re
turn, while tho queen strips off her
wings and sets seriously to her life-work
of laying eggs; and that is how she loses
her wings. Bee ! there they go for the
wedding-trip I”
Tom turned, and aaw two rather ele
gant-looking ants, with wings half
raised, making toward the door of the
nest. He and the guide followed jnst
in time to wish them muoh happiness, as
they flew away through the sunlight
air,
Tom, seeing himself at the main door
again, and thinking he had trespasses
quite long enough on the kindness of
his ant-friend, turned to thank her, and
to send also a message of thanks to the
Queen, when she exclaimed:
"Oh, 1 have a good deal more to
show you. You have not seen our cows
yet.”
“Cows, cows? Ants have oows!"
tried Tom, in astonishment.
"Yes, ants have oows; and if you will
step this way yon shall see them.”
Tom obeyed, and they retraoed their
steps through one of the long oorridors.
As they went along they met an ant
carrying a heavy burden.
"What I busy yet ?” said the guide,
aud they touched hands as they passed.
"That is one of tho best workers in the
whole hive; she works fifteen hours a
.lay many a time. ” Presently they came
upon a little insect with a tuft of hair
an its book, which an ant snoked, and
’then went away licking lie lipA "Tl
is a walking honey-pot,” said the guide,
"We keep several in the nest, and when
we want a taste we snok them, as yon
saw that ant do just now.”
Tom opened his eyes at this. But he
opened them wider when he learned
that there were ants who were living
honey-jars, who stored up honey and
gave it oat as required to the other
members of the community.
Just then a very small ant leaped ou
the back of the gnide and put its ioug
spider-legs round her neck.
"Stennie, Btennie, my little pet, don’t
quite choke me with your hugs. You
see we have pets, as well os cows and
living honey-pots,” turning to Tom.
They bad now reached the oow-shod,
connected with the main nest by a cov
ered way. It was built round and over
the loaves of a daisy plant which formed
the stalls for the cowb.
Tom was looking for a large, four-
legged creature, and when the guide
pointed out quite a herd of small, green
insects, he thought Bhe was surely pok
ing fun at him. But these were the
ant-cows. For by and by the milk
maids oame in, went up to the oows and
stroked them very gently until drops of
honey fell from them, whioh they
drank. As Tom Btood watching them,
he remembered to have seen green in
sects like these on the rose-trees and
gooseberry bushes in his father's gar
den, and the thonght struok him that
what people call honey-dew was the
honey dropped by these little creatures.
The guide told him, as they walked
away, that there were some ants that
grew their own rice and even mush
rooms.
“Dear me," thonght Tom, "ants are
as clever as men. ”
Coming to a door that led into the
grand hall and looking in, the gnide ex
claimed : "Why, the sports are on and I
did not know. ”
It was a merry scene. At one end
was tho queen, with all her oourtiers
round her, watching the games, Here
a long double row of ants wero playing
at thread needle. There a company
was dancing; close by wero several pairs
wrestling and boxing; while many of the
youngsters were playing at hide-and-
seek all round the hail. Suddenly,
when the merriment was at its hight, a
cry was heard : "To the pillar, to the
pillar! The foe, the foe! Seal the
inner doors !”
The scene was changed in an instant.
The queen hod her bodyguard doubled,,
and was taken off to the royal cell, and
sealed up. The keepers of the eggs,
the grubs, and the mnmmies hurried
away to their respective cells, and filled
np the doorways with olay. The cow-
. keepers did tne same with the entrance
to the covered way. All was excitement.
When the-'defeDses were completed, ail
waited the onrush of the enemy. But it
One ot tho ont-
posts had indeed seen a legion of soldier
ants in the distauce, tendiug toward tho
nest. They wero simply ronmling a
hill, however, and thou made for a nest
of negro ants, intent on making slaves.
This was the explanation of a scout,
who had been seut out to see how the
thing would turn.
Tom was utterly dumfouudod when he
heard of ant slaves.
“Do ants really make and hold
slaves?” he askod, iu utter astonish
ment, of his guide.
"Yes, some; not all. We have no
slaves, but do all our work oursolvos.
There is one tribe of ants, tho ‘Amn
sons,’ great slaveholders; but they do
nothing lint fight and lounge. Thoy are
very bravo in war, however, ana nover
take or kill tbs up-grown ants of a nost,
except these try to hinder them from
carrying off their young, which they
want to bring up and make into slaves.
But they have to pay doarly for their
laziness. ” Tom winced.
"They are called the * Workers;’ but
they aro just the opposite when not
fighting. They neither feed nor clean
themselves uor their young ones. All
this is done for them by slaves, who
actually have to carry them on their
backs when they go to a new settle
ment. In fact they have lost the power
of doing anything for themselves through
having everything dono for thorn and
not using tho power they had. Their
jaws have lost their teeth, and aro now
simply nippers with which they kill
their foes. And all this results from in
dolence.”
Tom winced again. Was she pointing
at him ?
“But,” she went on, "I know another
tribe, the Roondjaws, who have become
more helpless still in tho same way.
They are even losing their nipping
and if it were not for their
i, who carry them to the field and
fight by their side, they wonld
win a battle. There is one other
which sloth has plunged into yet
r depths of degradation, the Worn*
They are thf rnefo Imppift ibu
tors of their slaves, who have beoome
the real masters. Laziness is a terrible
onrse ; it con blight the finest powors.”
The speaker’s thousand eyes flashed
firo os she spoke these words, and made
Tom tremble.
He shuddered at the pioture of tho
ants on whom the enrso of idleness had
fallen. It made him think of tho pic
ture In his bedroom. Did he really see
what his future might be—and would
be, did he not change—in these pio-
tures? And ho groaned aloud, in an
guish of heart, at tho thought.
"Tom, Tom, rouse up, my boy I You
will get your death of oold sleeping like
that in the grass. Oome in and get
some warm supper. ”
This was Tom’s father, who hod been
seeking him, high and low, for somo
time, and had found him at last, fast
asleep in the orchard.
Tom’s adventure in an ant-hill was a
dream; yet not all a dream, passing
away with his waking thoughts, like the
morning oloud. The last words of his
gnido rang through his mind for many
a day: "Laziness is a terrible enrso nnd
can blight the finest powers,” It was
the turning-point in hiB lifo, which suf
fered as great a change as that which
turned the white, legless grub, in his
dream, into a light airy inseot. It was
a new birth. A few months later he
went to business, and soon won a char
acter for patient industry which he kept
throughout his life.
An Actor’s Good Angel.
Herr Sonnenthal, the celebrated
German actor, who is now playing an
engagement in New York city, tells a
reporter the following tale: “For twelve
years past I havo been followed almost
daily by a woman. I have never spoken
one syllable to her, nor she to me.
Never has the slightest eommunioation
of any kind passed between us. For
twelve years I have seen her almost
nightly at the theatre; I have caught
occasional glimpses of her at a window
or on the balcony of some house in some
street in whioh I might be living; I have
met her in obscure villages when on
some tour or rest. Whenever I fail to
see her, some piece of ill luck always
seems to befall me. At first her continual
re-appearances somewhat worried me. I
tried to communicate with her, but al
ways failed. Finally I grew to regard
her as my lueky star. I have built up
an ideal in my mind concerning her.
Not for the world would I speak to her,
lest that ideal should be destroyed.
Judge of my astonishment when I saw
my Glucksengel ou board tho ship when
we were a few days out. When I open
at the Thalia, I know I shall see her
there. If on the night I am to play
Hamlet my eyes fall on her, I know I
shall carry all before me.” The good
angel was present when he opened, and
he did carry all before him.
SUBDUING AN ELEPHANT.
AJAX, AN KI.KPIIANT IN IMIII.ADI-:!..
IMIIA, IIKMMIIH ViriUtJM.
THE HUMOROUS PAPERS.
WHAT WK FIND IN TIIK.M
WKKK TO Nitlll.K OVKK.
Nwlnglna him In the Air I* Brins him In
Itrnnnn.
The work of, conquering the prond
spirit of Ajax began at nine o’clock on
Tuesday morning and ended shortly
before noon Saturday, Beating has no
efloct upon a mad elephaut. It only
renders him more stubborn and wioked.
The breaker’s only hope is to oonvinco
snob an animal that ho is powerless
against man. That accomplished, tho
lieast becomes as docile bh elephants
over are. On Tuesday morning four
hawsers wore passed through immense
pulleys attached to boamB under the
roof. Then a set of harness, shaped
something like a monster shawl strap,
was fastened about Ajax’s defiant body.
The leather straps, which wero three-ply
tliiok, covered small chains. All tho
lentlier plates were copper rivotod aud a
fool wide. Ajax looked as though lie
were in armor after being enoased.
Three hoars wore spent iu getting tho
harness on him, and dnriug the job he
slightly injured two of tho keepers.
Through iron rings, supported by
great chains, were passed the hawsers.
Then a dozen men grasped two of tho
lines of rope that passed through the
pulleys, and before Ajax knew it his
hind feet were six feet above the ground
and he stood on his front ones in the
most approved performing elephant
style. For a moment he was paralyzed
with astonishment, but surprise gave
place to fury when he appreciated the
ridiculous posture he was in. He
surged and trumpeted and flapped his
ears, but all to no purpose.
When his struggles sulmidod some of
the men ran off with tho front ropes aud
in a jiffy Ajax’s body was suspended in
air. He made frantic efforts to tear
the belting off with his trunk, bnt tho
ohoins between his fore legs aud around
his shoulders prevented it. There the
monster, brute hung, ashelpless as an
Infant. Ite was tree to sick auq pfungJ
and bntt the air aa muoh as he pleased.
From time to time he was lowered, so
that he could rest his legs, but none of
tho men were allowed to approach or
worry him. Iu the oveniug he was low
ered and fed, and allowed to spend tho
night on the ground, thinking over the
indignities that bad been put upon him.
*ylfter his breakfast on the following
morning he was trussed up as before.
He resisted, but his efforts were un
availing. He was a stout-spirited brute,
however, and tho seoond day’s punish
ment only seemed to increase hiB rage.
When ho came down to snpper ho was
the maddest elephant that over trum
peted in winter quarters. At the sight
of the harness on Wednesday he became
greatly excited. He was "ooming to his
senses.” This, however, did not pre
vent him from being hoisted np again.
He surged abont less in his comfortable
swing on Thursday, but otherwise he
was as stubborn and dangerous as ever.
An anchor was sunk five feet in the
ground and covered with earth in an
other part of the quarters. Only a
ring was exposed. Ajax’s forelegs were
hitched to the ring on Friday merning.
Ropes were attached to his hind legs,
which wore then drawn out, leaving him
"spread-eagled” on his stomach on
straw.
The elephant was let up and thrown
down several times dnring the day.
After three or four hours’ experience of
this kind Ajax became meeker, and he
was quite dejected when, in tho even
ing, he was unchained and ordered to
stand np. He was hobbled and thrown
down on Saturday morning, and when
he touched the ground he cried out, and
tears trickled down his trank. He was
conquered. The chains were removed
at once, and he got up quietly. At the
word of command he walked into the
room he had broken out of on Monday
night, and was as meek as a sheep.
IN TUB LEGISLATURE.
"Mr. Speaker, I arise to place in
nomination a man, sir, what we ad
know, sir, to be a man what ain’t got no
peer nowhar. We all know that he is
more than qualified, sir, for tho posi
tion, for I served with him durin’ the
wah, sir; he will not only represent tho
great partee, but, sir, the entire State.
Durin’ the dark and bloody days when
the pale face of hunger pnt its bloody
hand on the heart ot the nation he was
found to be as time as steel, an grabbed
the gory wolf by the lappels of bia
shirt and shook him until he loudly
begged for meroy.”—ArKan taw Trav
eller.
I object strongly to myself as a bun
dle of unpleasant sensations with a pal
pitating heart and awkward manners.
Impossible to imagine the large charity
I have for people who detest me. Bnt
don’t ygn be one of them.
Nal In hl« ODIrr-A Nlreet llnmnnre—Innn-
nnl tlhlliihnoil-Fnn In llnalnn. Kte.
TUB SEASONS.
1. The winter's almost past, the time
is coming fast that brings the genial
snnshinu bright and clear, clear, clear,
and paragraphers gay will shortly put
away the sealskin joke nntil another
year, year, yoar.
2. The ooal man and tho plnmber, all
through tho coming snmmer, will be
allowed to take a well-earned rest, rest,
rest, aud, Bpringing from its tomb, the
ice cream joke will boom in new and
handsome garments gayly dressed,
drosaod, dressed.
8. The pionio sandwich, too, exist
ence will renew, and jokors on its make
up will descant, cant, cant, declaring it
is mode of neithor ham nor bread, but
from tho hardest kind of adamant, mant,
mant.
4. Thou, both in prose and verse, the
jokors will rehearse tho talo uncut tho
lovers who till late, late, lato, sit ou the
stoop and spoon, or 'ueath the silver
moon togother swing upon the garden
gate, gate, gate.
6. But this is merely done for pur
poses of fun, intendod as a little harm
less olinff, chuff, chaff—uo malice in the
play—to drive dull care away, aud make
the molanoboly person laugh, laugh,
laugh.—Boston Courier.
A MOTHER’S POEM ON RADY.
A young mother sends us a poem
upou "Baby.” It is certainly a gem.
The ouly fault we have to find with it is
that of sacrificing melody to hard sense.
The third stauza is a striking instance
of this:
Doisry doodle-um dlnkle-um duin,
Turn to its inozzurjr uiuzzory mum;
Tizrory, lzzary, boozery boo,
No baby so swoet and so pitty is ’oo.
— Upton Ntitt.
| A Dctntit gJuiema* weak t^hia Irmi
| door one fine afternoon to fofiafe the
balmy air ot spring. To him a casual
passer-by remarkod : “I'll bet you two
dollars, Mister, that you'll move before
night.” "You are an impndeut follow,”
replied the gentleman, "but I’ll take
your )>et. Why do you think I am go
ing to move ?” "Because, Mister, your
house is afire.”
INNOCENT CHILDHOOD.
Fond mother—What a dear, swoet
little follow Bobby is t Ho asked me
last night if he were to die and go to
heaven if I thought God would let him
play with the stars.
Father (turning his boot upside down
and shaking it violently)—Now, who put
that tooth brush And powder in there ?
Fond mother (r^iiguedly)—Oh, I sup
pose it was Bobby.—N. V. Timet.
TRAVELING "INOOO.”
A retired humorist one day ventured
into a cotton mill and while in an un
guarded moment ho was perpetrating
somo of his old and shopworn jokes
upon an innocent operative, he was
drawn into some of the ponderous gear
ing aud dreadfully crashed. They
combed him out of the machinery
after a spoil aud spread the effects on
tho floor. "Who is it?” "Who is it?”
was the anxious iuqniry as the crowd
gathered around. Nobody knew. Then
the humorist slowly opened his eyes
and moved his lips. A sympathizing
bystander bent down his ear. "There
is good reason why nobody recognizes
me,” the humorist whispered painfully.
"Why is it?” the sympathizing by
stander asked. "Because,” the humor
ist explained, as he saw a chance to
steal home, "because I have been travel
ing incog.” And then a smile like a
summer cloud played for an iustAnt over
his features and was gone. He never
spoke again.—Boston Journal.
FURTHER COMMENT UNNECESSARY.
A Washington hotel keener was boast
ing of the amount of money he had made
during inauguration week.
"What do you think of that ?” he said,
turning to a stranger.
The stranger lifted his shoulders, but
made no reply.
"Don’t you think that’s doing pretty
well ?” persisted the hotel man.
"My wife’s a runnin’ a boardin’ house
in New Orleans,” said the stranger sen-
tent iously, and then the Washington
man was silent.
LITTLE EDITH UPPERTON.
“Good-by, I shan’t see yon again for
six weeks.” Littlo Nellie Lowertou :
“Why, are you going away?” "Yes.
We is aii goiDg away to Aunt Harriet’s
in the country. We’s going to ukate,
and sleighridc, aud have quilting bees,
and country danoes, and tea parties,
and oh, lets of fun." "But why can’t
yon all stay in the city and have a nice
time just tho same ?” "Why, don’t you
know ? It’s Lent, and it’s wioked to
have fun where people oan see you,”—
Philadelphia Call.