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VANQUISHED.
With red on the cheeks and fire In the ey«e
We come to thy conflicts, O lifel
We know we are strong, and we think we
are wise,
.As we plunge in the strife;
We have youth, we have strength.
We have hope, and at length
We have love, O life!
With the strength pf our youth and the fire
of our hearts
We take up thy challenge, O life!
But we know not our foe has his traitors
within
As we wrestle in strife;
And unnoticed, unknown,
At blood, sinew and bone,
They are feasting, O life!
Till the red of our cheeks and the fire of our
eyes
Have faded, are quenched, O life!
No more are we strong—’tis but left to be wise
And retreat from the strife—
As we yield to the truth
Of our vanishing youth
We prove it, O life!
.Margaret U. Lawless, in Frank Leslie's.
HUFF AND TIFF. -
Who were they? They were Mr. and
Mrs. Thwaite, and they had been so for a
few weeks only. They became Huff and
Tiff when they married.
Although they were well-to-do citizens
of great New Lancaster they had not
been married grandly in church, be
cause they were so young; and if the
truth must come out, it had been a run
away match. No one could understand
why they had run away, as the opposi
tion to their marriage had been more of
a postponing character than anything
else; but Mr. Thwaite had suggested that
the former Miss Featherly had too little
money for his son’s intended wife.
There had been a stormy scene, in which
the two vessels, old and young gentle
man, had come into collision, amid claps
of thunder. Is it necessary to say more?
No; surely all persons of 20 will see
why young Thwaite married precipitate
ly and flew with his charming wife into
lodgings.
“Huff, dear, I'm all ready,” said his
wife, entering the room.
She was dressed for walking, it being
near dinner time, and she wore her bend- ;
ing spring hat ana clinging buff gown.
Her teeth glinted, her eyes darkened as
she looked down at her husband, who
had been reading a novel of Victor
H ugo.
Thwaite looked up, stretched, sprang
“to his feet, and bustled about getting
his hat, gloves and cane. Then ho
clapped his hands scientifically.
“You have your purse ?”
“Yes,” says he. “You have your
Jiarasol?”
“Yes,” says she.
„ They went and had their dinner.
Thwaite had been silent all the way
home from the hotel restaurant. When
they got back to their pretty parlor he
sank into a chair and stared before him
.fixedly.
“What’s the matter 5” asked Tiff,
catching sight of something unaccus
tomed about him.
“Oh, nothing, Tiff. Don’t trouble |
yourself about it. Only ” His lips
remained open, but no words followed.
“Dearest, have you fallen ill
“No-partly, though. I’ve fallen
into ill luck. I thought I had some
money in an inner compartment of my
purse and—it is not there!”
“You’ve spent it?”
“Certainly not! That is, I suppose I
must have.”
“And what have you in the outside
compartments of your purse?” asked
Tiff, lazily fanning herself and putting
her two dainty feet on the hassock.
The only answer Thwaite seemed
likely to make was to begin feeling of all
his pockets.
“Hey! - ’ said Tiff.
“Why, none there now,” answered
Thwaite, shortly, as, of course, he
hadn’t.
“Good gracious:” said Tiff, snapping
her bracelet, “how unusual, isn’t it?”
“Why, yes, that's what troublesme; I
never was out of cash in all my life b>
fore this.” • •
“Aren’t there such things as checks?”
asked Mrs. Thwaite, turning her eye 3
upon him lovingly.
Thwaite laughed.
“I should think so. But then I haven’t
any about me.”
“There are so many banks. Where
do you cash your checks?”
“When I have them,” said Thwaite,
going to the mantelpiece to light a
cigar,” I cash them at the first bank I
come to.”
“Perhaps if you go to the bank they’ll
give you a check to cash,” she said.
“No, hardly.”
“Aren’t there such things as accounts
at banks?”
“Heavens, Tiff, why not?”
“Well, then, go to the bank jvhere
you have one.”
Her husband took his cigar from his
lips, growing pale.
“What the deuce am I to do? I have
no balance.” And Tiff made no reply.
Tiff was as fresh as a rose the next
day. She popped her head out of the
window and sniffed the air.
“ How perfectly sweet it is this morn
ing !” said she. “I mean to wear my gaay
linen.”
“Where are you going?” asked Huff.
She turned slowly and gazed at him.
“Oh, yes, Ido remember now. No break
fast.”
“It is too cruel, my love,” says he,
leaning against anything he could find
in despair. “But 1 shall go to a place
or two of business I know of, and get
something profitable to do at once. Upon
my word I will soon be back, fully
equipped for a hearty luneb. As you say,
nothing serious can befall two happy
young beings like you and me.”
On he went into the sunshine and Tiff
sat dowm demurelv curious to find out
what would happen next.
She had to wait till evening for that
“next thing,” unless a series of strange
phases of feeling could be counted as in
teresting. It was then that Huff ThWhite
bur-t into the room, his face gleaming
wbitely in the dim light.
Said Huff on his return: “I have been
up and down the city all day, finally se
curing a capital connection with father’s
rival insurance company; but, by the
beard of Moses, I h(tre bad nothing but
a glass of wine and a biscuit-since last
evening. As soon as I was fairly launched
in business this afternoon I realized that,
of course, I could not expect to receive
any cash the first day, and I became al
most wild with anxiety. Yet it was im
perative to smile. Do you not know
that it is imperative in business to
smile?”
“I don’t care if it is!” retorted Till,
with some show of life. “And you
should care more that I am very, very ill.
I have read Hugo until I am as hungry as
a giantess.”
“But, Tiff, I hs,ve one profound hope
in this terrible dilemma,in which it now
seems as if we should literally starve, un
less my hope should pro.ve well grounded.
Have you not any money ?”
Mrs. Thwaite threw her head back
daintily, shrugged her shoulders in
mockery, her pale lips smiling, her lus
trous eyes glancing scornfully over her
husband’s head.
“Do not keep me waiting for your an
swer,” he cried, kneeling before her.
“Why, certainly, I have mopey,” an
swered she. “How could I have pin
money else? Huff, you are beyond your
depth, I think.”
“Bravo! we are saved!” exclaimed
Thwaite, springing up and waltzing a
few steps with his cane. Then stopping
he asked: “How came you not to men- |
tion it at once last evenening? Give me
your purse without delay, dearest Tiff,
and let us start at once for our pretty
little table at the restaurant.”
Tiff walked over to the encouraging
figure in the middle of the room, her
hands behind her sloping waist.
“Huff Thwaite, I never could have be
lieved it.”
! “What?”
“That you could not take care of me.”
She began to cry, and spent all the tears
she had longed to shed during the day,
, but would not shed them because Huff
j was taking care of her.
I “Here!” she said, dramatically. He
looked up and saw a pretty purse before
his nose, and he took it.
In a couple of hours more Tiff’s head
ache had gone off like mist, and they
both looked even gayer than before the
terrible ordeal of that day had set in.
At 9 o’clock there came a knock at the
door. The servant stepped over to Mrs.
Thwaite and said something in a low
voice. Mrs.Thwaite repbed in the same
manner. Who could have suppose ! that
there would be a serious sequel to such
a slight occurrence! When the servant
had withdrawn, says Tiff: “Please, Huff,
hand me $5.”
“Certainly, Tiff. But on second
thought-, remember how careful we must
be for a month.”
“I wish you would reflect that the
laundress must be paid.”
“Oh, we can’t speud money in so
lavish a way as that at present. She
must wait.”
“Well, says the blooming wife, un- I
concerned one way or the other, “I’ll go
and send her off.”
She left the room and did not return
for five minutes. Then, after sitting
down again and reading a few passages
of Mrs. Browning, she looked up with
a smile as it at some joke, which was
inexplicable under the circumstances. “I I
had to give her the clothes,” she said.
“Did you? I thought you aDvavs
did.”
“I mean, of course, the laundered ones !
she had brought.”
“Weren’t they just right?”
“Huff, you are getting obtuse. She
took them in payment.”
“Mercy!”
“I can make my things last just about
a month, that way.”
“But how am I to manage with only j
twenty-four shirts, and at least Jteven
thrown to the dogs a week?”
“That does seem a problem.” mused
Tiff, laying down Mrs. Browning’s
poem’s temporarily on her knee.
“Couldn’t you buy a flannel shut and
wear it ever so long?” •
“Couldn’t you get a bathing dress?”
demanded Huff, with withering sarcasm.
“Oh!” gasprd Tiff, “how fearful you
always are!”
Suppose the quarrel over, and for a
day or two intense peace. Then came
an episode.
“Well, dears, how do you do?” The
speaker was a fine girl, joyous with early
morning and unusual excitement.
Huff and Till were transfixed. They
were just starting out for breakfast.
“I was determined to find you in, and
so I came at this hour,” went on the visit
or. “It has taken us a good while to
find you, since papa would hear of it.
j The detective says you drank Stein
bersrer yesterday ”
“How dare you enter the same air we
breathe?” thundered Huff, striding up
to his sister and taking her round the
waist for a stout kiss. “We ignore your
existence.”
“What a lovely room.*” exclaimed
Esther, sitting down with Tiff on the
sofa, with a sweep of eyes, and then
1 bending sideways toward the bride’s
cheek until cheeks and lips met. “You
dear!”
“You love!” said Tiff, aud they em
brace.
“Papa says you must be married over
again; go through the form and all the
shpw and imporlauce,” remarked Es
. ther, with the most fascinating, lazy
nonchalance. “He said he never saw
i anything go off like cotton into flames
as you did, brother; jff-t as though any
one was more in love with your Bessie
Featlierly than he was. He don’t re
member forbidding the marriage at all.”
“Please to tell my father.” said Huff,
severely, looking down at his wife, who
held her chin in her hand, “that. T re
member his forbidding it (or as bad as
forbidding iti very distinctly. And
I please add that from this time forth,my
i father, yes, and all the rest of you, is—
are—dead to me!”
“Dreadful words, those. Will,” sighed
his sister, glancing up with compressed
lips. “Don’t you think so, Bessie?”
Mrs. Tiff shook her head and smiled.
“Mr. Thwaite is never in the wrong,”
said she, and felt a little awkward at
j her own assertion.
Esther thought a moment, a?id then
said she believed she would not stay any
longer just now. Huff said that he
would see he- lmme, and then reflected
I that he could not very well carry out his
intention. Esther, upon this, explained
! that she had come in the carriage.
When she had bowed lierself through
the open door, she stopped to throw
over her shoulder a roulade of genial
laughter.
“By the way, Will,” she called, “if
we were in the fashionable set, what a
terrible notoriety you two wild things
would have! As it is, it is like a nice
play. Adieu!”
“I wish my mother would come now,”
said Tiff, after the door had closed upon
her husband’s buoyant sister—who wa*
also a school friend—but after a pause,
or something equivalent to one. Huff
had not descended to the carriage with
Miss Thwaite, for fear of catching sight
of the world-dreaded grin on the foot
man’s visage.
“Your mother is a woman, dear,”
answered Thwaite, as if that meant
j something unusual, “and it will take a
long time for her to come round as my
father has done.”
“But you are as unrelenting as you
can be,” suggested Tiff.
Huff would like to have said that as a
young husband he could not be other
wise than he was, but as he felt that
this might be too brilliant a revelation
for Tiff he remained silent.
In the evening they were sitting, as ,
was customary, in the cheerful blue- ;
tinted room, Huff feeling very cosy and
alool from the world and annoying |
relatives, and remembering his day’s ;
occupation in the rival insurance office
as if it were a dream.
The door was opened hastily and a fig
ure preseuted itself which dashed their
united calm to atoms.
It was Esther, pale and trembling, her
ashen face emphasized by a black veil
around it, and over her colored dress a
heavy, black shawl. Thwaite hurried to
her, and took her ungloved hand in
his.
“My sister, what has happened to
you?”
“Let me sit down, or I shall faint,”
whispered Esther, dropping her head
against his arm.
Thwaite led her to an easy chair, and
helped her down upon its soft cushions.
Tiff was alert in opening the window,
and then running to Esther’s side, find
ing her, however, a little less faint, her
eyes looking rapidly from one to the
other as the two sympathetic young peo
ple bent toward her.
“Lear sister” sobbed Tiff, “nas
something terrible happened?”
“My father,” said the wh’te faced
girl, in low tones, shutting her eyes.
“Father! father 1” cried Thwaite,
deeply agitated, and clutching his sis
ter’s hands in a firmer grasp. “What
news of him.”
“Dead 1”
The young couple sank on either side
of Esther, crushed and horrified. With
out opening her eyes, Es'.her spoke on:
“When 1 told how you received the
loving message, brother Will, in one
moment”
Thwaite’s distress was agonizing. Es
ther stopped speaking, opened her eyes
and leaned forward eagerly.
“Was it right to be so harsh and un
yielding to your own father, Will:”
Her brother had withdrawn to the
other side of the room, his face buried
iu his arms against the wall.
“Oh, have we no hope?” Tiff sobbed.
“Why, yes, there is hope in this case,”
Miss Thwaite said, in a different tone.
Will turned, his face covered with tears.
“You said it, brother, aud you can undo
it. Dead to you!”
Esther had played a dangerous game,
but she was a determined girl and felt
equal to the emergency. Her strong
presence and sound good cheer buoyed
up the two victims of her scheme, and
enabled Thwaite to mover from the
shock he had undergone.
She d;cw a letter from her pocket
which had been written by Will’s elder
brother in Chicago to his father, upon
hearing of the runaway match. lie
praised Will up to the skies, and declared
that any girl he chose must be a price
less jewel, whether she possessed any
or not, and he begged his father to do
the handsome thing by them both.
“And so,” concluded Esther, “papa
wants to give you a magnificent recep
tion.”
She had her black dra
peiy and dusted*he powder f.om her
cheeks with a flourish of her scented
handkerchief, axd now ran to the par
lor and called “John!” in a business
-1 like way. In another instant a walking
hill of flowers emerged from the shadows
of the entry, and John, in dark green
cloth and silver buttons, set two hugd
baskets of flowers upon the carpet.
“ Fapasent them to you, Bessie, with
his love,” said Esther, “And I shall
soon be here again, shall I not?”
“Oh, do!” answered Tiff, hiding her
face on Huff’s shoulder, with a twining
of arms.
“Give our love to the governor,” roared
Huff, fl ushed, g ; inning, jubilant.
Esther laughed merrily, caught tip
her black drapery, and ran down stairs,
followed by John with a coutortio*
about his lips.— Harper's Weekly.
Where Do Tiles Ho in Winter?
Borne one lias asked, “Where do flies
go in winter ?” This is a question ol
some interest, for a house fly is born fully
grown and of mature size, and there are
no little i ies of the same species, the
small ones occasionally observed being
different iu kind from the larger ones.
The house fly does not bite or p'erce the
skin, but gathers its food by a comb oi
rake or brush like tongue, wkh which
it is able to scrape the varnish from
covers of books, and thus it tickles the
skin of a person upon whom it alights tc
feed upon the perspiration. A fly is a
scavenger, and is a vehicle by which con
tagious diseases are spread. It poisons
wounds and may carry deadly virus from
decaying organic matter into food. H
retires from the sight at the beginning
of the winter, but where it goes few per
sons know. If a search of the house be
made t’nev will be found in great num
bers secreted in warm places in the roof
or between the partitions or floors, bast
winter we bad occasion to examine a
roof, and found around the chimney
myriads of tiies hibernating comfortably
and sufficiently lively to fly when dis
turbed “in overpowering clouds.” No
doubt this is a favorite winter resort for
these creatures. —Boston Globe.
A Mountain ttinks.
There is a town in Caderevta district,
Queretaro, -Mexico, called Tetillas.
Near this town is a mountain called
Cerro Grande. Between and 4 o'clock
iu the afternoon, a third part of the
mountain recently sank, leaving only
two inches of the ere t above the earth
where the foot of it used to be. The
part sunk has a circumference of 450
feet. Its length is about 114 feet and
its width 00 feet. At the base of the
mountain there existed twr springs, one
<•’ good drinking water and the other
of salt water. Both have disappeared,
i The mountain was previously shattered
1 by an electric discharge.
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCH! S FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
The Playful Damsel-Adding In
sult to Injury—A Misunder
standing; Both About
the Same tjlze, Etc.
Jj V*
■
“W here are you going,my pretty maid?”
“To buy a cottin, sir,” she said.
“May I go with you, my pretty maid!”
“Yes, it you’ll help me, sir,” she said.
“Help you at what, my pretty maid?
Tell me about it; don’t be afraid?”
“It’s only a joke,” she softly said;
“Tm going a-berry ing, sir!" He fled.
Nero O'Flynn, in Life.
Adding Insult to Injury.
Scene at the Barracks.—Pitou, on re
turning from battalion drill, stroils along
the corridors shouting with might and
main, “Left wheel, forward, ma-a-rch!”
Adjutant Friston (opening the door)
—Four days’ guardroom to Private Pi
tou for imitating the captain’s voice by
bawling like a donkey. —La Patriote
illustre.
A Misunderstanding.
Minister (who has just driven his horse
to a wedding in the country): “Can I
hitch out here?”
Prospective Bridegroom: “Wall no.
Guess Sal and the folks’d rather have
the hitchin’ done in the house. Time.
Both About the Same Size.
Mother—“Oh, doctor! I’m so glad you
have come. We have just had such a
scare. We thought at first that Johnny
had swallowed a gold livc-dollar piece.”
Doctor—“ And you found out that he
didn’t?”
Mother—“ Yes; it was simply a nickel.”
— Judge.
Strangers Inside the Gates.
“Ah, it fills my heart with joy,” said
a country minister,as the L.st note of the
organ died away, “to see so many
strangers among us on this beautiful
Sabbath morning. The good book says:
‘He was a stranger and I took him in.’
The collection will now be taken up.—
Life.
No Evens - l’or Him.
Leader of Lynching Party—“ Now,
young man, make a lull confession, or up
you go.”
Prisoner—“l was fooling with a gua.
I pointed it at my brother, and ”
“You didn’t know it was loaded?”
“No.”
“Men, pull on the rope and let him
swing. ” —Nibraska Journal.
A Difficult Diagnosis. *
Old Family Physician—“ What seems
to be the matter with your little dog,
Mrs. De Luffingweli?”
Airs. De Luffingweli—“l think the
poor little fellow is having some trouble
with his throat; his bark is very hoarse.
If you would kindly get down on all
fours, my dear Dr. Cureslow, I am quite
sure be would bark for you. —New York,
Sun.
Timely Warning.
Mr 3. Dugan—“Jamesey !”
Mr. Dugan (drowsily, —“Yis.”
Mrs. Dugan—“Ye must git up if ye
want ter ketch the 2 o’clo ic train. Sure,
ye tould me ter wake ye at wan. ”
Mr. Dugan —“An’ is it .wan o’clock
now?”
Mrs. Dugan —“It is that. I heard it
sthrike wau free toimes jist now.”—
Times.
She Was No Pretender.
She had refused hum absolutely and
thrown him overboard, but he persisted.
“You are my queen,” he pleaded,
“have mercy on your poor suffering sub
ject. Won’t you love me.”
“No, I won’t,” she asserted emphati
cally, “I mean juat what I say, too. I’m
no pretender to the thrown.”
After that he arose and ate a bale of
hay and died happily. — Washington
Critic.
The Old Man’s 3listake.
Mrs. Hendricks was entertaining some
ladies at a select little live o’clock tea,
and Hobby, who had been exceptionally
well behaved, was in high feather.
“Ma,” he said politely, as refreshments
were being served, “may I have some
tongue, please?”
“There isn’t any tongue, Bobby.”
“That’s funny, ’ commented Bobby,
“I heard pa say there would be lots of
it ."—Philip 11. Welch.
A Limit to Bravery.
Office-boy (to editor) “Dere’s a two
hundred-au’-lifty-pouu’ gent outside, sir,
wid red spots on his eyes, wot wants ter
see de editor.”
Editor —“I’m no coward, James; show
him right in.”
Office-boy—“He says he wan’s ter
kerlect a bill.”
Editor (aghast) —“Great heavens,
Janies, tell him I’ve gone to the poor
house to visit my dear old father 1” —
Life.
Out ofthe P’rvin;; Pan.
A New York man visited the family of
a relative iu the country, where he was
not a welcome guest by any manner of
means. After the visitor had spent a
couple of weeks, his much disgusted
host said one morning at the breakfast
'table:
“Dear cousm, don’t you think your
family will miss you painfully? You
ought not leave them alone so much.”
“hy Jove, that’s so,” exclaimed the
New Yorker: “I’ll telegraph them to
come light on here.” — Siftings.
Why He Gave It Up.
Long Haired Passenger (to Stranger)
“My, friend, .are you a commercial
traveler?”
Stranger—“Y"es, sir, and I’m making
lots of money.”
Long Haired Passenger—“Ah, my
young friend, there is something to live
for in this world besides mere money,
which moth and rust corrupt, and which
thieves break through aud steal. I was
a commercial man myself once.”
Stranger —“Didn’t you like the busi
ness ?”
Long Haired Pas enger—“Yes. but
there wasn't auy money in it.”— Epoch.
A Matter of Pronunciation.
“Miss Ilowjames, shall we go to the
concert this evening? The programm«
consists of selections from Wagner.”
“From whom, Mr. Cahokia?”
“From Wagner.”
“I have never heard of him.”
“Great jewsharps! Never heard *>f
Wagner, the groat German composer?”
“Oh, you mean Vogner. I beg par
don, Mr. Cafrokia,” said the Boston
young lady, composedly. “I did not
know you were speaking of Yogner. I
shall be pleased to attend the concert.”
And the young mau from St. J.onis
presently went out and took a great big
chew of tobacco. Chicago Tribune.
Cross-E vam i ued.
Cases in court very often serve a 3 the
“times which try men’s souls.” A per
son who can tell a straight ar.d even
eloquent story, when he is given respect
ful attention, is apt to stumble, and even
fall, under the fire of legal examination.
“Well, Maria, how did you come out
yesterday?” asked a country matron of a
crony who had acted as a witness in an
important case.
“I guess, if the truth was told, I came
out at the little end of the horn,” said
Maria, frankty. “They mixed me all
up so’t I couldn’t tell whether I wa3
afoot or on horseback.”
“Couldn’t you tell a plain story?”
“I thought I could, but they took ter
rible pa-ns to confuse me. Why, the up
shot of it was, I even said I was mar
ried in ’JO, and born in ’53!”
“Now how came you to do such a
thing as that, Alarm? I al’ays thought
you was real clear-headed.”
“I tell yon what ’tis, it don’t do no
good to be clear-headed when there’s
somebody, bright as a dollar, tryin’ to
make you think black’s white and b.ue’s
green.”
“Did they cross-examine you?”
“C/v-s-examine me? I guess they did. !
They ’most snapped my head off.”— J
YoutlC's Companion.
A Bloodthirsty Audience.
Warde, the actor, tells a good story.
It is, 1 suppose, a chestnut. I never
heard a theatrical story that, was not.
What proves it to be an old one is that
Warde names the place it occurred in.
He was playing Virginius in sum small
piece. You will remember that Appius
Claudius’s client, who does the dirty
work, comes on in the last a t, has a
few words with Appius Claudius in
prison and then goes off. That is the
la3t that is seen of h in in the play.,
When the curtain fell on this perform
ance of “Virg : nius” in this sma 1 place
Warde retired to his dressing room an
proceeded to become the Frederick
Warde of ever-day life. The manager
came in.
“Mr. Warde, the audience has not
gone.”
*‘ Well, I can’t help that. The play is
done. There isn’t any more of it in the
book.”
“But they don’t go.”
“Turn down the lootliglits.”
“No use. They won’t stir. Won’t
you go and speak to them?”
“What! Go and tell them the play's
over? Egad—l will. That Will be a
funny experience. *
Warde stepped in front of the curtain;
there the audience sat quite still.
“Ladies and gentlemen: The play is
over. Virginia is dead; Dentatus is
dead; I am dead; Appius Claudius is
dead.”
Just then a voice sang out from the
gallery: “What d;d you do with that
other sun of a gun?” —Sin Francisco
Chronicle.
Death #f a Fortune-Telling Bird.
The p issengers were crowding up the
main steamboat landing in itockav.ay,
says the New i otk Telegram, when a
block occurred in the middle of the
street. Everybody crushed against every
body else, while those in the centre
pushed back again and cried, “Let the
little chap have some air!” “Gh, he’s
dead!” “Poor little thing!” were among
the other expressions floating around A
passing T leg ram reporter elbowed h r s
way through the jam to learn the cause
of the excitement.
An Italian pedler with a cage was
wiping his eyes with a two-year-old
bandanna. He had ceased imploring of
the passing public to have its fortune
told, and a disconsolate half-do.-en of
little green and ted love birds were look
ing ali broke up about something or
other.
Pressing in further one could see that
one of the eight little birds whose duty
it was to extract slips of paper with for
tunes printed on them at the rate of a
nickel a piece- -was dead. He was very
dead, and lay down in front of the cage
with his little eyes shut and his little
toes pointing away up at heaven. Beside
the inanimate corp-e stood the amazed
but mourning widow. She would peck
at her dead mate’s body every now and
then, and anon she would rub her cheek
against his and try to coo him into wak
ing again. But he was dead —very dead.
The other birds seemed too upset fo
work, and the Italian proprietor seemed
the most put out of them all. After a
while he tried to resume business.
“YValka upa. Hava fortuna tolda by
ze birds? Waikaupa!”
The corpse of the detd bird lay in
front of the row of papor fortunes. Tho
mourning mate was endeavoring to kiss
it into life, and the other birds were
kissing each other aud refused to disturb
her.
Once or twice he attempted to make
them move, but they wouldn’t. So,
wrapping the corpse in the dirty ban
danna aforementioned, the exile swung
the cage on his shoulder aud went off
into the regions of the unknown.
Is Deafness Hereditary!
The State Convention of deaf mutes
assembled in the City Hall at Rochester,
N. Y. The President in the course of
his address said, concerning the lon
i gevity of deaf mutes, that the average,
j according to present computation, is
I sixty-seven years. The oldest deaf mute
!in the State is Miss Mary Tabor, of
| Scipio, Cayuga county, aged ninety -
] three. The statistical information of
j the association is against the theories of
l)r. Alexander Graham Bell concerning
| the hereditary tenden vof deafness. In
s all but one of these institutions in the
State there were in twenty years 2393 ad
missions to the deaf mute schools, and
of these eighteen were children of deaf
mutes —almost three-quarters of one per
1 cent. The President said not one of tho
schools of the State was supported as it
should be. The State paid a yearly
amount per capita of $250, which was
not sufficient.— New York Star.
THE
PEOPLE’S PARTY.
PROTECTIVE,
progressive,
~ j
pmmmm.
OUR PLATFORM:
We Pledge OurselYes in Favor of
PROTJ3GTION
OF OUR CUSTOMERS
From Overcharge and
Misrepresentations.
FBFFTR
f°Urk A
With the
does mo-
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frsflact;d values and op
pressive high prices.
Buy as you vote, intelligently. As candi
dates for your patronage, we invite
an examination of our business
record in support of our
claim for fair dealing.
We promise for
the future
The Best in Quality,
The Most in Quantity,
And the Lowest Prices
TO ALL CUSTOMERS, without, dis
tinction of '»ge or class, and behind
our promise stands our enor
mous stock of
BARGAINS,
which are being crowded upon us by our
NEW YORK BOYER.
Never have we been in condition to offer
our patrons such advantages as
at this time. Our
MILLINERY DEPARTMENT
has no equal. Our Stock the Largest,
Assortment the Best, and Prices the
Lowest. Our stock of
MISS SOOD3
Below the Lowest. Our
Fancy Goods Department
will save you a handsome profit.
STAPLE GOODS DEPARTMENT
stands at the head for a money saver to
our customers.
OUR SEWING MACHINE DEPARTMENT
includes all the
LEADING MACHINES
IN THE COUNTRY,
Starting in price at $5 and up.
In this department we
Buy,Se’S, Exchsngeand
Repair
ANY APwD ALL SUftSDS.
Remember that FOUR DATS in each
week we give away different articles to
our customers. Some days we give to
every 10th purchaser and some days to
every sth, aud some days to all.
Our patrons are well aware that we
give
BETTER VALUE FOR
THE MONEY,
Than anv other house in
CHATTAMA!
Come along, and we will
PROVE TO YOU
That you can Save money by making
your Purchases of us.
H. 11. SOUDER-