THE ASHEVILLE GAZSTTZ-NEW3 Tuesday, Cctol.r C, 1012. i CUPID-POSTMASTER A Fortunate Mistake By Clarissa Mackie Tlie postmaster at Saltpeter Canyon took, bis feet down from the counter and lounged over to the little pigeon boled box where the letters were dis tributed. Tbe door opeued, and a man strode in and pressed a bronzed face clofe to the stamp window. "Howdy! Any mall for tbe Lone Bull'i" be asked. Simeon Carter reached down a pack et ot letters ami thumbed them over deliberately. Occasionally he paused to expectorate over bis shoulder, Im proving each opportunity by indulging in a prolonged stare at the face In the .window. Presently his cariosity found utterance. "Seems like I've seen you before," he hinted. "Where?" asked' the other with dis concerting promptness. " "I I don't remember," admitted Simeon sheepishly, and then gruffly, "I don't know as I'm Inclined to give the Lone Bull mail to anybody that comes along." "I hope you don't fed that way," said the other cheerfully, "but I gues3 you had better give it to me. I've got Boss Cllntock's order somewhere about me, but I reckon my face is order enough to get the mail from a little 2 by 4 cracker box like this." "Young feller, that face of yourn will be your passport to a much hot ter place than Saltpeter Canyon," grunt ed Simeon as he leaned an elbtw on the window ledge. "To get down to business, here's a letter for Theodore Crane, a hull bunch for tbe boss, a pa per for Jim Lewis, and, let me see, there's a postal card for Harry Barry from his uncle at the Springs saying urn ah, yes; here's a postal card for Harry Barry, and that's all." "Thanks," said the other briefly a3 he bestowed tbe mail matter in bia va rious pockets and turned away. Now Simeon Carter's leathern face was pressed to the window. "There lfl "1 BfcCKOH MI Fif'R M ENOUGH ORDER TO GET THE MAIL." might be a letter for you, young fel ler," he insinuated, "only I don't bap pen to know your name." "I'm not looking for a letter," said tbe other iuiperturbably. "I never get any letters." The postmaster's face reddened an grily. "Think you'll string me, eh? 'Spose you'd rather go without your letter than tell your name." "I don't mind telling my name," said the other cowboy carelessly, "only you didn't ask me outright. Ask me plumb out, and I'll tell you. Kuir and ncjunro Is my method." . -, Simeon swallowed his Indignation and grinned back at the handsome youth. "Wbat'a your name, young man?" be asked bluntly. "Timothy Lewis," said the other promptly. "Well, that does beat the bugs'." chuckled the postmaster. "Here's your letter, Mr. Tim Lewis, ond a Ug-fat one it is too." He shoved a large square manlla envelope through the opening, and the other glanced at It curiously and thrust it In an inside pocket. Arrived at tbe ranch office, lie gave the mall Into the bands f Mr. Clin took and went on to tbe bunk bouse. ' There was no doubt about the mat ter. The envelope wag addressed iu a feminine hand to "Mr. Tim Lewis, care the Lone Bull ranch. Saltpeter Springs, Mont" The postmark was Sioux City. Timothy drew out his knife and slip, ped the blade under the Hup. Inside was something wrapped In white tis sue paper. . I ? With wondering curiosity Timothy unfolded the wrappings and disclosed a photograph the picture of tbe pret tiest girl he had ever Keen. Yet she -was an titter stranger to Timothy Lewis.- . ............ , Across the bottom of the picture a few words were permed In "the same hand writing, only here the "J" was t m.ui!st!iUnWe, "To .llm, with Nell's love." Thnt "Jim" proved the owner f ilie picture to be Jim Lewis, who v. m (lmiiiiicss waiting Impatiently be I" a f..r hit weekly biut.wt of mull. A ) niiot-nent n IiIh this time a I ii. 'v urer; t!"it wns nil. He propped the picture on his shelf and studied It closely. She was the sweetest He stopped and drew sharp, pained breath. Of what was he thinking? There was every evi deuce that this girl was Jim Lewis' sweetheart Was It not well known that that gentleman was economizing on tobacco in an endeavor t raise tbe price of a marriage license? And so this was the girl! There would have to be explana tions, of course, and possibly Jim .ewis might take offense because Tim had opeued the letter. Nevertheless it was up to tbe postmaster at Salt peter Canyon. Timothy shruggeS his shoulder and tucked the picture away iu his breast pocket He would await favorable opportunity before pre senting it to Its rightful owner. At the supper table they were scoff ing at Jim Lewis' use of cheap tobac co. Harry Barry was passiug around his handsome new Stetson with all the solemnity of a deacon passing the con tribution plate. For Jim's marriage license," ex plained Mr. Barry as he poked the hat under Timothy's nose. "We're all doped with that brand of herbs he's smoking. Get back to the Broncho brand. Jimmy. AVe'll raise the money for the wedding." Timothy frowned a little as . he thought of the face pressed against his heart, but tact required that a con tribution be made, so with what grace he could muster be dropped a handful of cigarettes In the hat and went on with his supper. Jim Lewis was growling over his newspaper. "I ll oat old Simeon alive If he's keeping back any more of my letters." "Heard nnytbing more about that Tim and Jim letter?" asked Crane from behind his coffee cup. Nary. Maybe it's becanse I haven't been near the old scalawag for ten days. I've thrashed It out with him for the last time. I feel pretty Idling mad tonight, and I've got a miud to go over and thrash him good and plenty," said Mr. Lewis savagely. We might go over and wipe out the hull place, take your letter and git," suggested Harry Barry eagerly. "It's mighty dull nowadays. I feel like I could lick a regiment." I'll attend to my own licking," ob served Jim dryly. "When I go to hunt down a weazened old scalawag like Simeon Carter I guess I ain't feel ing so poorly that I have to take along six picked men, a battery of machine guns and an airyplano scout to help me out Nixey. That is to be a duet just Simeon and me, and me coming home with the letter which he says is not for me." In this mood Mr. Lewis was not to be trifled with, and one by one the men dropped away to Indulge In a quiet game of poker near tbe glowing stove. Timothy Lewis resolved to postpone his Interview with his comrade until morning had brought the gloomy one to a more amiable frame of mind. In cidentally Timothy could have anoth er look at the picture, which he hesi tated to surrender. Toward morning he was awakened by a touch on his shoulder, and he started up to find Jim Lewis sitting on the edge of the bed in a flood of moonlight Well," said Timothy sharply, what's wanted?" Lewis crossed one leg over the other and pulled reflectively at his mus tache. "I just been over to Saltpeter nnyon and licked that postmaster. On the side I've rifled the United States mail, and I'm liable for most anything, and when it was all over but the shouting old Simeon barks out he'd give the letter to Mr. Tim Icwis. which is you, I believe." Mr. Lewis' voice was dangerously silky. That's my name," snapped Timothy, now wide nwake. "That letter was given to me by mistake. It surely Mas addressed so It looked like 'Tim,' and I opened It Of course as soon ns I saw hat was In It 1 knew it wasn't for me. I was going to give It to you lu the morning." Honest?" demanded Jim Lewis. Yes," returned Timothy quietly, and such wns his reputation among his comrades that his word was never doubted. Jim Lewis held out his hand, and Timothy reached under his pillow and drew out the letter. "Here H Is," he said. "You're taking plenty good care of it," commented Jim Lewis as he peer ed curiously In the end t tbe letter and then drew forth the photograph. He held it to the moonlight and stared and stared again at the face. Then he scanned the superscription on the en velope. "Well, I'm banged if It Isn't little Nell! Of course I thought It must be from Lulu!" The disappoint ment In bis tone emboldened Timothy to ask a question. "Who is Nell?' he asked blantly. , "My sister," said Jim Lewis proudly. 'She teaches school In Sioux City, and he's tbe purtlest girl out except Lulu Gilbert of course always except -the future Mrs. Lewis." He tucked the picture away in bis pocket and seemed smitten with some happy tuought, for ho asked suddenly, "What'd you bate It under your pillow for? Now, that's pretty good, Tim. Don't yon blow to the chaps about my end, and m keep It dark about your blushing over Nel lie's picture. What say?" Agreed!" said Timothy promptly. "And I say, Jim, the next time yon go to Sioux City will you take me along?" Sure thing. I'm going to niairy Lulu there In about two weeks, so you an go along and be best man. It's to be done in style. If you ever call me brother-in-law, Tim LewW, you can thank that old scalawag nt the pst' office. " " ' : "SenlawnaT breathed Timothy fer vently. "The only name' that's Rood enough for Simeon Carter Is Cupid, jtoMinaHterP1 -1 l.y n (lis- HUMOR OF THE DAY fj Too Positive a Cure. Even a Connecticut farmer can make a mistake. One of thou did wlieu he becau over enthusiastic In his con versation with the lop floor girl. The top floor girl bad engaged board ut the farm for three weeks, but before she had been there throe days she ap peared dissatisfied with her surround ings, "What Is the matter?" nsked the farmer. "Aren't things as represented?" "Y-y-yes." said the top tloor girl, "I suppose they are. The ouly thing that seems wrong Is my memory. That Is entirely too active. You will remember that iu our correspondence 1 said I wanted to find u place where I could forget all my troubles, and you wrote back that this was the ideal spot for anything of that kind. You said 1 could forget , my own name here If I tried real hard." "Well?" said the farmer Inquiringly. "Well," proceeded the top floor girl, I think you fooled nie I here. I don't believe you have a Lethean spring on the place. 1 can remember things more distinctly now than before I came." "That is curious, said the farmer. The place has worked like a charm for others. It completely cured a young man that was here week before last. When be came he was suffering with the same complaint that you have. He Was SO lovesick" "What?" interrupted tbe top floor girl. "Me? Oh, how daie you insinu ate" -.. : Excuse me." said tbe farmer. "May be that ain't what ails you, but It was what ailed him. He said so. fie and his girl bad had a flareup. and It wns a case of forget or pine away. He didn't want to pine, so he tried the oblivion dodge. I never saw anybody recuper ate so fust as he did. He hadn't been here two days till he was making des perate love to every girl In the neigh borhood, and when he went away he had recovered so completely thnt he couldn't even remember tbe color of that city girl's eyes." "What was bis name?" "Cyril something or other." "Cyril?" she said. "Oh. dear, I do wonder! Not Cyril Starkey. wns It?" 'Yes," eald the farmer. 'That's him a tall, peaked, light complexloned chap. Why, do you know him?" Know him?" screamed the top floor girl. ' "Good gracious! Know him? 1 wondered where he had been. We haven't spoken or even seen each other or two months. So he has been oh. the wretch! Did you say he has been trying to forget?" Ho has," said the farmer, "and a mighty good job he made of It too." The top floor girl raced excitedly cross the yard. "Hitch up the team." she said, "while 1 pack my trunk. Here's a week's board. I'm going ! home." ' .".' -" '.' '-"'"'' " " ' ! The farmer's lower Hp dropped. "You contracted for three weeks." he said. 'at $8 a week. And besides you said you wanted to forget." i Forget?" shrieked the top floor girl, j I do want to. but I don't want him to. ! 'm going home ou the next train." Philadelphia Tublic Ledger. Disappointed. ' "How long have you been married?" "It will be six months next Thurs day." Ann do yon still regard your hus band-as the most wonderful man who ver Was born?" Then the poor girl broke down and sobbed pitenusly. lieu nho could trust herself to speak again, she said: "No. Charles has disappointed mo terribly. ' 1'ln nf-frald' I have wte wreeked my lu llfe. Last night when asked lilm to get up and see If there wasn't a burglar la our room he bump ed his nose agalust tbe edge of the open door, and he said three simply awful awunr words Just as If they came natural to him." Chicago Roc- ord-IIerald. Mere W t) wi fl'OUll 1- TI'iV 111:1)1 WllO Si'-,'k f- ex i Easily Fitttd. Colonel Jasier, having a new pair of shoes that hurt his corns, decided -to give them away to one of the negro hostlers at the hotel livery stable and picked out Zeke as a likely object of his generosity when he saw tbe old fellow abambtlhg townrd hlin wearing a pair of tattered shoes that looked like sandals. "Zeke, what size shoes do you wear?" he called to Win. -'" - Tho old negro stopped short In ex pectation. " ' ' ' ' "Any size, cnnneir he exclaimed earnestly. "Any size!" Judge. t At tht Railroad Restaurant. Tbe Man Have you dusted off the pies this morning? , The Waitress Yes, Dir. "Sifted the sugarV" . "Yes. sir." "Umbered up the sandwiches?" "AH done, sir." "Well, come and help me blow through this 'macaroni." YoQkers Statesman. ' Theatrical Hum. ' " Actress (to editor of dully pnimrt You would oblige me very much by In. sorting a paragraph lu your paper to the effect that 1 have had Jewelry to the' mine of noo.OOO marks stolen. Editor When did It happen? v Actress Well, let us sny tbe end of next week. Fllgende Blatter. No Criterion. Tommy-I don't thiol: nunty will Stay. She didn't lirltur her trunk. ' Johnnr-Iluh! I.o It how long the baby has stay 4, am) lie ilidirt b;mi; anything! J mlgb'a Library, AT 11:30 A. These Farms are at Weaverville. The W. M. Parker Place has been subdivided into 10 farms containing from 5 to 15 acres and will be sold to the Higest Bidder. Every tract is well watered and close to the car line. These are Ideal'Trnck Farms, Dairy Farms, Poultry Farms' and especially good for Apple Raising. Every Farm has a good building site and one 10 acre place has a good C room house on it. Every one is within 10 minutes walk of Weaverville and the car line. Every inch of this large farm could be sold in city lots, but we want Truck Farmers and Apple Growers to get the benefit of it. We need them. 1 . The Entire Products of THem All Could Be Sold at Wvville FREE! A ( EVERYBODY WANTS A MUSI0,, . FINE JERSEY , SMALL FARM OR APPLE BY OUR ' COW TT . TT, OWN BRASS . - ORCHARD. HERE'S YOUR r ..AND . r 1 i. r BAND, t $25.00 IN GOLD CHANCE TO GET ONE. NO BE ON HAND .WILL, BE BID WILL BE REFUSED. ' FREE LUNCH GIVEN AWAY . ..... " wait EVREYBCDY INVITED. FRESH CIDER W6 Sate .M Create the Excitemeet lite TMs Everyone of these 10 -Farms will be sold and sold quick. They are about 8 miles from Asheville on Electric Car Line. Terms: 1-2 Cash, Balance in I and 2 Years Don't Fail to Cciii: iC If 1 1 ? fO PI U u u lj ii u ii 4 k tK. n n Li Li a u Li . i 1 : ! ' h i ':'.: If h IVK you luivp y.iin r"-rhu,ii r,,iii,-i, i hlhli 1h;,t . 'i mi. I l.nn r. 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