THE ASHEVILLE GAZSTTZ-NEW3
Tuesday, Cctol.r C, 1012.
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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
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HUMOR OF THE DAY
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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-
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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,
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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
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$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
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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
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