TTT"- - By The Adv: n:2 Publishing Company "LET ALL THE ENDSf THOU AIM'ST AT, BE THY COUNTRY'S, THY GOD'S, 1011$' Iwlpiu Das!;: T-! Vr Tear WlliSdSf f N. C, FRIDAY, JUNE 25, 1S8I. 5 ' .W'.XIS wTir The Wilson Advance, j Wiijhjx, Fhiijiay, - June 21thj 181. POETRY". Betsy and I ttrc Out. - An this ioem has been and is btic.of tmwe splendid successes that set then length iind breadth of t he hind ablaze, and contains mo much of the genuine freshness of nature that repetition on ly enhances its merits, we give it en tire a it appc ired on the occasion of its flr.it printing: I - lw ! M'" H ! : r Draw up the papers, lawyer, and make 'em jjckk! and stout, i For thin.js at home are crossways and Betsy and I are out. We who have worked together so long tii man and wife Must pull in double liarr ;'sv for the rent of our nat'ral life. ' "What is the matter?" say you. I swar it's hardto tell ! Most of the years behind us we've passed by very well; . : ; - . I have no other woman;-"' she has no other man j Only we've lived together as Ion? as ever we can Hoi have talked with Betsy, and Bet: xy has talked with me, ' f: ' And no we've, agreed together that we cau never agree; Xt that we've eijtehed each other in t any terrible cfime; " We've been gathering this tor year, a little at a time. There was a stock of temper Ave, both had for a start, Although we nevjer suspected 'twould take us two apart : I had my various failings, bml in tha f flesh and bonje; "And-Betsy, like fill good women, had . , a temper of hjCr own. , i . ; The first thing I remember whenever we disagree Was somethim oncernmg heaven- difference in our creed; We arg'ed the thing at breakfast, we arg'ed the thing at tea, And the more wje arg'ed the question the more. w' didn't agre?. ; . The next thing that 1 remember was when we lost acowj J Hhe hatl kicked Jthe bucket for certain, I held my own opinion, and Betsy an other had; jj And when we were donoa-talking, we I oth of i s wtre mad. -' . . :; f . - . - ? And the next that I re.nembe,'itjKtar ted in a joke; But full for a week it lasted, and neith er of us soke; And the next was when 'I scolded be cause she broke a bowl; And she said ijwas mean and stingy, and had'ntjany sou, I j . . An so that bawl kept pouring dis sensions; iij our cup, Ana so that ibtauieu eow-cntter was always a eoniin' up; . And so tlie heaven Wc arg'ed no near-; er t us gjit, H U But it gave us'a taste of somethin' thousand timea as hot. - ;:' .. ! IA' &. : ' t And so the thing kept workln', and all in the ilerlf-same way: Always somethin' to arg'e, and spme- thin' sharp to say, And ilown on jus came tho neighbor a couple djen strong, ' .. " And lent their! kindest service to help the thing akmg. ! . And there hasj been days together and many a weary weeK ' : "NVe was both of us cross and spunky and both too pfoud to speak; And I havebintbinkin' antl tbinkin' the whole of the winter and fall, If I can't livo kind with a womaiif why then; 1 Vont at all. "f Anl so I have talked with Betsy, and Betsy ha talked with nie, And we havejagreed together that we can't nevpr agree; And what is hefs shall be her's, and what is nUue shall be nine;.' And I'll out it in the asrreenient and take it tofber to sign! AVrite the. paper, lawyer the very first iwiragraph i Of all the farm and livo stock that fhe shall have Ikt half; . " For she has lielpert to earn it tbroah many a weitry tkiy, ' Antl it's notjfing niory tlm justice that Betsy has her pay. ' Give her" theihouse and homestead--a man can thrive and roam; But women are sketrry critters, unless , they have a Iktujo; And I have always determined, and never failed to say, That Betsy slrould never want a home if I was taken away, v - i j . There is a little hard ntoney that's drawln' jtoi'rable iray; I A couple-of humlretf tlollars laid by for a rainy day; Safe in thelRtnds of good menf anid easy to get at; Put in anotfier clause tliere, and glv'e. her all of that. Yes, I secybu smile, sif at ray giving her so much; - V divorce is eho ip', irt but I take . - no stock In such; ' , irue and fair I married her, when sbe a ws bIithe and young 1 Ana Betsy was always kind to mev ex--; eeptin'.with her tongue. ,' Once when I was young as you aiid : vA-not 8mart, perhaps, - J ? 1 . -J? or me she mittened a lawyer. and veral other chaps; AnjdaUof them- was flustered an . tairly taken down, i : And I fori a "finje M as couiitetl tm wckist man hi tywn, 1 And once when I had a fevt'rI won't - 9 forget it soon T whs hot as a busted turkey and t'ftizy. ! as a loon: Never an hour went by me When she was out of sight She nursed me true and tender and stuck to me day and night. And If ever it houe was tidy, and ever ft kitchen clean, The house and kitchen was tidy as any 1 ever had seen; ,J), Y And! don't complain of Uetsy, or any of her acts, j Exci'ptin' when we've quarreled and 1 told each other factsi J I ' ' :' , -: Bodmw'Upthe paper, lawyer, and I'll go home to-night, Anri read theagreement to her, and M if itVall right! w And then, in the niomin', I'll sell to ,n tradinmtlnl know, ! Ahd kiss the child that was left us, and out In the world I'll go. And otic thing put In the ptlpCf , that f ursTi tomtfuion'toccur, ? That When 'I. 'a fin deacf at last, she'll ; bring me back to her; Ahd lay mo under the maples I planted I years ago, v - When she and I was happy before we ki. ? miurrejeu so. And when "he dies I wish that she Would le luid by ine, And lyintf together iii silence, perhaps we w ill agree; " Add, if ever we meet In heaven, j wouldn't think it queer, If we loved each other the better be- 't cajige we quarreled here. , : . - I 4. tik : ,- ' ""'.'"'. Then Betsy nliegot her specs from Off the mantle shelf, , And read t lie article over quite softly to ; herself; Read it by little and little, fof kef eyes isgettui' old, And lawyer' 'writin' ain't no print, especially When it's cold. Aim! i&gt she read a little she gave my : arm a touch, And kindly said she was afraid I was lowin' her too much, But when she was through fhe went for me, her face axtreanrin' with tears, Aud kissed me for the first time in over twenty years! J don't know w hat you'll think, sir; I didn't come to inquire, But I picked up that agreement and - And told her u-eVi bury the hatchet Mtunea it in tne nres along side of the cowj And we struck an agreement have another row'. never to Ami I told her in the .future I would'nt , speak cross or rash , If half the crockery in the house was ltken all to smah. And she said in regard to heaven, we'd try and learn its worth By startin' a branch establishment and run n in' it here on earth. 1 And so wc ?at a-ttilkin' three quarters " of the night, r And we.opened our hearts to each oth er until they'both grew light. And-the day when t was winnin' her away fron sd many men, 3VasnothiiiVtothatjvenin' I courted : her oyer again. l V : AtERRIBLf TEST ''Kay!" So answered, -"ttiyl". Si lence. , . " . Caotnln Charlie CMfford delibenxtwly lifted bis foot of manhood out oflcheek and lips surging treacherously a sprinijless, re-covered easy chair and walked a cross the room a tall manly-looking young fellow, in his dark tweed suit. 'He paused at the window where a young girl sat, looking lazily out' on the street below., -,Ray! . ( ' "Did'you speak co'j.isin Charlie?" Two saucily'deniure brown eyex knkexl up into Cousin Charlie's angry blue ones. "Did I speak?" in a mild sarcasms "How suddenly interested you have becomqiiitho'grocer'a cart and the milkman's wagon, for by jupiter, that's all there is to be seen m tins out of the way streetl Yes, I did speak, and for once, Ray you must be seri ous andmver mel" "Very well." Bay resignedly- clasped her slim hands in her black merino lap, and looked up in. Charli Clifford's face with mocking, mlst'hievo as gravity, r Ills handsome :eyes. very. stern, very resolute, looked down. on the pretty, piquant face: (MWill you marry ne?" .Charlie,!' in a tone of solemn, funeral conviction, "I knew it!" 'Knew it?" "Yes," noddinst gravely, and speak ing with deliberate emphasis, "I knew yjou were goinji to make love to me, and I hate being made love to!" , "Ray!" 4 Mes, I dol TaatV the tenUi time ou've said "Rivy," Love is a regular fuiHdller, Wrve bivd such good times together, and now I suppose you will 'strider away,, like the herb of a novel, and I'll never see you a-ain. Tlough why disappointed kJvers 'stride away,' instead of coolly ,..aiL-;nff nff. is nwrethan I could ever nmivia "7 . -i understand, , Ca you Charlie? V ? She was striving to lightly laugh off Kthat which she s& afraid her Intense nervousness would betray'.- "This is no affair to" be jaketl dow-n Ray,'f he said a sad sfef hncss hi Ir- VI love jrou . , dtatly, , and though I cannot give you wealth, I can give you a cozy home. I am not rich, but I have a competency and a competency, with advancement with in reach, is almost prosperity. Gome put me out of suspense, dear let my answer ''be yes!" . " I Je could only see the crisp waves of dark hair; the dainty, drooping face was hidden. ' She spoke at last, still w ithout look ing up, toying nervously with the crimson cord and tassel at her wrist: "Charlie, it cannot be - yes' you; know that! Why," with a faint little laugh, "I like you too well to love you rrih the way you mean. Besides" "Go on! Besides what?" "Don't make say it!" she cried, pas sionately, all her feigned nonchalance of manner gone. "Don't make me say the t contemptible words, w hich are so horribly true, and for Which I sh6uld despise myself don't!" She had risen, and was standing be fore him, with scarlet cheeks and trembling lips, an angry child in her defiant rebellion. Charlie Clifford folded his arms a little tighter together. J,Oo onl" he said, in a tone ominous ly repressed and quiet. "I at least should be privileged to learn the rea son of my rejection." ' For just a moment, ' the girl's proud pfettv, gipsv ftvee softened, and -tears came very near the dauntless brown eyes. ' . ' For one moment Only. "Well, if you must know the truth.?' she flashed forth, "it is this: I hate poverty genteel poverty! I have known it all my life, and the only good thing I ever got my education made me ambitious. As your" your wife," she hesitated a little over the fateful word, r VI would be com- paratively poor still. - Don't don't quite despise nie, Charlie!'.'.' a she saw the scorn in his eyes; "I'm not worse than most girls. , And the escape from the treadmill drudgery of a govern" ness to wealth and luxury" "Oh, pardon me! Your logic r proves my stupidity. In fact, in my mad eagerness. I had quite forgotten Harold Phillips' bank-account, as well as a woman's member, Ray, philosophy. Bnt ro an honest man's love ia ever above scorning. You are pri vileged to reject it, merely that!" "Charlie, Charlie!" she cried wildly out, don't bo so hard on me!" lie smiled a little sadly as he turned to go. , "Hard on you? What right have I to judge the prospective Queen of Gotham society?" ., lie held out his hand with his usual friendly gesture. "Congratulations from me would be a farce, Ray, I shall not offer them. Bob Daly and I go w est to St. Louis to-night, and I probably shall not have another opportunity of saying goodbyl" , . . , , , "Uood-by!" i, "f S-he looked up at him with eyes wide and startled, the warm c?lor in back trt her heart. "Yes," he said, pitilessly, "we may be gone several days. Make my aclieux to your mother, will youj Ray? Once more, good-by!" And with that qui?t, friendly, unim passioned band-clasp, he was gone. . ' ' . We're going to have socb cozy evening all to ourselves, mother' And Ray fluttered round the room, drawing the curtains, lighting the lamps a trim, pretty figure, in her soft gray dress, dotted here and there with knots of cherry-colored ribbon. ' You have not much to aid you in your task save deft fingers and good taste, my dear,' her mother a silver haired old lady said, as Ray began that perplexing process known to wo mew as 'turning' a dress. More successful than good materi als and bad taste,' cheerily. 'Come in!': ,-' ' v $ A small stout man, a neighbor, red- checked, black-eyed, gownatured, opened the door. 'Good-evening, ladies! Haven't haven't you heard the news?' his flo rid face growing a trifle paler. Good-evening, Mr. Crfcel-T nodded Ray, smilingly. 'Take a chair. What's the news? Mamma and I are so quiet we hardly know how the world wgs And she laughed merrily. 'It's a railway aeeidentH the mtm Tell down lurtexl out, awkwardly embankment. I-I'n iost afraid to tell yen bluntly. Wifclva oiiu k fear a vacuej sudden- nriwl(v of evil. Tiav crossod over jm. x.v 7 fwnere nesioou. 'Give nie the paper!' she said, au - thoritatively, MeclKinkally he tamded it to her hP dwl(W tliefirt column, bhe gUeed(jwB tie n mmf ' then clutched the papier convukn ely with one hand, her eyes wild and dila- ted,rivJ in horror on one Une. one name, leath-white and trembling voice. violently, she flung (fie frail sheet aside as though it had stung her, and cruched back with a wailing pob. .Fbr in the awful accident-lLst she ha'J read the words : - Charles Clifford, dead."1 The following day, Ray Stanly stood before Harold PbilHit in his wealth walled library. A sadly different llay from that of yesterday. The bright, childish hwnusc'umee was gone, iter face was white as marble, her eyes burning. She listened wearily to her wealthy suitor's protests and pleadittgs with face coVl and set, "I can neve be your wife, Mr. PliH lips. Do you not see it is impossibe? Yes, he is dead; but I will be truer in death than I was in life. I tried! to persuade myself tliat falsity Was truth; I strove to ignore in silence the love that'eomes to every woman but once in her life. I thought I had succeed ed Last night, I discovered I mistaken, and have come to tell was you so.7 She said these words as though they were a lesson she had to repeat. "Forgive me if you am; I am suffer ing a bitter punishment!" And with haggard, pallid cheeks, the poor child passed lonelily homo through the chill April dusk. She w ent wearily into the shadow filled parlor at home, and flung off her wraps. , J,. "Yes it's all over, mother," she said drearily, to a figure in the shade of the mantle piece. "Harold tried to hold me at first, but I was resolute; so I am free. Oh, mother! mothe!" with a passionate burst of tears, "why! did I let him go? Dear Charlie! the no blest best nv.in ' -i "Come come now, Ray! 1 seriously object to hearing my epitaph before I'm dead; it's a trifle too suggest ve!" cried atender, cheery voice; and the figur? in the shadow of the mantle suddenly assumed gigantic propor tions. "You let mego just for the joy of coming back, didn't you, my dar ling?" ' And Charlie Clifford, held out lov ing human arms to the penitent little figure before him; but with a wild cry half joy, half fear, she shrank shudder ing back, i "Charlie is it Charlie?" in low, awe-strtHk tones. "Well that's what I call a sensible question," cried a thoroughly unghost like voice. . "Did you think myjname was Jereniiah? But iRay Ray, my own darling!" springing to her side and clasping her close in eager 'give me a -welcome worthy arms, pf my love. I was on that fated trahp but had got accident off two stations before the occurred. My name was recorded as that of some. poor fellow The who had handed in his checks! fire had proved the true gold of your heart, my j dearest, though it' wai a terrible test." 5 ' - ' And Ray, sobbing joyfully pn her lover's breast, knew that she Vbrship- ed a mightier god then Mammon, and that when a woman's heart speaks all other lips are dumb! Too Affectionate. There were several men clustered around the stove of a Gatveston saloon, and somehow or other the subject J of newspapers came up for discussion. One man said that the editors wjero more jealous of each other than any other class; they never had word for each other, etc. A long-hairnd youth, with a a good solefnn look, spoke up, and, heaving a sigh, said that he had liad some ex cjperi rience with editors, and he .found them the re verse of jealous to each other1, f that a Texas editor was always williiig to de ny himself comforts for the benefit of a brother editor. Where did that happen?' ; It happened in .a western town where I lived,' sighed the Texas young man. M I had dashed off a little poem of ten or fifteen cantos about 'Beautiful Spring.? There were two rival papers in the place the Bugle and the Trom bone. I had heard that the editors were deadly enemies, and ighed'to shed each other's gore, and was afraid ifllettha Trombone publish it first .there would be a deadly encounter. I finally resolved to havej it tippear si- 1 lli u i vv7ci.-i iii uum itnmrn r lieu 1 1 called on the editor n the I he said that the editor of' thH Ttombom Bugle had ! a large family, and that he W fer it to appear in the BttiteA ould prc as person- all v he loved the editor of the Bwle. I j went to the Jhigle man and he said the editor of tlie TfomboneWm Ids warnv ! est.persal friend, and h would siaa 11 l wmiw igiao i would him liat e ibcr y&na f as it wevkl 1 hj pm igback So40wln2to tne tiothewon lovethx two editors had for each other. I coukv eet my poem Into either of their to - papers, and it hasn't beeii published i vnf i novpr fiav tirn mon n ftnYimi! 5 V- . r Ji..t . .. , ; once niore the long-haired poet sighed hkeabeiiows. , TBere was a pause, akf an old coon with a frost-bitted nose drawletl out: .iYer never tried them same editors a advertisement, did yer?" The poet answered in the negative, SSSS? tlSS SfSd ach other". significantly winked . r-i- Bitter Vivid L Description of a Scene wiiicii I)epict8 the Shame OF POI.IGAMY IX THE v far West. A lady formerly residing in Salt Iake City is titJW In this city. 3 In con versation lat week she related the fol lowing experience: Some months since Mr. K. brought the beautiful M.iss Finnell home to be our neighbor a plural Mrs. R. To my shrimse I was the recipient of an invitation to attend the supper given in celebration 1 ofthisevent., Mrs. R. (theflrst) re- ceived ine kindly; far away down deep in her life thh Woman and I have qualities in kinship. We sat down to supper at 6 o'clock. Mr. R. and his first wife sat at opposite etuis of the table. I The new Mrs. R. sat by "Sister Julia." I had the post of honorat the right of the bridegroom. This 1 new kind of Benedict wore an almost sheep ish air and was ill at ease throughout. It dawned' upon me at last that my presence on guch an occasion was a re proach to me. I was more than ashamed of biy own stupidity in yield ing to what appeared so plainly as a most vulgar, curiosity In 'such a mood it was, of course, difficult to be amiable, and as the best substitute for that Amiability, due from a guest at a marriage feast, I tried to be witty. Suffice it to say, we succeeded in stinging each other like a nest of hor nets,:and nothing but our good breed ing prevented an open -quarrel. We animals fed at that supper with some thing of the snappishuess attributable to feasting wolves. That agonizing supper over, wo stood around ; the bright fire in the cozy little sitting room. Mr. R. had planned to take his bride to the thea tre, and so preparations in the way of gloves, cloaks and bonnets . began. The Me Miss Finnell ws soon toilet ed for the opera in most fashionable attire. Mrs. R., my friend, stood half reclining against the piano. We had been , si lent for a moment, and to re lieve the embarrassment taking pos session of us, I said: 'Mrs., R, it almost makes one wish to be a bride again. Mr. R. laughed accommodatingly Just then Mr. R. placed his arm gent ly around the slender waist of his new bride, folding her handsome opera cloak close to her Harm j And drew her tov fds hini. She responded to this caress by a tender upward glance of her beautiful eyes, i- Then I looked towards my friend, to find her face pallid as death, while a look of ago nizing endurance, mingled with dev ilish WaligJhity, almost froze my blood. I had said aloud in actual sur prise before turning towards her, "As I live, he actually loveS Wfw girl!" The face told me all. No lies, now, with ready lips, at the bidding of feal iy to religion." That agonized, refined, sensitive face proclaimed .the system damned. A woman's natural love rose grandly in the awful denunciation of those fierce eves. A great throb of pity "filled my own woman's heart. I saw-all the torture and the noble rage of self restraint. I stepped towards her, as if to hold her in pity to my heart. My Mormon lady friend took me by the arm with almost rude force. and whispered warningly, "Mrs. C, for God's sake, remember where you are." r I did remember, and discomfitted, returned to my place near the mantle. Amid this flurry the bridal party took their 4fpirture-. We women were a silent party at first Mrs. R. still stood leaning on the piano, with her look bent upon rae almost resentfully. "You donTt think yourself called upon to pity me, Mrs. CT sue said, with an almost quarrelsome tone. "I do pity you, 3frs. R. and I have a right to." "You think me jealous of my new sister, then?" "Mrs. R., we are both proud women. We only need to look Into our own hearts to learn what a real woman must feel underhe ordeal through yhich you are passing." "I am not jealous, Mrs. C. Not only am I not jealous, but happy in this tnw love of mv husband. Our faith teaches us to love these sisters in mar riage as our own flesh. Thb marriage u nnton estranirement of my hus- banasioveas oumui.x sanctified Gentile, but a remarmge myself. In this marnage I ivCover aga4n my own- c-pousal, m' dalf and renew again ineunisw" married love." But my impuW pity was strong, and almost involun tarily I hurried to her side, and, tak v,ar rr Ktwr mv hands, I looked steadll? fefo ber eyes for a moment. Her gaS feil, and, throw ing herself upon a sofa, she cried out in bitterness: " ' ; nh ' Mrs. C. I am most wretched. Between me and any celestial lights, or any glory or peace or consolation in thfa life or m fbe'wofld t& come there stands that woman. Between me and $thc Hghf f my religion rtand that at woman. This gtrl't fete hi hateTul to me; that my hubnd rftotakl krve on for her mem by Mone! My for: My agination cannot be held tfeck from all the soul-torturing, crucifying things which follow in the train of thU mar riage. The box at the theatre holds to-night a aiati wife not mofeV 4 There are the gentle pressure of hands, the glances of loving eye, the blend ing of lines into one destiny ; in Uiis liie, the first exquisite rapture of hon eymoon, which cheat Itself with the delusion that a capital stock of love haa hiid in sufficient to draw up- 011 for lfe- Beyond these rise, pite of all pretense of spirituality, the bri dal bed, the cradle, the child, in whose veins there can be the Coiihningling lite current of but one father and one j tn,.iUAH - I 11 a. i 1 uiuuier. au mese inings one man can liave only with any woman in mar - 1 riage. . No, Mrs. C No, Mrs. C, a marriage to one woman unmarries a man to all other women, or there U no marriage." There Was no answer; I offered none, but, kissing her cold forehead, I left her alone with her desolate sor row. A'. V. Krpm. For IhvADTANCK. j KcYolatifrtary Relics in - - County, N. C. Nairn Mr. L.F. Battle has in hi possess sipn a buckle, slide and shield, or or namentiil plate belonging to a revolu tionary sword bolt. On tlie slide the name "P. Morgan' is neatly engraved. On the shield are the words: "Diri lirfetulre U droU" and " Omfrdtration," The last word is in a half circle con taining thirteen stars, and above Is an All-seeing eye looking down upon the stars and a square figure which I take to represent the Ark of ' the corenant or the Treasury box of Our fathers. The sword was cut up many years ago and made into butcherkniveH. These relics have been in Mr. Battle's family ever since before his recollection, but are said to have belonged T an officer of the IevolutionaryTj-war,-1 Can 'any one tell who P,j Morgan "-as? i The writer has a wooden canteen used in the Revolutionary war by. Wm. Joyner Sr., his fttitteftttfigrand-fiither. The staves are three inches long and it is six inches across the head. It has no bulge like a barrel but is held gether by twotlghtly fitting hoops very ingeniously locked together. B. F. Collins, of Nashville; N. C, has some North5 Carolina paper cur rency issued during the Revolutionary war. Thfer j bill are printed on coarse paper j A S20 bill signed bv John Taylor, and printed by Hugh Walker at Wilmington in 1779, under order of the State Congress at Smith- srress at Wmith - firfd, May 15th 177, bears the motto : "Peace on Honorable Tet ins." A $10 biir, No. 4816, Issued and signed the! awfle as the above, with the motto : "Virtue excels riches," A $10 bill signed B. xum, d-ated Hill'Hwro'gh, August 8tlC 1778,; with the motto: "Persecution the ruin of Empires' "A So bill NoK'e3,iignod Wm. Sharp, printed by J. A. Davi1778 inder act passed at I llllsborough, A ugast 8th, 1778, (mottoes '; "The rising States;" ahd MDeath .to Counterfeits." Anoth er $5 jb ill signed C. Marklann. : An other signed by John Taylor printed by Hugh "Walker at Wilmington under an act passed at Smithfteld May lotli, 1779,! with the motto: "Good Governf ment always revere.". A $2.00 bill signed by Turner W. lWwotxL Dan - iel Duncan, Wm. Williams, and J. Webb, with the motto : "Liberia and Niitale SAtin," issued by authority of Congress at Halifax, the 2nd day of April, 177G Tne Prohibition Qnestfvn. Tho Texas prohibit km ts at their1 State convention last week,' decided that it was not advisable to lonn a separate political party, tlie great ma jority of the delegJten being of the opinion that the Dem ocratie party can be made available, with proper action on the partoftheprohibitioubiU prior tathe meeting of tlie next Democratic tate Convention, E Attorney-general Johnson, H Kan sas, has gi ven an opinion that the con- lion service is not forbidden under the jnew prohibitory law of that Stc, but that U gSiletorBncll pUrpofle by ther Ucenserfor an ertttwet dru&t woukl be a clear .violation of the iY, and would make him liable to barife eklt as if he sokl lui Utw drank as a beverage V , "lit teach you how to lie, ami steal, and smoke, and ue profane langxue said an irate Galveston parent to his oldest off-Vlng, at the same lui s wing Ing a good sized sapling. "I'll teach you, you young scamp!,' "Never mind, father. I know . all of tbem branch already." H"r "r " 1 ei 1 r '' H1551 - uura "sea upon its ran x me on ion, V I: iU.tr A cbffectlon of darfSffavQ la gallery. : ; your trousers and walstcoAliir1 press" whu he fif migl In the garden. fTL- Teopie who really jilcl'the! teeth are those wtto buy' set ftt ti&ntKh shopd. 1 -i m U 1 Dungnoie w ,a very necewary thing inabarrel.Duer4 it U noihfng: iV 'y-' "u?fw-n- t" The hair dresr bophlicIr.will never be able to ay. "He dyed poor.' There wasn't much monfy Uckj when they were employed In the form of punishment. k s , ' A clock much like a mfovM "Wfebn It rahros luhand, lookout; for; Jt. It ingoing to striken When a woman, bewmc alAunireM late In life sm may" be pald to' ' "fiave reached the Iroh oger iU-i iWhen a Voung mau'eenlf fn love 'ifk a ti 1 "; -:irt i "; ' frV. ' pleeze j ner baud Is a pressing necesHlty,' 1 r 4 a stranger of a BostoldiMi, . " Yey till you get to the root; thenjtt eayw." BCrlneeV is abfe, to iprWilmall sparks from ice Pshaw f who: mu t seen Ice park evtral ocwln arpa ? Kmma,s headls bouflornp cloly In a hapilnVfofdVltlghtii'' Headache ? No ; It hide the ctrters. She wUUrUhorhalr, o-nigb. Why In the mbnejrdn ittf the habit of gH'lhWW WVr4tkrnew ly-born babe?5 'BeeatwlrB.tOMtfloiM little. A gcnUeman ,witfiv a ,frWnIn'g that he had Invested a nrther large sum of money and lout ft alf. ?'A nym pathlzlng friend ftidcedthlm ir he was a bull or ber: I "TrwMeh h re plied : "Neither I wai Jackal.4' An old couple WtTe' walking . down the utreet not longgorfn (gnit when they run acrotM one' which the old man read - thur i-J6hhon Shirt Store.' "Well I faimt e--mc J the old lady f wonder how ha tore it ?" ' . '' ' A small boy of Bath, Men K had , jwt ne to bed, whence jbegin .tQdreani aDOUl cowa. Home slight Jiolwv ftlm P and he said, MammaIfi otao w.' Where 1 sh avkedl. Home slight jnoimf woke saw wo. uciu t mum auwea., up there, sild he pointing & the wfiing mother remarked ttifi thftWM a ofieer place tb see cows, and. the MUa fellow got f lightly angry .ahd iald, ".WeU, I gueftsTthey could,- b ingel cow, couldnt they?",--, r t - Belief U not in our po er btttjtmth fulnesHis. .'-Jy;trrAt tn ' ' Life is too short for its f possessors to wear long feces. ; f : A sensual disposition 1 handsomest featarea. r defcrroa the Dlvijio vengeance conies wlth"fi'ct of " lead," but strikes With hands of Iron. .lie need.4 .no other rosary whoso 1 thread of life Is with beads of 1 QVe ami thought n 1 1 & U i He who, with go. hraJth, hsV a true friend, may ' laugh 'advrtxity to scorn and defy the world. .1 r trae beMpvolence Is to low all men. Recompense injury with justice and kindness wlil klndnesa --n u 1 Thl Is the present reward of virtu ous conduct tha no ' utd tety cono qence can oblige us to tegset ttl ' Flowen sweeten the air, rejoice the eye, link u withnaturenndinnocenctf, and are oraethlnJf tk-e.-. ., ' Ventare not Into -the ttmpitPf of those that are Infected U1th the plague; no, though thoti think thyfcelf guarded with an antidote.; ; fj!l ! To pr'iAfArifC? a man happj', 4nerVIyf becauxe he JU rich U Just as absurd a . to pronounce a man Jiealtay' pierely because he hie enough to eatT ; , , No man ooghi to " complain - If the world measures hini as he measures otters. To measure tmd ith his own yardstick may be hard, trt& H k dir. . The wisest man may ieVber 6Jay than he was yesterday, and to-morrow w change does no imply ttal freedom fromerror. " , ;' . c" ;V s There fcr uotMnr worthy of the nam tfeducatloa? which 1 olr' Prt frofir rellgioru Every child has a soul, which makes him cbnarimirtr akin to the" unseen and (fit1 iim&flt anlf this tsotrt, faHen In Adam btd mlnW in I rt . s . . ' vonux, rauw ne roociwa ii the truth It I- lnJei i i

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