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CHAPTER XV.
CONTINUED.
' 'Brentwood Eric Brentwood,'"
he repeated, slowly. "Ah, yes; I:
had forgotten. She did have a eon;
aiamma said so. Oh, if my strength'
would only hold out a little longer. I
un getting so -weak, I can't go any
Farther. Must I die out here in the
storm? Oh, Inez, Inez! "Why did
vou stain your soul for a few hundred
dollars, after I had been so kind to
vou? If you had been my friend, I
would not bo locked up in this room.
Ah," she said, always in a whisper,'
"now is my chance if only it will hold ,
aiy weight 1 Good-bye, doctor. How.!
Pan I ever repay you for your kind
ness? Ah, you are going to Brent
wood Park? You saved my life, but I
don't like you."
For a few moments she lay with her
eyes closed.
"You see, sir," said Jock, "ahe
wanders."
"Yes, poor little thing! I won
der who 8ho cau be," said Erio in a
low tone.
"Don't know, sir. She must have
had eome strange experiences. You
see. at first she understood your
name. She even asked who you were,
and then went off in thp-t rambling'
way." j
"Had you not better get g doctor?"1
said Eric.
"I am doctoring her," put in the
old woman, "and I don't think she'll
die, either. This is not the first case
of this kind I've 'tended to."
Eric did not answer her, for his at
tention was drawn back to the un
known girl who began to talk again.
"Eric Brentwood," she was saying
to herself. "What a pretty name!
I know I shall like him when I see
him."
Although Eric knew that her senses
were wandering, his pulses thrilled as
he heard her mention his name so
sweetly. No use to longer misunder
stand his feelings. It was not pity
but love that the beautiful young girl
tad awakened in him.
CHAPTER XVL
gone!
When Eric Brentwood returned to
Brentwood Park, he left his heart be
hind him in the keeping of the delir
ious girl lying on the couch in the
gipsy tent.
He remembered every word she had
uttered in her delirium, and thought
with the gipsy that she must have had
some strange experiences in her life.
She had talked of being locked in a
room; of the treachery of someone she!
had called Inez, and then of the kind-!
ness of some doctor. But uppermost'
in Eric Brentwood's mind were the
words she spoke in reference to him.,
"Ah, if she could only have said
those words and meant them when she '
was conscious of her utterance," he
murmured. '
Every day he meant to visit the,
camp and do what he could for the
girl he loved. For he acknowledged
to himself that he loved the unknown
girl with all the fervor and passion of
his nature. Never before had he felt
for woman as he did for the little suf
ferer who had stolen his heart, and he
knew that he wrould never be happy
again unless he won her for his own.
He did not think that she had heard
the name of Brentwood before, but at
tributed her repetition of the name so
many times solely to her delirious rav
ings. Had he only known who she
really was! Surely fate plays strange
tricks sometimes.
Here was the son of the friend to
whom her mother had directed her to
go (for, of course, the reader knows
that the girl was Breta Danton), all
unconscious of the identity of the girl
vrho had won his heart without an ef
rort. Had he been seeking such a person
as Breta Danton, her strange words
might have led him to suspect that she
Jhad heard of Brentwood Park. Bat he
supposed Breta Danton (?) to be in the
home of her grandfather, whither she
had gone in the company cf Cecil
Doniphan; therefore he had no idea
that the little stranger knew aught of
him or his mother.
Every morning and evening for a
whole week found Eric Brentwood by
her side, and although she -was gain
ing in strength she was still delirious.
So often did she repeat the same words,
that Eric knew iS all by heart, and as
. soon as she opened her eyes with the
light of reason, he intended to ask her
to tell to him her history; and if she
needed a friend he would be the one
to act that part.
But he -was destined to be disap
pointed in his hopes. On the eighth
day he arose early as usual, and pre
pared to visit his little love, as he
called her to himself.
Arriving at the camp, the first one
he came across was the gipsy Jock,
who was gathering sticks to . kindle a
fire.
"How is she this morning?" was the
first question he asked.
- "She's gone, 6ir," returned Jock.
Had a thunderbolt dropped at his
feet, Erio Brentwood would not have
been more shocked or surprised.
-L'Gone!" he exclaimed, when he
could find his 'voice. "Gone where?
how? Why, man, she was too ill, be
sides being out of her mind."
"I know that, sir; but they insisted
Qn taking her away with them.", - - '
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'They? Who?" he asked excitedly.
"Why, the gent and lady that came
for her. The gent came last night just
after you left. He said he had been
hunting everywhere for her, and early
this morning, just at daybreak, he and
a lady came with a carriage and took
her with them."
Who were thev? Did they tell you
their names or hers?" asked Erio,
whose excitement increased as he be
gan to fear that she was in the hands
di enemies.
They said their name was Downes.
md the man claimed the sick lady as
his wife. And the worst of it is, sir
he said that she was crazy and had
escaped from them, and that it was
not the result of her illness at all the
way she talked."
"I don't believe it," cried Eric.
"From the words she said I believe
that she has enemies, and that she has
Fallen into their hands."
Well, sir, if you remember, she
kept saying that she was locked in a
room, and, perhaps, after all, she
wasn t right in her head."
Eric Brentwood's face was as white
is death, and he trembled visit ly.
Suddenly he exclaimed:
"That child is not insane! I won'i
riieve it! Neither will I Deifeve thai
ihe i3 married. There is some foul
play at work", and I mean to get at the
bottom of it. Describe the man and
woman to me and I'll give you a five
dollar bill."
"The man was of medium height,
with very dark hair, eyes and mus
tache. He looked like a gentleman,
from the clothes he wore down to his
boots. The lady had on a thick vail,
so I could not tell you what she looked
like, beyond that she was not very
short nor very tall, and rather slender.
He said that she was his sister. And,
by the way, he gave me ten dollars to'
pay for our trouble."
"Where did they come from?"!
asked Eric.
"From New York, he said, but they!
had taken a country house about ten
miles from here, and it was from there
the lady escaped, the night of that
terrible storm."
"Here, Jack, take this bill, and
some time I may need your services
toidentiy that man and woman."
"Why, sir!" exclaimed the gipsy.
"Do you still doubt that she is a
lunatic?"
"I do," he returned. "Andl mean
to prove that doubt. Something
within me, call it instinct or what you
will, tells me that the poor little girl
is in danger and needs a friend. I
mean , to find out who and what are,
the persons who have carried her'
away, when any one might know she
was in no condition to be moved.
There is a mystery connected with
that child, and I mean to solve it if it
takes me a lifetime," said Eric Brent
wood, in a solemn and agitat ed voice.
CHAPTER XVII.
"she has escaped!" ;
We will go back to the night of
Breta Danton's escape from the house
Df Nita. The raging of the tempest
utterly drowned whatever noise she
may have made. Nita was so fright
ened that wild horses could not have
dragged her from the corner where
she crouched in fear and trembling,
covering her eyes to keep out the
lightning. She gave no thought to
the girl upstairs, but all during the
night from the time the storm com
menced until it ceased she never
moved once from that spot. She sat
as if paralyzed, only showing signs of
life when a clap of thunder harder than
the rest shook the house. ,
But at last the storm came to an
end, as all things do. Then she rose
to her feet and went to the window to
peer out. Yes, it had even stopped
raining, and a stray star could be seen
here and there in the heavens. Satisr
fying herself that the danger was all
over, her thoughts turned to her pris;
oner.
"Uh!" she cried. "What a night 1
have put in! I wonder how that girl
stood it? I dare say she has fainted
from fright. I came very near it my
self. However, I must go up and see."
Taking the lamp in her hand, she
ascended the stairs, and, unlocking
the door, entered the room.
The first thing that caught her eye
was the strip of cotton tied from the
bedpost to the bureau, and, going
nearer, she saw that the window was
ap and that the carpet was soaked with!
rain. But where was the girl ? She
looked around, expecting to find her
crouching in some corner. The room
was empty. Then she realized the
situation for the first time.
"Jerusalem! She has escaped!" she
cried. 'Escaped on such a night as
we had ! What a nerve she must have !
But Carlos! When he hears of this!"
And she turns a shade paler as she
imagines his wrath. "But" with a
hopeful expression "perhaps she has
just made her escape, and I may be
able to find her. But nol If that was
the case the carpet would not be
soaked. She has been gone all night.
She took her chance while I was down
stairs, scared out of my wits. I wish.
I could overcome my terror of a storm;
but I can't, and that's all there is o
But won't Carlos be angry with me for
this night's work! What Bhan X ao.
she said as-ain and asain. "One thing
is certain, I must let him know. That'
all that I can do now. After all, I feel
half glad that she has escaped. IU s
pnly th fear of TVbat he vill oo that
OF. mi
makes ma shudder. I will send fca
i letter in the morning.
Closing the window she took up be
'amp and descended the stairs to hr
oom below, .where she immediately
found pen and ink and began the ie
'er, so she could mail it as soon as di.
oroke.
"I wonder where she went,"
kept saying to herself. "And sn
night I I wonder that she didn't c.
dead with fright. How could she p
ap the courage to go out in that sto.
Qh! No one could have induced i
to do it!"
And, with a shudder, she arose .
made ready to lie down until day?
when she must be up and doing.
CHAPTER XVIII.
ON MISCHIEF BENT.
Carlos Monteri called every morning
at the'postoffice to see if there were
any letters for him, and on the day fol
lowing Breta's escape he found one
awaiting him, in Nita's handwriting.
"Ah! What's up now, I wonder?"
he said half aloud.
As he found himself alone, he tore
open the envelope and began to read
the closely written lines.
"Well, of all things holy!" he ex
claimed. "A nice watch she has kept on
the girl ! I might have known the idiot
would have let her slip through her
fingers. I did not intend that she
should come to the front just yet. I
must try some means to prevent it. If
she has reached Brentwood Park, the
jig is up for Inez. I'll have to call on
her and tell her the news. My! But
won't she quake in her shoes!"
A half-hour later, Carlos Monteri as
cended the steps of Ravensmere and
sent his card up to Mis? Danton.
He had lost no time in making him
self known to Inez after finding out her
destination, and now he was a frequent
caller at Ravensmere as the friend of
Miss Danton.
She hastily descended to the drawing-room
upon receiving his card.
"Ah, you did well to make haste!"
he said to her. "I have bad news to
impart. Breta Danton has escaped."
"What!" she exclaimed, in sup
pressed tones.
"Yoi understood, did you not?"
"But how? You told me there was
no chance of her escaping."
"Well, that doesn't alter the fact in
the least. She escaped during the
storm the other night."
"What shall I do? Oh, what shall
I do? Carlos, you must help me."
'If she has arrived at iSrentwood.
rark, you have lost the game; but if
not, there still may be a chance for
you. The only way that I see out of
it is to trace her steps and find out
where she is; then we can better tell
how to get her into our power again."
"I will go with you, Carlos. I will
tell them here that I am going to see
iMrs. Brentwood, and you and I can go
to the place from which she escaped
and, at least, try to trace her. If she
has not made herself known at Brent
wood, I have no fear that we shall not
succeed."
"Would it not be safer for me to go
alone?" he asked.
"No, no; I must go, too. I want to
see her myself.aud have her put some
where that she cannot escape again in
a hurry."
"Oh, well, it doesn't make any dif
ference to me. Since you w ish to go,
tte at the station at three. Of course,
I will be there also. I leave you to
manage, so that no one will suspect
your destination. After all, this is
more your affair thau it is mine."
"Oh.Heaven!" exclaimed Inez, when
within the precinct of her own room.
"I will not be defeated! I will not
let that white-faced girl oust me from
all this wealth! Bah! I would kill
her first. I am not one to give up
without a struggle, and I'll find a way
to get her out of my path. Carlos is
of more use to me than I thought, but
bnce let me get Breta Danton in my
clutches and then, Mr. Carlos Monteri,
I can dispense with your services al
together." Having made all her arrangements
for her departure, three o'clock found
liter at the station awaiting the train.
She had sent the coachman home, tell
ing him that there was no necessity
for him to wait until the train started,
so there was no one to see her get on
the cars followed by Carlos Monteri.
Inez felt that she could not wait for
thfl train to reach her destination, so
eager was sno to get Breta Danton
within her power ero she made herself
known to Erio Brentwood and his
mother.
"The chances are," she said to Carlos,
"that, granting that she did not escape,
she lost her way. How could Bhe
know which way to go to get to the
park, especially on such a night aa
that. I feel that we shall find her."
'Bad for you, if you don't," returned
he, with o half -chuckle.
To be continued. J
How Envelopes Were Invented.
The invention of envelopes is within
the memory of middle-aged persons,
- - . . T". Til T T
and was tne result oi a jongajon Eng
land) stationer's endeavor to make his
btore look attractive. He took a fancy
for ornamenting his store windows
With high piles of paper, graduated
from the Highest to tne smallest size
in use. To bring his pyramid to a
point, he cut cardboard into very jnin-
nute squares. ae jaaies zoos, tnese
cards to be small-sized note paper,
and voted it .perfectly lovely." So
great was the demand that the station
er found it desirable to cut paper the
size i so much admired. But there was
the difficulty.
The little notes were so small that
when folded there was no space for
Jho address, so after some thought
tho idea of an envelope pierced the
stationer's brain. He had them cut
by a metal plate, and soon, so great
was the demand, he commissioned a
dozen houses to manufacture them for
him. From such small beginnings
came this important branch of the sta-
ry buMness.-The JnyentiTe Age,
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COUNTY, N. C THURSDAY, NOVEMBER
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JAMIE'S DINNER.
H BY COrFYN MOODY.
I.
N sore perplexity
Jamie Dngin
stood on the plat
form of a little
railroad station
far out in the
farming regions
of New Jersey.
He was pale,
thin little fellow
of fourteen years, although he looked
much younger than that. And he had
come from New York in order to buy
a turkey for Thanksgiving Day. Of
course he could have purchased one
in New York, but he had very little
money less than a dollar and a big
policeman had told him he could get a
turkey very much cheaper on a farm
than in a great city market.
Jamie lived with his mother and his
sister Mary, and the baby Sunshine,
in one of the great, high tenements ou
the East Side, where poor people have
their homes, and where they crowd in
such great numbers that they never
yet have been counted. His father
had been drowned at sea two years
previous, and to make matters worse
his mother was sick in a hospital, and
there was nobody to take care of the
little girls but himself. There was
nobody else at the railroad station,
but the conductor of the train had
told him that a man named Peter kept
a farm down the road, and that he
sold turkeys and chickens.
It was a long walk, a very long
walk, to Peter's farm, where the
turkeys were kept, and Jamie's feet
were blistered and sore by the time
he arrived. Hardly had he walked in
the front gate, however, when a great
black dog, growling and snapping and
showing his teeth, came bounding
across the dooryard. Of course Jamie
was frightened, and he climbed into
the branches of an apple tree as
quickly as if he were a monkey. The
little boy, trembling with terror above
in the branches, was. so intently
watching the dog that he did not no
tice the approach of a short, heavily
built man with bushy hair and a
thick, red beard, who kicked the dog
until the poor animal howled with
pain and slunk away. When the dog
really had gone, however, Jamie was
not so frightened, and he called out:
"Are you Mister Peter?"
"Yes, I am," the red-bearded man
answered, looking up in the tree.
Then he caught sight of the boy's torn
clothing and old shoes, and he flew
into a passion, shouting:
"Come out o' that, you young
tramp! Git down here quick, or I'll
tear the tree up by the roots and slam
ye down!"
"Is is this the way you treat all of
your customers?"
"What's that?" said Peter.
"Is this the way you treat all of
your customers? I came here to buy
a turkey."
"Oh, you did?"
"Yes."
"More like to sneak in the house
and steal something, you young vil
lain. Anyhow, there ain't no turkeys
for sale."
"Can't you let me have one?" asked
the boy.
"No," said Peter.
Jamie slid down to the ground and
stood silent for a moment, thinking
deeply. Then he spoke again:
"Does that lake out there in the big
field back of the trees belong to you?"
"Yes," said Peter; "but it ain't no
lake it's a duck pond.".
"Well, if I can't buy a turkey, can
I go fishin' there?"
"PishinM" roared . Peter, throwing
back his head and laughing until his
face was redder than his beard. "Fish
in' in the duck pond! Oh, dear, yes!
You're welcome to all the fish you
ketch there, and to all the turkeys
that bite your bait, too!"
"Can I, really?" the boy asked
again, and Peter replied:
"Yes, indeed!"
n.
Jamie went from the farm straight
to a store near the raiiroadwhere he
bought six fishhooks and a long line
and a bamboo rod. Then he purchased
some crackers and cheese for supper,
and before it was fairly dark he lay
fast asleep in the haymow of a barn
near by. Half an hour after he awoke
next ' morning he was sitting in the
branches of a tree on Peter's farm. He
had cut the fishing line into five pieces,
and on one end of each piece had fast
ened a hook baited, not with worm or
grub, but with turo or three kernel? of
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lie; .
corn. And the other ends of the five lines
were tied hard and fast to the pole, the
butt of which Jamie held firmly as he
sat up there in the tree. Jamie hap
pened to look far across the fields and
saw Peter and his wife and his son
drive off down tho road before he had
dared to try his plan. They were tak
ing the black dog with them, too, and
nobody was left at home.
There was a sudden tug at his pole,
so heavy that he was almost pulled
out of the tree. Theu there was an
other and another, until three turkeys
and two chickens were squawking and
flapping around on the ground, as if
they had suddenly gone crazy for in
swallowing a kernel of corn each one
of them had swallowed a fishhook.
Jamie improved the opportunity to
slide down to tho ground, still hold
ing fast to his pole. Then he wrung
the neck of one fowl after another and
tied them together, and, putting the
heavy weight on his back, started for
the nearest railroad station as fast as
he could go.
It was not very long after this that
a carriage pulled by two splendid bay
horses came down the road from the
opposite direction. A coachman sat
on the box, and within the carriage
was a lady dressed in black, which
made the gray streaks in her hair
look almost white. Her right hand
held a single white rosebud. She
had just placed others on a little grave.
Her only child her boy with golden
PBEPARIXG THE FIRST PURITAN FEAST.
hair and blue eyes. had been laid to
rest the day before Thanksgiving of
the preceding year.
Suddenly her carriage stopped with
such force that the hcrses reared, and
she heard her coachman ory out:
"Quit, Peter! Leave him alone!"
The lady hurriedly looked out of
her carriage and saw the chickens and
turkeys lying near the wheels. Yon
der a red-bearded man his face
bloodshot with rage, his lips moving
involuntarily, his great hands working
nervously stooped toward the road,
where lay a thin, pale, little lad, rag
ged, dirty, motionless; his eyes were
closed, his face was white, and above
his left temple was a mark getting
more and more purplish.
All this the lady saw in a single in
stant. Then she sprang from her
carriage, and with one bound was by
the boy's side. Her hand quickly tore
open his coat and shirt and felt his
heart beating.
"He's alive," she said quietly, look
ing up into the man's face, as he
straightened and trembled under her
steady gaze. "So it's probably a long
LAY A THE, PALE LITTLE LAD, BAG-
GED, DIBIT, MOTIONLESS.
term in the penitentiary you will get
instead of being executed. I will in
form my husband, the Judge, when
ho returns home this evening."
Peter, for he was the man, shivered
and choked as he tried to,rep"ly. But
the Judge's wife spoks ilfst.
"Quick!" she commanded, "lift the
child ioto my carriage, and lay him
24, 1899. .. NO. 13.
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STANDS THf- FARMERS COTTAGE- ALL AGLOW-
THEY'RE EATING ROAST TURKEY THERE.YQU KN0W,?
AND LOOKING FOR HOT MINCE- PIE- TO COME: J ,
MY! DONTYOU WISH THEY'D GIVE-YOU J0ME-?
'ru iT't LIUC lUPk! THP-FROST AMD FRUIT ARP Hi-fi C
eAND THE TABLE SMILES WITH A WEALTH OF CHEER, '
TO SIT IN THE FARMERS FEASTING R00M
on the rear seat where I can steady
himl"
iii.
When Jamie opened his eyes he was
somewhat surprised, for he lay on a
couch in a room filled with sunshine
and pictures and curtains, and a
beautiful lady was sitting beside him,
while two other ladies (only they wore
white caps and spotless,, cuffs) were
doing this and that about the room.
The boy's head was still somewhat
dizzy from Peter's cruel blow, so the
beautiful lady only smiled when he
said faintly, and asked anxiously:
"Where are they? Where are the
turkeys an' chickens? Oh, Mary and
Baby Sunshine won't have no Thanks
giving after all!"
Weak and half sick. Jamie sank to
the couch, and buried his head so the
beautiful lady wouldn't see him "cry
ing tears down his cheeks," as he
would have said. The beautiful lady
stroked his hair with her soft, whito
hand, and spoke to him soothingly, so
pretty soon he . ceased sobbing, and
told her alt about himself, and about
Mary and Baby Sunshrne waiting for
their Thanksgiving dinner, and about
his mother siok in the hospital up
town. Now, the beautiful lady was a very
Trise lady, and almost before Jamie
had finished she had ordered her car
riage in haste. Then she.directed one
of the maid servants to make ready to
Btart with her at once for New York,
and she ordered a man to accompany
them.
When they stepped out of the ferrv
house in New York Jamie and the
beautiful lady and the maid stepped
inside a carriage, while the man sat
outside next to the coachman, and
thus they were driven to the tenement
in Eldridge street, where Mary and
Baby Sunshine were waiting. Soon
after, the children sat down to such a
meal as the children had not eaten for
a long time. Before they had finished
the lady had found out just where
Jamie's mother was, and she wrote
her a letter saying she was going to
take the little folks out to her home
that '' night to spend Thanksgiving
Day and would bring them in town to
see her at the hospital the day follow
ing. She did all this, and more, too, for
Mrs. Dugin grew strong and well in a
few weeks, and as she had been a fine
butter-maker iu England before she
married her sailor husband the beau
tiful lady took her out to New Jersey
and gave her a little sottage to live in
on one part of her great estate. Dar
ing the summer Jamie helps take care
of the poultry there, but in the win
ter he and Mary attend the school
which the beautiful lady has started
for the children of her tenants. And
you may be sure that they and Little
Sunshine are having a much happier
Thanksgiving week this year than last.
hankSKiTinsr Celebration rrogramme.
How may Thanksgiving be cele
brated?. We will suggest a very
simple programme. It may be im
proved by the leader of the exercise.
First Song, "The Breaking Waves
Dashed High." (Mrs. Hemans' words
to the niusio of her sister, Miss
Browne) (Mrs. Arkwright). (Quartet
or chorus.) Second Prayer. Third
Reading of .the compact on the
Mayflower. Fourth Song, Keller's
"Arafcriian Hymn." Fifth Reading,
"That Gray, Cold Christmas Day,"
December 25, 16iC.
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THi BALLAD CP THE PRINTER MAN
Young Jenkins wa a printer man,
A likely youtb, but rash;
Uh thought ho ouht to sUIne in lite,
Aud triod to cut a -
IIa loved his muster's daughter; she
Adored hira, so Iio thougat.
Bat, obi the ways ol womankind!
His love it came to 0
H wrote a note, in wh'ch ne let
His tiotin? fancy ftlsk;
Bb-i cried, "O'i, wuat a risk tn rual
Ana wnat an "
How In the not he cried, "If you
Don't to niy Rifadin? liarlt,
1'j'diul l'il aid" butbho did not
His t
Ehn put fan noti straight In the Cre
Tne llnmH but s owly stole on;
Clio broke another coal in tiro,
Aud put a ;
A"d so the rote was burned, and she
Retired to bed, quite wearv;
jlpanwhile poor Jenkins waited for
. Tne ansvvcr to his ?
It never camo. Ills mind gave way.
And fairly went to racke's;
O ropH-eud t o tied round hi sack.
Tuo other round some
For once, although teetotal, ho
A'iOvveJ himself a drop;
A-l, q me cut u;, he, wutn out dow3,
Haii cuuia to a .
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PITH AND POINT,
S'aowmau "Have you founi me
leopard for the show yet?" genl
"No; but I've got ono spotted."-
Puck.
Passenger "What time do thcao
cars lenre this corner?" Coniluctor
"Quarter after, half after, quarter
to, aud at." Puck.
Maude "I firmly believe lb at we
should love o:tr enemies." Jack
"la that caa I declare war non you
at once." B.-ooklya Life.
It's curious thai the avera-;3 doctor
only speaks one lau-ua?e, despito tho
fact that he is familiar witU bj raau
tongues. Philadelphia EecorJ.
H asked her for a kiss. He too'c
A lot, d as pi co all t-lii joulJ say;
A'id yet she brought lilm not to uoo';,
For well she liked his taking w.n-,
I'd'.
v Philanthropist "Why tlon't yon
go to work? Labor ennobles a man."
Vagabond "Eat I am oppDsel to
tao nobility." Iluiaoristichc Blaet
ter. "And you broke ol tli3 eujaj
ment?" said one yoan.?vman. "ie3,
not brutally, you know. Bat I nm.
a?ed it." "HoV" "Told her wu.it
my salary i?."
"Don't you dare kiss me!" she
cried, warningly. "Why, I wasn't,
thinking of euch a thing," he eaid.'.
"Well, I wpp," sLe replied, fhiJy.
Philadelphia North American.
" 'It is woman's lot to euffer in si
lence :'- I wonder what is the origin of
that sentiment?" "Perhaps it's a
corruption of the truth that a silent
woman suffers a lot." Detroit Jour
nal. Mrs. Gobbs "I think it very
tt range that your friend Dob-is never
married." Mr. Gobbs "Oh, joit
!on't know Dobbs. He isn't - half
such a fool as ho looks." New York
Weekly.
"A man," she "ud, "never knows
when he is well oif." "True." he re
plied, "and it's a mighty fortuuata
thing for womeu who don't care to be
old maids that they don't." Chicago
Evening Post. 1
Mrs. Beenwed "I could never un
derstaud how Mrs. Spadeface man
aged to marry such a handsome man."
Mr. B3euwed "I should think you
would be able to figare it out from
your own experience." Columbus
(O'uio) Journal. .
Census Supervisor "You mist
hive taken the enumeration of the
peoplo in that Indian settlement very
care'easly. There are certainly many
more of them than you have printed."
Census Taker "Sare. I counted two
half-breeds as only one Injun."
"Well, here's another case of acci
dental shooting." "Too bad! 'I won
der why it is that peoplo will go oa
fooling with guns that they don't
know are loaded." "Ob, they knew
this one was loaded all right. It hap
pened at a French duel." Chici
Times-Herald.
H. Hain't lloinnn Koadf.
tip to the year 1824 the modem
roads of Great Britain were inferior
to those the Romans built prior 'to the
fifth century. Tho completo system
included six main roads from Loudon,
i with their branches, aud a perfect
i network of cross roads, measuring all
tcld some G003 mile?, and connecting
Edinburgh, Glasgow, Bath, Bristol,
Newcastle, Dovex and othe: points
still unoccupied by thriving towns.
The Roman roads wero narrow, but
built to last for-all time. The usual
j width wa3 about fifteen feet, the
; depth three feet. The bottom was
dug out and well rammec, a founaa
tiou of larger stones was laid in ce
ment and layers of smaller stones tap
ered off toward the top, which wa
laid crowning in the middle to shed
rain. Such cement as Romans used
made these roads practically solid
blocks of stone. ' -
Tiro Service Year.
A church in whicli only two ser
vices are held dnring the course of
any one year is a curiosity, yet such a
one can be found in the middle of a
large field near the village of Towton.
England. It was originally erected
as a memorial to Lord de Clifford,
who fell in tho battle of Towton in
1451. Services were instituted for
the purpose of praying for the repose
of his soul and those of his followers
, who fell in that historic battle. They
might havo been discontinued long
. ago did not the vicar of Ryihcr, in
whoso parish the church is situated,
receive the tithes from no less thao
one thoaaud and nine acres of land
1'iat arc del;cted to the UU1 sanc
tuai-y.
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