EVENING JOURNAL RUST Publishers. WAUKESHA, WISCONSIN. cliffe, Nottis, Eng. A man was plowting a field when a fox started up and bolted away. Every encouragement was given to the old vixon to return, but as he did not, and as the young foxes left there were nearly deud from cold, the man took the cubs to a c.at.
Tlie young foxes were put with the cat, and sho has attended them in a most maternal way. Orn Captain Bassett, the chief Doorkeeper in the Senate, is the man who knows which of the Senator's desks were used by Clay and Webster, and it is said no other person is in possession of the information. He thinks. it well not to swell the hands of the present Senators who put their feet under the historic fruiture. When the o'd gentleman passes away--and may that not to for many -he will probably leave the iuterosting secret among his papers.
ADMIRAL William Ilunsaker, of Auna, who has just returned from Pu1aski County, reports that a colored farmer who in that vicinity for years, is turning white. Tire first indication of the change was the appearance of white spots on his face. These hare grown until some of them are as A9 0 silver dollar, and they are still getting bigger. the rest of the man's face is a coal-black color, these white spots give him an odd, piebald appearance. His health is not alected by the color of his skin, and he is entirely unconcerned abont it.
A DECIDED change has taken place in the Siamese Government. The great office of second king has disappeared. The man who would hare been second king in the oid order of things is minister of finance under the new order. The dignity of crown prince has been created. The ministers of state no longer exercise their powerful functions in the priracy of their own palaces, but their offices are in the palace of the king, where they must meet every day, and the governors of the provinces, who were formerly quite indevendent, are brought into direct control of the central government.
ADMIRAL PORTER, of the United States Davy, has written paper for the Illustrated American dealing with the needs of the Davy of the United States. Admiral Porter does not take a 5 Ir 18 suggested that cellars may be ventilated by connecting them by pipe with the kitchen chimney, which will carry off the foul gases. SENATOR EDMUNDS is reputed to make $50,000 a year from his law practice. and it is said some of his arguments hare brought him $10 a word. AN enterprising showman has 'just been sentenced to two months' imprisonment at Rouen, France, for exhibiting a falso Angelus." Ho claimed that' it was the original by Millet, and that the one in America was a forgery.
A TRAMP piled a lot of ties on the Northern Pacific track, near Portland, Oregon, the other night, and then gave warning to an approaching train. He succeeded in being made a hero and in living high until close questioning elicited a confession. A WESTERN paper says the German language is fast giving way to English in parts of the West largely settled by Germans, because the base ball reports cannot be understood in the German Ian. guage, which has no equivalents for the technical terms used in describing the games. A GERMAN obsorver.
has come to the conclusion that the atmospheric conditions most fayorable to the spread of organisms in the air are dryness of soil, deficiency of snow and rainfall, existence of fogs and low clouds, and high barometer with little intermixture of air in a vertical direction. A CROATIAN girl has wounded in 3 duel, near Vienna, a young doctor who insulted her. They fought with foils. It is refreshing to hear now and then of girl who can take her own part and whose skill is not confined to painting daisies on satin which looks like yellow door-knobs in Elizabethan collars. A CENTURY ago the Duke of Grafton called up his who had won two important races for him, and said: "John Day, I have sent for you as I ani going to make you a present for your good riding.
There is £20 note for you, and I hope. you will not waste it." A modern jockey has received as much AS £3,000 for winning a siugle race. A PROMINENT attorney of Palatka, Fla, has in his possession very old and valuable law book. It bears the title of "A Collection of the Statutes of England Now in Use in North Carodina," and was printed in the year 1623. Among the enrions acts contained in this ancient document, and one which would be entirely nnuecessary the days, was "An act to avoid the double payment of debts." A SINGULAR incident occurred at Soar- colored view of the existing conditions of the nary.
In response to the ques, tion: "What does our navy need?" he says it would be more to the point at to ask: "What does our nary not need?" He believes that the navy, as now ex: isting, lacks almost everything essential to the protection of the vast interests of the United States and the enormous coast line which is constantly exposed to the possibility of attack. NEW YORK CITY has found out, after a three years' trial, that milk inspectors really iospect. The President of the Health Board of that city reports that the quality of the milk sold in 1889 improved forty-six per cent. over that of 1888 and sixty-four, per cent. over that of 1887.
The amount of milk brought into de a the city increased 2 from 226,525,400 quarts in 1887 to 680 in 1889 and of cream from 4,427,520. quarts to 5,4:36,680. Assuming that the' report of the improvement in the quality of the milk is correot, what a lot of water in the milk of 1897 and 1888 must have contained. There must be an overstock off water in the dairy counties of New York at present. STORMY times prevail in the little Canton of Ticino, the most diminutive of all the semi-independent states which constitute the Swiss Confederation.
short time ago the treasurer of the candisappeared with $100,000 of state funds. The radical opposition thereupon attempted to impeach the members of the local Government for crimi4 nal negligence, and assumed so threatening an attitude that the authorities deemed it prudent to call to arms the constabulary force of thirty gendarmes. Cowed by this display -of power, the radicals of Ticino are now appealing to the other states of the Swiss. Federation to rescue them from "the despotic' and iniquitous rule of a pretorian gov- A GAMBLER once objected to life insurance because, as 'he said, he didn't care for a game that one had to die to beat. Ordinary life insurance is that kind of game, but a physician, Dr.
Slocum, of San Antonio, Texas, has just gone to the grave with the distinction of having got the better of a smart life insurance company. Twenty-five years ago, while practicing medicine in Chicago, he was given up by the doctors as a hopeless consumptive. An insurance company in which he carried a $10,000 policy, believing that unless it could compromise it would be called on to pay the claim to his bereaved family, offered to give him $5,000 in cash if he would call it quite. The doctor accepted the offer, went down, South, invested the money profitably, and after twenty-five years has died -not of constimption, but of cancer of the stomach. Even so careful a concern 8 a life surance company.
with its cautious actuary and learned doctors, may! occasionally suffer, in common with the rest of us, from the inaccuracy of medical science. SINCE the close of the civil war many of the colored people of the South have prospered greatly and one case, at least, is on record where a former slave now a Senator supports his former mistress who is now a pauper: Although all over the South many wealthy colpored men are found, Texas is the p'ace which has witnessel their most siguali success. A Mr. Sylvester, of Galveston, is worth $330,000 and his wife employes none but white servants. Syl renter got his money by shrewd speculation.
Milton Sterreth, of Houston, is the possessor of an elegant mansion and extensive grounds planted with the finest shrubbery and flowers. He owns numerous plantations and. is worth $400,000. Senator C. N.
Burton, of Fort Bend County, is worth $300,000. At the close of the war when he was freed from slavery he acquired, by strict application to business, a small farm. This he has added to coustantly until he became wealthy. His old mistress became poor and when Mr. Burton was elected to the State Senate -lie sent her tack to her native State; Virginia.
For the past fifteen years he has. remitted $150 per month. Henry Black is worth half a million and another man named Green, of Pecos County, has $500,000 to his credit. Shorthand Language. "One col." be brusquely announced, as he entered a gents' furnishing store lon Broadway.
replied the girl in attendance, as she took down a collar and wrapped it up. "Much he queried, 09 he toyed with a silver piece. Quar. dol." she answered, as she gave him the change. he said, as he turned away.
"Tra-la," she replied, a3 she went back to finish waiting on an old man who had been looking at neck What sort o' language do yon call that?" he asked. "Shorthand, sir. "Oh, that's it? Sort o' saves vour breath, doesn't it "Well, I don't think I could ever get used to it at my age. don't express enough." "Why, land o' love. I want to say to you that I'll wear one of my suspenders around my neck for a tie hefore I'll pay fifty cents for such shoddy affairs these.
How could you express all that in three or four words?" "I can do it in one," she replied, How?" "Git!" And he N. Y. Sun. A BACKWOODS SUNDAY. A.
Described by Uhie P. Bead In the Arkansaw Traveler. A Sunday in the back woods of Tennessee, viewed by one whose feet rarely stray from the worn paths of active life. may hold nothing attractive, but to the old men and women- youth and maiden of the soil -it is a poem that comes once a week to encourage young love with its soft sentiment and soothe old labor with its words of promise. In the country where the streams are so pure that they look like strips of sunshine, where the trees are so ancient that one almost stands in awe of them, where the moss, 80 old that it is gray, and hanging from the rocks -in the ravine, looks like venerable beards growing on faces that have been hardened by Fears of trouble- such a country, even the most slouching clown, walking as though stepping over clods when plowing where the ground breaks up bard, has in his untutored heart a love of poetry.
He may not be able to read--may never have heard the name of a son of genius, but in the evening, when be stands on purple kuob," watching the soul of day sink out of sight in 8 far-away valley, he is a poet. When the shadow of Saturday night falls upon a back woods community in Tennessee, a quiet joy seems to lurk in the atmosphere. The whippoorwill'has sung unheeded every night during the week, but to-night his song brings a promise of rest. The tired boy sits in the door, and, taking off his shoes, strikes them against the log doorstep to knock the dirt out, and the cat that has followed the women when they went to milk the COWS, comes and rubs against him. The humming-bird, looking for a late supper, buzzes among the honeysuckle blossoms, and the tree-toad cries in the locust tree.
The boy to bed, thrilled with an expectation. "He muses: will see somebody On the morrow the woods are full of music. The great soul of day rises with A burst of glory, and the streams, bounding over the rocks or dreaming among the ferns, laugh more merrily seem to be brighter than they were Festerdar. Horses neigh near an old church and a swelling hymn is borne away on the blossom air. The plow-boy, sitting near the spring, heeds not the sacred music, but gazes inteutly down the shady" road.
He sees some one coming the flutter of a gaudy ribbon is thrilled. A young womau comes up the road, coyly tapping an old mare with a logwood switch. and eager lest some one else may perform the endearing office, he hastens to help the young woman to alight. He tries to appear unconcerned as he takes hoid of the bridle rein; but he stumbles awkwardly as he leads the animul towad the horse-block. When he has helped her down and has tied the norse it is his blessed privilege 1 to walk with the girl as far as the church door.
What's Jim. a-doin'?" ho asked as they walk along, under the embarrassing gaze of a score of men. yistidy; ain't doin' nothin' to-day." here to-day, I reckon," he rejoins. "No, to! preachin' at Ebeneezer." "What's Tom a-doin'?" "Went to mill yistidy; ain't doin' here do den I reckon." nothin', to-day." "He 'lowed mout, but I don't know whether he will or not." "What's Alf a-doin'?" ristidy; Cut ain't sprouts doin' an' nothin' to deadened treos to day, I reckon." "Yes, 'lowed lie was a comin' with Sue Prior." Anybody goin' home with vou, Liza?" "Not that I know of." Wall, if nobody else ain't spoke I'd like to go." see about it," she answers and then enters the church. He saunters off and sits down under a tree where a number of young men are wallowing on shawls, spread on the grass.
The preacher becomes warm in his work and the plow-boy hears him exclaim: "What can man give in exchange for his own soul;" but he is not thinking of souls, or of an existence beyond the horizon of this life; his mind is on the girl with the gaudy ribbon, and he is asking his heart if she loves him. The shadows are now shorter and hungry men cast glances at the sun, but the preacher, shouting in brokea accents, appears not to have reached the first mile stone of his text and it is evident that he started out with the intention of going a "Sabbath day's journey." One young fellow places his hat over his face and tries to sleep, but some one tickles him with a spear of grass. An old man who has stood it as long ns' he could in the house, and who has come out and lain down, gets up, stretches himself, brushes clinging leaf off his. gray jeans, trousers and declares: "A bite would hit me harder than a sermon writ on a rock. Don't see why a man wunts: to talk all day." you was mighty fond of preachin', Uncle Johu, some one remarks.
"Am, but I don't want a man. to go over an' over what he has already dna said. If my folks want in thar I'd mosey off home an' git suthin' to eat." "Good book says a man don't live by bread alone, Uncle John." but it don't say that he lives by preachin' alone, nuther. Hol' on; they are singin' the doxology now, an' I reckon she will soon be busted." The plow boy goes home with his divinity Uncle John's daughter. Reckon Jim will be at home?" he asks as they ride along.
mout be. Air you awful anxious to see him "Not so powerful. Jest lowed I'd asks I know who's yo' sweetheart," he BaVA after a pause. you don't." Bet I do." Who is it, then, Mr. Smarty?" Jones." "Who, him Think I'd have that freckled-face thing Wa if he ain't I know who is." "Bet you couldn't think 3 of his name in a hundred years.
"You mout think I can't, but I can." Wall, who, then, since you are 80 smart?" "Ho, I wouldn't Atcherson." speak to him if I was to meet him in the road." you'd speak to some people if you WAS to meet them in the road, wonldn't yon?" of course I would. "Who would you speak to "Ob, lots of folks. Did you see that bird almost hit me? she suddenly exclaims. "I reckon he lowed you was 8 flower." 1 he didn't, no such of thing. You ought to be ashamed of vo'se'f to make fun of me thater way." wa'n't makin' fun of you.
Ho. if I you it wouldn't be good for was ter ketch anybody makin', fun of would you do "I'd whale him." "You air awful brave. ain't you?" "Never mind whut I am; I know that if any man was to make fun of you he'd hare me to whup." A number of people bure stopped at Uncle John's house. They sit in the large passageway running between the two sections of the log building, and the men, who have not heard the sermon, discuss it with the women who were compelled to bear it from halting start to excited finish. The sun is ing out in the fields and the June-bugs are bnzzing the yard.
It is indeed a day of rest for the young and old, but is it a restful time for the housewife? Does that woman, with flushed face, running from the kitchen to the diningroom and then to the spring-house for the crock jar of milk, appear to be resting? Do the young men and women that are lolling in the passage realize that they are making a slave of her? Probably not, for she assures them that it is not a bit of trouble, yet when night comes--when the company 13 goneshe sinks down, almost afraid to wish that Sunday might never come again, vet knowing that it is the day of her heavy bondage. Old labor has soothed and young love has been encouraged, but her trials and anxieties. have been more than doubled. It is night and the boy sits in the door, takiog off his shoes, o- morrow hie must go into the hot field, but he does not think of that. His soul is full of a buoyant love -buoyaut for the girl with the gaudy ribbon has promised to be his wife.
An Important Official. zine work is called the "reader." To him is submitted all manuscripts sent for publication, and his opinion of their merits largely influences the editorial decision. The editor may occasionally. read some of them. but he has little time for such work; 80 the manuscript under consideration goes first to oue reader, and then to another, and perhaps a third.
They do not sit together like a legislative committee, or a jury. They may not be known to each other; but the editor receives from each a written opinion about the article, in which is embodied usually graphic description of its plot, style, and various qualities, together with an account of its upshot or conclusion. With these documents in hand he can decide whether he wishes to use the article, and decide intelligently without having read himself a paragraph of it. If he has, as it frequently happens, a marked division of opinion to reconcile, he may allot it to a "special" reader, stating or withholding, as he chooses, this fact; or he may think it important enough to dip into it far enough to see for himself why any difference in judgment should exist. But whatever: is done, he is.
himself tlie court of appeals, and no doubt balances sometimes by a mere ounce of evidence or. persuasion the fate of the article. This cureful scrutiny is observed mainly when manuscript is submitted by writera unknown to fame. When a story comes from the pen of 8 weli-tried author, the 1. reader's unction is merely formal, as the editor has committed himself in advance to 11se the story ordered, and knows its writer's name alone will make it successful.
The reader calls at the office for his bundle of manuscripts to read, or has them sent to him. But he keeps as "shady" as a detective, and makes quite as many discoveries as one. of that fraternity does. Many articles sent for inspection have no merit whatever, and are not even bared to presentable form; for there is a mass of would-be writers. always arising who do not consider authorship a profession, and who suppose that ink and paper being given, they can surely prepare what the editor is eagerly waiting for.
It is only the writer who does and can get his work printed, who feels any doubt of his One Way Out of It. Mr. Sampson (to Parson Johnson)What am de meaning ob de commandment dat says something 'bout not coveting de belongings ob yo' neighbors? Parson Johnson--It means prezactly what is writ. If yo' neighbor's got some yaller-dog pullets yo' don't wan't for to covet 'em. Mr.
Sampson -But s'posen yer neighbor's got a likesome danghter, am it a sin to covet dat er gal? Parson Johnson -I done tole yo' dat Fo' doesn't to coret uufin' belongin' to yo' neighbors. Mr. Sampson- -Well, s'posen dat man lubs his neighbor's daughter 80 berry much dat he can't help coretin' her, what's a pusson gwine to do to get ober dat coretous feelin', eh? Parson Johnson -Marry de gal, ob St. Louis Star Sayings. Johnny's J'rayer.
4 few months, and she was getting in the Sister Lizzie was to be married in a interval of leisure by preparing for the ceremony in the way of dress by experimenting on her family in the cooking line. Little John was going to ers bed, and went through usual prayup to the point of saying, "Give us this day our daily when some depressing memory. struck him and he added. "But don't let Lizzie pake Times. WHEN a man succeeds in saving 000 he regards himself as a rich man, but after that he gets poorer all the time.
-Atchison Globe. School Compositions. A renerable merchant in the city of New York said lately, "I have gone in my life, but the most painful, I think through many humiliating experiences was sitions when I was a school-boy. How my eftort to write essays compomany hours I have sat, pen in which hand, staring at the sheet of paper theme- on or was or 'The written the given "My I mind used to was ask, was there no textas blank as the paper. book Why, to teach me how to write! Everything else was taught in books; why not the art of expressing our thoughts in words!" Perhaps many school-boys, ask once the each same week, they sit vainly groupdespairing question now as, ing for ideas and words to make up the composition" exacted by their ers.
Grammars, spellingrhetorics they have in plenty to teach them how to, write properly, that is, how to marshal the words; but when they look into their brains, there are no ideas there to put into words! We would whisper a suggestion that the reason of this failure is that the themes usually chosen by boys and girls are unfamiliar and above their reach. What boy of ten has meditated on "Liberty" or "The Franchise," or what do little American girls know of the Italian palaces, or nightingales, or larks concerning which they are apt to write verses and tales? No mun or woman can write strongly or nobly of a subject of which he or she knows LEt nothing; how much less likely then is a child to do it? Let John or Jennie, sentenced to "write a composition" for next week, take some mutter which is perfectly familiar and also interesting to of foot-ball, "the peculiarities of their pet horse or dog, or some subject of village or school dispute, and candalyset If down they their hare secret any common- opinions sense, imagination, feeling or any intellectual talent, it will be manifested on this well-known ground. The scholar will thus unconsciously learnt to expross himself simply and forcibly, upon every-day matters, which he may never be upon in after life to write for publication, will always be an invaluable power to him. The owner and publisher of one of the largest newspapers in this country. a man of extended knowledge, great shrewdness and skill in managing men -wished, few rears ago, to write a dozen lines for his own paper upon a business matter.
He was obliged to hand them to an editor to put them into shape, observing, "One must 'learn how' even to speak Our boys and girls would learn how to speak- much more quickly if they spoke only of matters which they already thoroughly understand. Youth's Companion. Three Statesmen Disappointed. What a Boy Does. When Col.
Turner, of St. Thomas, was married at Somerset, some rears ago, the then First Assistant Postmuster General, Col. Stevenson; ConNick" Bell alias Bellgressman Rogers, of -Arkansas, and Superintendent of Foreign Mails, were among the Washington people invited to be present at the ceremony. They met on the train and all wont well until they reached Brandy Station, six miles north of Culpepper. They were gazing at the Virginia scenery and talking politics, when the train slowed up: the conductor velled: Brandy! The three statesmen jumped up.
What's that?" said Col. trying to be calm. "Hit! Listen!" whispered Judge Rogers, with repressed emotion and his hand to his ear. "He said Brandy, didn't he?" asked "Nick" Bell. eagerly.
velled the brakeman the other end of the car, and the statesmen, with on combined and fervent riled out orer each other on the platform and into the "Where is it?" asked "Nick." excitedly, when they found" the station agent. Where's what raid the agent. Brandy, of course," replied the Colonel, emphatically. "This is it," said the agent. politely.
said Col. Bell, looking around. this is Brandy asserted the agent, positively; and the three statesmen looked at the agent and at each other, then sadly filed back into the car. It is one of the of course, now told on these good men for the first time. Washington Cor.
N. Y. Tribune: He comes out at the front door, bright and happy. 'He comes out for no particular reason, says the Washington Capitol, save that lie wants to be moving about. He is full of physical action, and he must get some of it out of him before bed-time he won't be fit to sleep.
He doesn't know this with his bead, but his body knows for, after, all; the body does a good deal of its own thinking. independently of what we call consciousness. He stands on the step and looks up and down the street. He doesn't know what he is for looking anything. for.
Indeed he is not looking He just looks with a sort of undefined hope that he will something suggestive to bit of what see to goes do. to He the gate, jumps down the steps and makes a few hangs on it' a moment, as nobody a sounds with his voice such nobody else but boy can make, and They don't mean would make if he could. boy. them As because- if well, becanse he is a anything. He makes something to he bad suddenly thought of oven and rushes do, the bangs the gate the street, down the middle of But lie has yelling like a young Indian.
something not suddenly thought of that because to he do. He has simply done thing to do, and must do think something. of anycouldn't at Then he picks up a stone a dog, and fires it hits the and mark. cringes Ho and feels sorry if aurt the dog. He throws want to doesn't because he the dog and the stone the ure there, and it is handy to stone do so.
For a few seconds he stands and looks up into a tree at nothing. Then he breaks' into a run again, and suddenly sits down on the carbstone as if he had accomplished something and was: content. 3 Numerous Occupations. Romance of an Umbrella. A Kansas gentleman sends to the Companion a report in of a a conversation recently overheard several Western were comparing: notes on their different kinds of work.
It soon came out that nearly the every State one. present had been born in of Vermont and "raised" farm. But after going West they had all engaged. in various occupations. man said: "I went into real estate; then sold out and tried clerking on a Mississippi steamboat; then went into the cattle business, and tired of it packed up my goods and, settled on went.
claim in Nebraska; quit that, and to Texas to do business in a feed store; from there I went on to the road for boot and shoe firm, and just now I'm in a the livery business." "That's nothing." said another. "I've been a school-teacher, a postmaster, preacher, a lawyer, a blacksmith, notary public, a store-keeper, of a schools, sheriff, a county superintendent farmer." 3. There was a silence till another mani cigar manufacturer and a remarked that he had left the printed list of his accomplishments and occupations at home, because it was too bulky to carry around, but if with he a remembered college right the list began president and ended with member of the legislature. At this point two or three men marked that it was getting rather close: in the store; they guessed they would go man edged up to the door and said in a home, and they went out. Another lazy tone that he thought his experience would beat the lot for variety.
Some one asked him to tell it, and he said: "I began life as a baby. From that I grew into 8. boy. While I was a boy I went to school, clerked in a drug store, worked on a farm, had my arm broken in two places in a saw-mill, taught the district school one term, and: sung in the rillage choir. "When I grew up I served as apprentice to a tailor in Boston.
but at the end of six months ran away to sea, and. went around the world three times. At the end of my last voyage, I bought. ticket for Texas, and went onto ranch, where I stayed two vears. I then had an offer to edit the Weekly Blizzard, and he'd the position just one week, when the Government offered me: a place as Indian agent.
"After serving a year at that 'I went into the mining business in Colorado, and made two hundred thousand dolJars in six months, I went to Sad. Francisco, and invested my: fortune ins real estate. The investment was unfortunate, for in less than month I lost every cent of it, and was obliged to seek work as a day laborer on a railroad. "I worked up from brakeman to gineer, and then in a collision broke: 10 leg had to go to a hospita'. While there I studied medicine, andi when I got out I took to practicing, and was quite successful until I treated! 1 small-pox atient for erysipelas.
Then I decided to go to preaching, and? got on well at it for several But the pay was not very regular, and I quit to go into a dentist's office and-" It was very quiet in the store, and: the man who had had such a varied experience, said soltly, gentlemen," and went out. He WAGE the wag of the town, though the strangers did not know it: but his story wat a good comment on the number of occupations that A some Western men. "Perhaps there is no such thing as fate, but I'm blessed if I don't it," remarked Fiske. of Luzerne, N. to a Phiiadelphia Press reporter.
"We had a wedding up our way, in which Jerome Wood and Miss Annie Hodgson the leading parts. In 1887. Miss whileworking in an umbrella factory at Sheffield, England, wrote her name and address, just for fun, on the inside of an umbrella which she had just completed. "The umbrella was p'aced in: the stock, and, with hundreds of others, shipped to the United States. It was purchased by Mr.
Wood. He carried. it the for several'weeks before discovering name on the inside. Then he wrote to letter, the young lady and she auswered the' The correspondeuce thus started was came to continued until the young lady' this country and took up her residence in Troy, where she assumed the position "of housekeeper for her brother. some time she went to Palm10 er's the Falls and then to Racquette Lake, Adirondacks, where she was that employed Mr.
in a hotel. It so happened. Wood was emploved on the lake sheet also, of and water it was on that lovely that the two first mot. has They fell in love at once, and. the knot is now been tied and the honeymoon.
being enjoyed." She'd lad Experience: Charles, Wife (to this newly is made husband)-Now. while our honeymoon andi it lasts we must contrive to extract all the sweetness we can out of it. We must remember life is short and. honeymoons are shorter. My Newly dear, Made let us hope Husband.
(interrupting) there. perch upon our banner and will that stay Charles, Wife this looking at him this is your first pityingly)line while, I may as well confess you better that it is my third; and I'm the judge. the A sky, BLACK "The thundercloud had obscured. ing, a other day it was little girl, "and now it's. birds; A GOOD many people are like the before they they are have to eat their cherries.
them. ripe in? order to get A MAN morbid tioneer. -Harvard tastes- Lampoons The 1..
