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T H E M O N T A N I A N WERE TOLD OF DEATH Published every Frlduy lit Choteau, Teton County, Montana. s. m . coKSON, Editor. O F F I C I A L I ’A l ‘ KK O F T E T O X COUNTY Protection and Reciprocity 2 C Silver and Gold, óSth. FRIDAY, OCTOBER 1, 1S07. NORTHWEST NOTES. An inch of snotv fell at Cortez, Nev., last Monday. A Reno, New, Justice married thre< couples of California people Monday, They had all been through the divorc« mill. A. TV7. Phillips, formerly publisher ol the Central TVyoming News, has been appointed oil inspector for Converse county, TVyo. White Sulplier Springs, Mont., has succeeded in disposing of S30,000 in bonds, the proceeds of which will he used to construct waterworks. Julius Cannon, aged 17, ran away from his home at Stevensonvillc, Mont., nhd started on horseback for Georgia, but was caught by officers and taken back. Two murders, two accidental deaths, one suicide and two attempts at suicide, is a pretty good record for Butte, Mont., to make for itself iu twenty- four hours. Jim Toddkill and wife of Antelope valley, Nev., are very ill, the lattei especially so and not expected to live. A physician from Plaeerville has gone to their place to attend them. Returns from a fourteen-ton ship ment of ore from the Elk Horn claim in Whisky park, which was shipped from Rawlins, Wyo., several weeks ago, netted 8100 per ton. The East Bannock News Letter, pub lished iu ISO.'), was the first Montana paper, and the press upon which it printed has been presented to the state historical society. C. P. Turner, superintendent of the nickel mines, 45 miles from Lovelock, Nevada, fell 75 feet down the shaft and received serious injuries that may re sult fatally. The Thomas Cruse wool, from Mon tana, consisting of three season’s clips and amounting to nearly 500,000 pounds was sold to a San Franoiseo buyer. It is said that the pi-iec paid was 15 cents. George Paymal, foreman of the Eureka cyanide plant, was badly burned at the works in Nevada by an explosion which occurred in a cru cible as a melt of slag was being made. Paymal was badly burned and injured in the face and upper part of the body by flying fragments of molten metal, ¿luch of the metal penetrated the skin Un(i had to he picked out by the physi cian. U'iTiry Altenbrancl of New York, ar rived on Thursday at Manhattan, Mont., to look after the interests oi the Manhattan Brewing company, of which he is president. Mr. Alten-- brand has been advocating the erection of a sugar beet fa c t o r in Gallatin county for some time past, and if he does not succeed in getting someone else to build one, will, if he can get sufficient assurance from the farmers of Gallatin o >unty that they will raise beets, enter into the enterprise upon his own responsibility. A ghastly sight met the eyes of train men near Church Buttes on Sunday morning, last and for a few minutes all hands were at work gathering the rem nants of a human being that had been run over by a freight train. The head and face of the man were crushed beyond all human semblance, and it was only by letters in his possession that his identity was learned. Ilis name was found to be John Jones sheep foreman for Carl Spinner of Green River, Wyo., and for many years previous in the employ of II. C. Shurt- liH of Evanston. It appears that the unfortunate man felt from the top of the moving train and landed squrcly on the rails, the entire string of cars passing over his body and completely severing his head. “ Fighting Steve” a notorious charac ter at Butte, made a murderous assault on his mistress, Mrs. Burns, the 19th. He was beating her on the head with a slug shot when an officer appeared and placed him under arrest. It is understood that the Montana Coal and Coke company of Ilorr, Mont., contemplate .the erection of 50 more coke ovens in order to utilize all the coke that can bo taken out by con tinued work, the miners now being employed but four days a week. T. C. Bach, attorney for the Ilelena Water and Electric company in Mbn- tana, paid to Finlay McRae, clerk of the District court, 819,235.89, being the 'full amount,of damages adjudged to be due from the company to owners of property above the canyon,Ferry dam. Word was received Saturday last from Chief Surgeon Galbraith o f the Union Pacific that the condition of D. E. Jor dan, yard master at Laramie, is not ' improved, nnd that there is little hope of his.recovery. He is now in the com pany hospital at Omaha. IM P ENDING C A L A M I T Y F O R E W A R N S TH E SENSE'S. V ictim o f tlio F u r ls F I r o \Who JDroameil o f H e r F r i g h t f u l D o o m — P r e s id e n t L in c o ln Saw Ills O w n A s s a s s in a tion LU u u e d W h i l e l i e S lep t. ROM the New York Herald: There is a very interesting paper on presenti ments— suggested, of course, by the terrible Paris fire— in that staid and reliable periodical, the Journal des Debats. It is from the pen of Henri whom there is no greater authority on matters relating to hallucination, second sight, obses sion and kindred subjects. First the fact is noted that Mme. Julie Garivet, one of the victims o f the fire, had a clear presentiment of her death. When she bade her friends good- by on the morning of the fatal day it was evident that she never expected to see them again. She said that during the night she had suffered from a frightful nightmare, and that she had dreamed of being burned alive. Equal ly singular was the recent experience of a Parisian doctor. This gentleman was taking a walk one afternoon when suddenly the thought struck him that his house might catch fire during his absence. There was apparently no rea son why any such accident should take place; nevertheless, the doctor hurried home, and, sure enough, as he ap proached the dwelling he saw volumes of smoke pouring from one of the chimneys. Rushing in, he found that ithe flue in the room adjoining his own had caught fire. Thanks to his pre sentiment, he was soon able to quench the flames. The Annaies des Sciences Psychiques recounts two similar examples of ex ceptional value. President Lincoln, it says, had an unerring presentiment that he would be assassinated. Dur ing the night preceding his death he dreamed that he walked down a flight of stairs which were draped with black cloth. When he asked the cause of ‘this mourning he was told that the president of the United States had been killed at the opera house. He told !Mrs. Lincoln of his dream, and she begged him, but in vain, not to go to the theater that evening. He smiled at her fear and went calmly out to meet his doom. The second story recalls the myste rious tragedy of Louis II of Bavaria. This mad monarch threw himself in to Stornberg lake, which surrounded his palace, and dragged down to death with him his physician, Dr. Von Gud- den, who had plunged into the water in the hope of saving him. Now, a few days before his death, Von Gud- den had dreamed that he was strug gling in the water while vainly try ing to save another man from drown ing. He told his wife about the dreaffi and after his death she told the story to the Anthropological society of Mu nich. Equally singular are the stories told about Mr. De Lcrizolles. This gentle man was recently crossing a mountain p.t a little distance from his home when he suddenly received, as It were, a se vere shock, which plunged him into the deepest melancholy. He felt as though he had been struck by a clinched fist, and for a few minutes his anguish was extreme. His first thought was that some terrible calamity had happened to him or his family, and that he would hear of it on his arrival at home. He was right. Hardly had he crossed the threshold of his homo when he received a dispatch announc ing the death of his father. On another occasion Mr. De Le- rizolles was traveling with his wife, and she remarked one morning that she had not been able to sleep during the night, as she had constantly be fore her eyes her dear friend, Mme. De B., who, according to the vision,seemed to be dying. As Mme. De B. was sup posed to be in excellent health. Mr. De Lerizolles assured his wife that there was no significance in her waking dream. But his wife would not be con vinced, and, indeed, a letter came in a few days telling them of Mme. De B.’s unexpected death. Eight hundred cases, somewhat sim ilar to this last one, are recorded In a book published some time ago in Eng land. In each case some person saw a ghost or apparition of some living relative or friend at the precise mo ment when this relative or friend was on the point of dying. If it were not for a presentiment Mo zart would probably never have com posed his immortal “ Requiem.” . One day, while he was sitting alone, lost in a melancholy reverie, a stranger en tered the room, and, laying a hand some sum of money on the table, re quested him to compose a \Requiem” in memory of a dear friend who had just died. Mozart agreed to do so, and he began work at once. Night and and day he labored with extraordinary zeal, until, finally, his strength gave way and he became 111. When his wife tried to cheer him he said brusquely, \It’s no use. I composed that ‘Re quiem’ for myself and it will be played at my funeral.” Nothing could rid his mind of this idea. Nay, he was even convinced that the stranger was a vis itor from the other world, who had come to warn him of his approaching end. So he worked at the “ Requiem” until it was finished, but when the stranger came for It Mozart was dead. One of the highest shot towers in the world is to be found at Villach in Corintliia, where there is a fall of 249 feet. De Parville, than ’ SCIENTIFIC E A TIN G . To eat that which tastes goocf re gardless of its dietetic value is the only guide which too many follow in the selection of their daily food. '- That there are ingredients in some foods that are much more appropriate than others for the uses of persons who fol low certain occupations, has probably never occurred to them. * The man who eats three meals a day whether lie craves them or not, merely because he has been accus tomed to do so from his youth up, probably does not realize that he is do ing more than his duty by his digestive powers. He has never realized, be cause he has never tried, the benefits of abstinence, and- would no more miss a square meal than he would forego any other reasonable pleasure that came In his way. Whoever eats until there is a feeling of sluggishness and drowsiness suc ceeding the act is, and, very likely, un consciously, overtaxing his physical nature. The fact is that almost all persons not only eat too much, but they do not select those foods that will do them the best service. Those who are inclined to take' on flesh are very1 often inordinately fond of sweet and starchy articles of diot, and these are, as a matter of course, the very things which they ought to use with the utmost caution. Such persons would be greatly benefited by a diet such as has been prescribed by some of the most eminent medical and scientific experts, and which is to be tried in some of the argicultural col leges by the students themselves in or der to test the question practically, and upon those who are intelligent enough to follow out and see for their own satisfaction what will come from a strict adherence to rules. It has been tested and proven paqt a shadow of controversy or dispute that to frequently abstain from a regular meal is to give the digestive organs a much needed rest and to allow the system to clear itself of a great amount of waste matter. Those who doubt this might for experiment’s sake try the following diet and see if their bodily and mental condition is not greatly improved by the regimen: Bread, 16 ounces; potatoes, 16 ounces; milk, 28 ounces; butter, 2 ounces, and steak fourteen ounces. Eggs and soup are to be used as a variety. Very few people realize the fact that water is one of the most important Items In a general diet. Most people consume too little fluid, and the con sequence is a feverish state of the blood and general irritability and un easiness. Attempts at strict dieting often proves a failure because the ap petite leads the subject so far afield. The goodies of life are too tempting to be resisted, and all efforts come to naught. Even babies and small chil dren cry for candy and cake and tarts, and because their mothers and nurses are sometimes weak and indul gent the little ones suffer. Electric Fow cr In Africa- Attention was recently called in this column to the proposed use of the cat aracts of the Nile for the generation of electric power. At a meeting of the Institution of Civil Engineers in Lon don a short time ago, Professor Forbes reported that he had been consulted about another similar enterprise in the “ dark continent.” This was a proposi tion to employ the Victoria Falls of the Zambesi river in supplying electric power to the gold mines in Matabele- land and the Transvaal.He thought the scheme was not so chimerical as it had at first appeared to him. In his opin ion “ the distance over which power might be profitably transmitted by electricity was not far short of 1,000 miles.\ Great Sclieme. “ By next spring,” said the wild-eyed Inventor, “I shall be rich beyond the imaginings of paresis. I am going to Klondike”— “ So are a lot of other people.” “ That is where my fine work comes in. I have almost perfected a process for making gold edible.”—Indianapolis Journal. U o Could Vote* Voter—I challenge Shamus Macfogar- ty. He’s no dimmycrat. Chairman—Give in yer ividence. Voter—His wife borrows butter ol Mrs. Robinson, a republican. Chairman—But I hear she never pays it back. Yer all right, air. Macfogarty. Ye can vote.—Boston Transcript. T h e r e W n a- “ Is there anything nice in belts for this season?” inquired the customer. “Yes, sir,” replied the pretty sales girl, incidentally blushing. “What size, please?”—Chicago Tribune. FIGS A N D T H ISTLE S . Strong judgment is a strong friend. Courage will bridge the chasms of life. ‘ An ounce of comfort is worth a ton of style. Satan cannot down you without you help him. Heaven sets lofty ladders for all that will climb. Wealth is too poor to purchase wis dom or purity. There are no big words in the ser mon on the mount. Coming close to Christ, brings men close .to each other. The best thing to do, is to do well whatever God gives us to do. POLLY’S LODGES. T was a beautiful . August morning— one of those deli cious summer mornings, when the air is full of melt ing blue light, and the leaves flutter softly and the very brown sparrows dart in and out un der the eaves in an ecstacy of tiny delight. And the gold en darts of sunshine, peeping through the shabby brown moreen curtains at No. 19 Darrel street, made a little aureole of brightness around Polly Hopkins’ brown braids, as she sat with the account book in her lap and the top of the pencil between her teeth. “Thirteen,” said Polly, indistinctly, on account of the pencil, “and three are sixteen—and three are nineteen! Three and three are six—and thirteen are nineteen. That’s all I can make of it, do what I will! Oh. dear!” “Polly, what a noise you are mak ing!” said a gently reproachful voice from the adjoining room. “ How do you suppose I can get a divine repose Into my ‘Evangeline’s’ face if you keep on chattering so?” Polly rose up, stowed the pencil, be hind her ear, took the account hook under her arm and went into the other room, where Miss Musldora Hopkins, her elder sister, stood before an easel, with her yellow hair coiled carelessly around her head and her slim, pretty form enshrouded in a brown linen painting blouse. And at one glance it was easy to see that in the Hopkins family Musidora represented the ideal and Polly the practical. “Musidora,” said the little brown- :heeked, brown-eyed maiden, “ Is there any chance of your getting a purchaser for that picture on exhibition at Mon roe’s?” “I don’t know, I’m sure,” said Musi- 3ora, stepping back a pace or two to abtain a better view of “Evangeline’s” aose. “Because, if there isn’t,” added Pol- .y, desperately, “we can’t pay the rent —that’s all.” “Polly,” said Musidora, in despair, \no one can hope to be a genius with such a sister as you. To conceive a grand idea one’s mind must he entire ly at ease. To portray that Idea one must be' free from every lurking care.” “But the rent must be paid,” per sisted Polly. “Sell something, then.” “But what?” “The little silver teapot.\ “I sold that last week,” sighed Pol ly. “The barometer.” “That is already offered in Schnei der’s window.” \Aunt Janet’s gold beads.” “We paid the grocer yesterday with Aunt Janet’s gold beads.” “Well—something then—anything, 1 don’t care what. Didn’t that old lady decide to take the furnished room up stairs?” Polly shook her head dolorously. \There are so many furnished rooms to let,” said she. “Well, then, we had better sell the furniture,” said Musidora, frowning at her palette. “But—don’t be vexed, Musidora, aft er we’ve eaten and drank and lived that out.\ “ Then,'” said Musidora, tragically, “we’ll starve! At all events, Polly, leave me in peace now until I’ve dreamed out ‘Evangeline’s’ face.” And Polly trudged downstairs, saying to herself: “I wish I was a genius like Musidora. Geniuses don’t feel care and debt and poverty like other folks do.” Just as this fancy was passing through her head, she found herself face to face with a stout gentleman in gray, with a ruddy face and a clear blue eye. “ Hello, little girl,” said he, good hu- moredly, “ don’t run over me! Where’s the woman of the house?” “I am the woman of the house.” said Polly, with dignity. “ You?” said the middle-aged gentle man. ‘‘Whew-w-w!’ Beg pardon. I’m sure; hut the sign on the door ----- ” “A furnished room to let,” said Pol ly, eagerly. “ Quite right, sir; would you like to look at it?” “I don’t mind,” said the gentleman. \Is the house quiet? Any other lodg- erB?” “ The house is very quiet, sir,” said Polly. “And there’s only one old lady who is quite deaf and rather near sighted and only goes out on Sundays —Mrs. Jenks, her name is.” “ That will suit me to a T,” said the stout gentleman, surveying the neat little room, with its pale green carpet, its suite of cottage furniture and the water color drawings on the wall, “ and I like the room. It seems clean and cool, and its windows open to the south. I like a southern aspect. It’s as jgood for people, as it is for peaches!. Ho.w much a week? In advance, of. course?” “Five dollars, sir,” ’ said Polly, ex pectantly. “It’s a bargain,” said thè stout gen tleman, pulling out a bill. “Here’s the first week. My trunks will come this afternoon. Please send up towels aud hot water at once.” Polly went down stairs, secretly wonilering what she should do. “ He wants towels and hot water,” said she to herself, “and I’ve no maid to send with ’em. Very well! Lodg ers don’t grow on every hush. I’ll be the maid.\ ' And Polly tied a great checked ging ham apron above her dress, obscured her head and face in a Shaker bonnet, gave the end of her nose a dab with the stove blacking and went upstairs again with half a dozen clean towels over her arm and a pitcher of het water I In her hand., “ Please sir,\ said she, trying to talk through her nose in imitation of the • maid servant next door, who was trou bled' with catarrh, “ here’s the thing/.” “Ah!” said the stout gentleman, who stood'von the hearth with his back to the place where the fire would have been, if there had been any fire. “Put ’em down, my good girl. I say.\ “ Sir?\ “What’s the name of your mistress?” “Which, sir?” “Are there two of ’em?” demanded the stout gentleman. “ Oh, yes, sir. There’s Miss Musidora Hopkins—she’s a great genius and paints pictures. And there’s Miss Polly, that ain’t a genius and keeps house,” answered the “sol disant” domestic. “And which of ’em showed me up here?” ‘‘That was Miss Polly, sir.” “ Ah! the one that ain’t a genius.” “ Yes, please, sir.” “ She’s a pretty girl, anyhow,” said the stout gentleman. \You may go now, Betsy.\ And Polly scudded out of the room like a mouse from a trap. Musidora was still dreaming in front of the unfinished canvas, when her sis ter darted in, waving a crumpled bank note in the air. “ Polly,” said Musidora, “ what is all this about?” “We’ve got a lodger,” said Polly, tri umphantly. “The furnished room is let, and here’s the first week’s pay in advance, and we can settle our rent now! Three cheers for the new lodg er!” And Polly spun around on her foot like Fanny Ellsler. “Perhaps he won’t be suited! Per haps he won’t stay!” said Musidora, dubiously. , - “But then again, perhaps he will,” chirped Polly. The stout gentleman did stay. He made himself friends with every one. He treated the deaf old lady’s sick canary in a manner which filled that ancient personage’s venerable head with joy; he suggested new subjects to Musidora, the genius; he told Polly of an excellent Tvay to take the spot of kerosene out of the carpet. He paid his rent at 6 o’clock precisely every Saturday evening, and never found out that it was Polly who hung the fresh towels over his door knob, and blacked the boots he put out every day, with a ten cent piece beside them. “ Somebody must do it,” said Polly, when Musidora reproached her with the menial task. “And as long as we can’t afford a servant, why not I?” She was a little surprised, though, when Mrs. Jenks, the deaf lodger, told her that she had heard from Mrs. Ste phen Sudbury, \who had it from old Miss Pelican, who knew all about the family, that Mr. Dudley Warrener (the stout, middle-aged gentleman) was a rich bachelor, with everything that heart could wish and a spice of eccen tricity thrown in. “And people do say,\ added the deaf lady, “ that he’s in love with one of you girls.” “ Musidora, of course,\ said Polly. “He often goes to sit in the studio of an afternoon. And nobody ccould help falling in love with Musidora.” And Polly went up to her own room and cried a little, probably at the idea of losing Musidora. “It would be so lonesome,” said she to herself. “ Oh, so lonesome, with Mr. Warrener gone—and Musidora.” She was making a custard for tea that afternoon, when Mr. Warrener’s footstep rang on the kitchen thresh- hold. “I beg your pardon, Miss Polly,” said he, looking somewhat disconcerted. “I —I wanted Betsy to post a letter for me.” “ She isn’t in just now,” said Polly, turning very red. “ Can I come in?” said Mr. Warre ner. “Why, certainly,” said Polly. So the stout gentleman came in and seated himself on a corner of the kit chen table. “ Miss Polly,” said he. / ‘Sir?” said Polly! “I’m just forty years old.” “ Are you, sir?” said Polly, thinking within herself, “ Now, he’s going to tell me about Musidora. “ Should you consider that too old to marry?” went on Mr. Warrener, solici tously. “ Oh, dear, no,” responded Polly. “ Should you think any young lady would accept me if I were to propose?” he queried. “ Oh, dear, yes!” Polly answered. \Would you?” “ I?” said Polly, dropping her Iron custard spoon in astonishment. “ Yes, you.” “ But I thought it was Musidora that you liked.” “ I do like Musidora,” said Mr. War rener, “ but I love little Polly.” Polly Hopkins never know how It was that she found herself crying .on the middle-aged lodger’s shoulder, and he was patting her head and soothing her as if she were a child. “ And so you really do like me a lit tle,” said Mr. Werrener, in a voice that sounded husky. • “ My gem—my dear little pearl of Pollys!” .So »11 the poverty and srlRdlng anS pinching came to an end. And Polly never told her husband until after they were married of the little deceit she had practiced on him regarding the question of Betsy. “And you really blacked my boots?” said Mr. Warrener, reproachfully. . “Yes,” nodded Polly, “ because I did so want you to be suited.” “I’m suited now,” said Mr. Warrener, “ for life.”—N. Y. Ledger. M A K IN G M O N E Y IN A N E W T O W N A n d I t W a s n ’ t G a g O a t o f th e G r o u n d E ith e r . White Pine, Nev., was almost un known to the world until one day in 1869, when a prospector struck it rich —so rich that the story of his discov ery could not be kept secret, and the wiiote western country was interested in the developments that followed. Six months after that memorable strike one point in the camp—Treas ure' hill—had a population of 20,000, and the whole district was the scene of a memorable bonanza excitement. As usual in such booms the gam blers followed the rush for the new camp, and among them were two young men who came originally from Illinois, and who were introduced as “ Jeff” and “Al” Hankins. The new comers opened an establishment on a modest scale in a business block, up stairs, and got along so well that they soon brought out their brother, George, as assisstant. The three brothers continued in busi ness until an accident happened which brought them prosperity and changed their plans so radically that they felt justified in moving to Chicago. Ac cording to an old miner who knew the boys at the time, Jeff and Al had been away on business. Returning to the camp by stage the rig was upset and both the boys were thrown out. Jeff had his leg broken and Al turned up in camp the next day carrying a cane and showing symptoms of suffering when anybody was around to observe. Things went along this way until time came for the trial of suits for in- ury brought by the Hankinses against the Stage company. They both proved that they had received serious and per manent injuries in the accident, and that the Stage company was respons ible for them. The jury returned in favor of the plaintiffs. Jeff got $15,- 000 a.nd Al $8,000. Just as soon as tlie empany had settled with them Al had one of the most remarkably sudden re coveries on record. It is currently be lieved in White Pine to this day that Al threw his cane away within thirty seconds after he was paid, but of course this is only gossip. Anyway, it wan only a short time afterward that they all went to Chicago and opened up the establishment that became famous. IGNORANCE.- G u ides W h o L e d tlio Klngr o f S la m A b o u t L o n d o n H a d T r o u b le . The King of Siam has proved himself to he familiar with English history. He has not passed a regular examina tion, but has shown himself acquainted with the occupants of the tombs in Westminster Abbey, which is about the same. The King was shown about England’s Valhalla by Canon Wilber- foTce. He coldly passed by the statues of Pitt, Livingstone and Herschel in the nave, but paused before that of Darwin. “Darwin, great man, I know him,” he remarked. The helmet worn by Henry V. at Agincourt was shown him. He looked at it carefully and in quired Its weight. He seemed surprised when told that it weighed nine pounds, twelve ounces. When shown the flags) of the Knights of the Bath, he asked! for the Duke of Wellington’s. Queen Elizabeth’s tomb Impressed him great ly. All of a sudden he said, “Where is Mary?” No one knew exactly what he meant.- Then he went on, “Mary— Mary, Queen of Scots.” “ She was beheaded,” he added. This circumstance seemed to impress him, for in a moment he said: “ Where is the other?\ Soon it was understood that decapitation was the connecting link and that he wished to see the tomb of Charles the First. He was dis appointed to learn that Charles was buried at Windsor. In the Poet’s Cor ner Tennyson and Scott received most of his attention. At St. Paul’s he was shown the memorial of General Gor don, but shocked his guides by inquir ing with great sincerity: “Who was General Gordon?” “Oh, he was a man very well known in the East,” was the only answer thought necessary. Alto gether Chulalongkorn showed himself to be a pretty fair historian, but better posted in ancient than modern events. * R u ined Ilis Easiness* “ Yes,” said the agitator, “I insist that this new tariff bill is the worst things that ever, happened. They say it is going to provide a job for every body, but that’s false. I can show you one man right now that it has actually deprived of an opportunity to make a living.” ' „ ’’ “ Where is he? What’s his name9” “ Here he is! I am the man.” “ How has it hurt you?” “ How has It hurt me? Why, I can’t get anybody to listen to me any more. Confound it. the people that 1 used to harangue are all being forced to work for a living again. It’s a shame, so it is!” And he walked away.—Cleveland Leader. T i t fo r T a t . “You don’t know much abo«t the city, do you?” said the city cousin,-in his superior way as he was showing his country relative around. “ No more’n you do about the tyrm,” was the promDt reply.—Chicago Post.
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