The Cedarville Herald, Volume 11, Numbers 22-52

t A HEARTY ji' W L ilN ’ T H » f *?.. ' f * ffow W$ T*i«d ■ ,»»a iiow rw*j|'«iiMi. IQNKY .Jji* Maree I -th»t {Qfcmtnus; L ' we bada’t.f^oent [ g a r foolish' sad wa»tel«rpn»senta thatweHB'tfoeat r- norwear, Ft becarkltatedan* guessed It wus [ betterso, But viroon'ythOugbt o' tb.’ *hIlUn'B*«? not once o’ tittle . Joe. k On’y e*.time kep' [■ oroepin’ end ChrU’munwuz al- mot*’ here, I,beguntowlsb Itwusoveran' goneferanother /year; ■. An* i see that pawusbothered, he’dseehan ■ oneasyway, An’ be alwuachangedthe nubile It the subjlo wuzChrls'muidity; FerJoe'Uep’ a-teilln’ constantwhat theother boys*udgit; An' Itmade*ne feelsoawful meanI haln'tgot overIt yit; . ■ ■ Till atlast I couldn'tstandIt, an’ thedayHere theday - . ■i slippedaout awful quiet, an’ I tub the.beam away . r ' < ■ Claardaownto the grew .big city, Jtstpacked an*gorgedWlthfoUte, . -■ The bull billn'. of am happy an’ laughin' an . maltin' Jeicee. Icome toanoblebulkin’ with popcorn strung ; instrings, ^ An* big-tin- boms an’ go-oarts an* keen an’ drumsan’ things. 'ThefellerwusnTbaugbty.proud,but'ud bont~ an' sortan' pull; An’ I laid out thirty ahlUin' an’ mynrmswua . . . billn'full. When I got back hum la the erentn’ the baousewusdaikon* still. But themoonwusa-rUln’ nobleovartooldTng bill. - I peekedupsofttoJoe’s rooman’ slidtheiaten . onthedoor, . ’WhenI giveajumpan*mypaokin’awent flyln' tothe floor; Fbr therewus.pas-atandin’ lnfrontotapainted . sled, ■ / An*we heardahoot, an’ themwusJoes-squst- tln’ uptn bedi He give a Jump an' landed, an' r thoughtmy hones'udbreok, , A if I'M/lil llh II liBs na oatk a smor u rn tMsvma. . Ei Xfelt two tight anas gtvta* a bear-hug ’raoundaynstk. ■' Bech a timet ea wa had—aeeh hoUerln't yon couldhearustaras’ near— . I'll neverhave* belttr-lf I lireUUa huadard year. Oh, neighbors! don’t be stingywhen It comes toCbria’muadsy; Beclustbe hull year thro*, butMmputsavin* thoughtsaway— Let'shaveonoheartylaughin’ timean’ let the / troublesgo— Fcrgltyourpocket-booksan' glvsyoarheartsa cbanoatogrowl —Florences. Pratt, laJudge. ROMAIN’B LEGACY. W m Christmas Present to Vim. Blake abd Her Children. % iN LY two days untilChristmas) B ow different thiswill bsfrom theoneHooked forward to this ysarP thought Hr, Remain M h a reetlastly paced the wida porch of his b a n d s o m a home. _ “How pleasant t the air is—ae <s*, ^ v \LyJ w a r n a n d balmy as spring! Exquisite, if one had some on* to anjoy it with: hut I’m Iona* aoua. Poor Tom! How l hoped to aaa yon again, to tail you that the faultwas nolie In that quarrsl; and you are dead —buried only last week, they tell am— and I am back I k Old Virginia, with mater a child or a chick to hid. me wel­ come.” “Dood-momln', Bister Han; will you pleas* turn toye nsuction?" A i those words fell on his ear. Hr. Romain turned and saw two little chil­ dren standing on the steps, a chicken held tightly under the and of one of them, ■ . Theywere pretty children, too—a boy and agirl, exactly the sameelse, Blonde earls crownedeach shininghfcad; hrowa aye*, with long, curling lashes, looked frankly out from under straight, clear- out eyebrows, and two little pug noses turned up merrily from the little rosy months’ that were always smiling be­ neath. No, not always, for there was a frightened little quiver aboutthemnow, aa their owners looked up timidly at Bid stern, handsome man who wee so earnestly regarding them, •gem# to your whet?” repeatedHr. Remain. : ■ «To our sanction,” th* boyexplained. “ Papa’s gone to Heaven, and we’i goto’ to have a nauctlon; it’s to dot money, S ou see} we’s goln- to sell all our sings, lemma saya ye moreye folk** some, ye * more W1I dot money; and if dare’s wsOs-notgoln’ to sell my woclcln* kprH.> I ’sWdot Pickle, dis hero chickle, * |ne «jjd, Rosy take turns boldin’ ut w* tfn’t bole yo hone. I deed“ ,onow.”' ’ , yojhr memma send you?” asked main. , to, nOi.shot’s orjin ’, an’ we due fought we’d help ask folkes. Please tom, Mr. Man,’* ’ And smiling In s friendly but half- frightened fashion, the children trotted down the walk. As their little figures vanished, Uncle Peter came around the house. “ Who are those children, uncle?V. queried Mr, Romain, gazing after them. “ Day's po*Massa Blake cbllluns, sah. Yo* ’members I toleyou howMassa Tom done die las' week; well dey's bis twins, Dey do say it’s acan’lous how Miss’ Blake’s bein' treated. Massa Tomdone sign a note fur a genneman, an’ he can’t pay, an’ dey is ter be a auction dere to­ morrow,'niff MassaTom not dead a week yet scasely. Po’ Miss’ Blake!’’ .That night, Mr, Romain sat up late in his library, reading over letters and w A jfU'J I IC MB. BOMACf TWBHED ASD SAW TWO CHILDREN. papers he had not seen in ten years— not since the day be had had that quar­ rel with Tom Blake, tor it was that aame mbrning he bad received a cable­ gram eaUing him to Europe to take possession of, a largo estate left him, and yesterday he.had reached home for the,first time since his hurtled depart­ ure.! ««'* r . “ I was Just beginning my. battle with tho worldi then,’’ he mused; “ now I feel llkd a warrior, battle-scarred and lonely. Bow enthusiastic Tom and I were tbhnl how doae our Iriondship waal” And taking up an old letter, a low laugh burst from his lips as he read its witty.njluplona to an. almost forgotten college sorapeV' A very different look catno Into his face as ho gltnoed down the pages of’ the next letter which met bis eye, and readi **Mv D ear JF kuow : After all, I RtuLJesa In f youthsttoWp I have seenold Brown, sad fe* ts willing to five it it I mortgsc* the MeadowFarm. I don’t likemortgaxm, butwe mostSave yourhome. Brown imagines there Model uader that land. I thinknot. I’ll tell you a secret, .though. I know there is under theHeldadjoining. “In tad yearsI hepstohave money toopen mymlnfiiRland; meantimeI’ll usemyMeadow Karattosaveyour,home, andyoucanrepayme before thy mortgagofallsdues, I bad intended to settle both farms on Nellie as soonaswo were married; so if anything happenstome. saydear boy, youstayconsider Nellie andher iatereelayourIsgsoytrout 4 "Yours asover, T om .” “To think I threw away a friendship like thatr almost groaned Mr. Romain, aa ha laid down the paper. Then a sud­ den thought struck him, and ha hastily rang the belL “Uncle Pator,” he caid, "who owns what used to bo Mr, Tom Blako’o Meadow Farm?” ’’Old Mr. Brown, sabs he got power­ ful rich on dat farm. Yo* see, sab, hit’s got a ooal-tnlne in it. .Oh, yes, ash, he’s rich,*’ “And Tom mortgaged that land to sava my old homo,” thought Mr. Ro- awia, sorrowfully. “I wonder If It oould he that tho eheck I seat from En- glsnd did not got to him in tins? Ia aay case he’s dead, and Nellie aad the children penalises, aad—n glanciag at tho letter sgata—“a legacy to nx«r “An auction almost at Christmas aval Why.' it ae*ms fairly barbarous,” thought Mr. Romain, Indignantly, as hs entered what had been the plsssaat hems of his friead Tom, aad was so soon to be left desolate under the hands of the auctioneer. It was early in the day, but already the house was filled with neighbors Who had come from miles around to at­ tend the sale; and as Mr. Remain moved among them his ears were constantly greetedwith remarks on the foolishness of “signin’' for people.” Blok at hesrt, he entered, the little kitchen hack of the house, which was as yst unoccupied, save by Mrs, Blake’s faithful old colored cook, Aunt Nancy, tthe was sitting on n split-bottomed chair, rocking herself to and fro, sad occasionally wiping her eyes with her blue-cheoked apron. • “Where is your mistress, auntie?” Mr. Romain asked. There wss n kindly ring in his voice that oalooked the old woman's bur­ dened heart, and she sobbed aloud ai she answered: “Ufa, masse, she done took do Chili­ ans, an’ gon’ to her oousin’s Miss RaoheL It jest broke my po* ole heart to see ’em got But Miss’ Blake say she couldn’t stand it here, an’ dey have to go soonsure. Po* things! only do good Lord know what’s to oome of dem, she ■sey.* .. * ■ * “Oh, massa, hit’s awful herd on missis, die in She went sli over d» house dis murnin* tryIn’ to say good­ bye tatit- De little ones a-olingin' to her leap’ s pickin' up things. *‘Mamma, dey wqn’t take my woekin’-borse, will dey?’ ’Mamma, will de pauctlon man det my little chair?’ dey ask. Mlaais triedto hoi’ back de lieart an’ speak chirk to dem ohilluna, but when she come to her own room she say: ’You stay out here, darlings; mamma wants to go in here alone.’ I took de ohilluna, hut presently I peek in de room, an* dere waa my po* missis, a kneelin’ ’fore massa’* big arm-chair, wid her hoad a lyin’ on do big family Bible dat she’d put on de .chair; she had hor arms around dat, an’ ahe was cryin’ softly. “ ‘Oh, my husband!’ she whispered over and over, an’ den she eay: “ *A fader,to do faderless, a husband to de widow. Dear Lord, let dis cup pass fromine.’ “f shot df^do’ den. By’m by she oome out, all white an’ tremblin’, but she tried to smile on do Chilians as she led dem down the walk. ’ I ’’Dose po' little things! Rosy was huggln* her rag doll an’ tryin’ tohide it under her rapun, an’ Romain was totin’ Plckte, de chicken, qlost in he arms. 'De nauctlon man can't take mamma’s ehilluns, an' so heoan’f take ours,' dey’d keep sayln’.” , “Romain?” repeated her visitor. , ’Yes, sab, Romain; dat’s for a frien’ of Mania Tom's. Msssa hot see him for years,' but he talk a heap o’ Mr. -4 a#Oaaytllan>y rlgbi 4 m 4 s , ete., aeeurtug gavemendse! BISMARQg THE PREMIER, jour ljspna-*.*« *’XUnaMr. BrownhurrleSifbls sale tofMwrv valuable, aM Ina taw jmw$ wlUjSililii joo the tanaatySeent tohUMSt-mlne.- rich. "Andnow, mydearfriend, tp-moroewetonot be to you a Merry Christmas, but wttfc btaveebeerfulnesslbopeyoa will maks- ft tc your oblldresnot anunhappyone. l aw ■- “Yeiy sluierely your friead, as X;was youi husbaud’afrlsad, “J ohn BoMAur.’’ “A father to the fatherless, ahnsband, to the widow.” Onoe again the words fell from the lips of the woeping woman, who for the second time that day knalt by the old arm-chair. Then olasping her children in her arms, she oried: “Thank God with me, my darlings; we have a home once more!” “And la de nauctlon clear gone away, mamma?” Romain asked, anxiously. “A ll gone, my* treasure; every bit gone, thank Godl” “ Then,” said little Romain, carefully pulling out Susanna Louisa from under hit apron, “set down, Pickle, and turn on, folkses, an’ lea have Chrismusl’/’r* Anna Plorpont Slvlter, In Sahta Claus. A CURIOUS STORY. Komaln. “Thank Codl Tom forgave me,” whis­ pered Mr. Romain, as he leftthe kitchen in response to thebusiness-like tones of the austioneer that now rang out dear and cold as he began offering the parlor furniture..' f Great was tho indignation of onospin­ ster when the first bid of a tall, hand­ some stranger carried the price far be- yond tbe sum she had mentally deoided on, andhesecured it without opposition. Her feelings were- soon shared by most of those present, for a similar scene took place over almost every artloleoffered forsale, fromMrs Blake’s piano to Romain’s rocking-horse.' The stranger outbid every one, and was soon sole possessor. He even became the owner of the farm and stook, theonly active bidder against him being the representative of Mr. Brown for the field adjoining his coal­ mine,: , , Mr. Brown had not expected to meet with any opposition, and so had set the. limit hlaceprefontative was to pay at a very moderate figure. This Mr. Romain instantly outbid, and so secured the whole. As soon as tbq auctioneer announced, tho elbso of the sale, Ur. Romain asked tho astonisbod and disappointed crowd to please vacate the premises as soon as possible, as he had bought every thing for a lady who would take possession of her property that night. The people filed slowly out, and Mr. Romain was at last left alone with a lawyer he bad brought, the auctioneer and the bolder of Mr. Blako’s unfortu­ nate obligation. All tho claims agalns. the property were very soon met, and then, afterseeing thegentlemen depart, Mr. Romain hastened to the little kitchen. “Go for your mistress, auntie,” he said, “and ask her to pleaso bring the children and come back at onoe. There ia a paper shemuBt read.” When AuntNanoy delivered this mes­ sage, a few minutes later, to Mrs. Blaka, she was greatly surprised; but, with the patience born of deep suffer­ ing, she at one# .called the children to accompany her, and went home, won- derlag. as she walked along, how she wan to endure the agony of seeing her home despoiled of Its treasures. bhe bad dreaded the sight of wagons aad people moving her goods, sal, as the entered the gate, was astonished to seeno one. Only Rollo, the old dog, lay \y ‘ mt TAXJt A BXAF & MB. nOMAIX.” basking Is the last rays of the setting ana, and bounded up to most them. The children ton Joyfelly up the walk, and at the sight of tb* rooms, when they entered, cried gleefully! “Why, mamma, may be dam wasn’t be nano- ttonl” Mrs. Blake gate herself no time to think, but hastened from ono room to another, seeking the lawyers, until she earn* tohar own room, Hotr pretty and homelike It still looked) There waa her husband’s big arm-chair, still drawn up to the table, just aa she had left it; the family Bible still lay on It* seek but on it lay some­ thing she had not lsft there, and aa ah* pioked it up the read har own name on the big davslop*. With fingers trem­ bling so she oould hardly use them, she tore it open and read: "MrD ear M rs , blakx : Whenyouroadtoe Inolosed letter, written twelve years ago, by myfrisad andyoer husband, t Utah yen wiU HEARD snob.a curiousstory Qt Santa Claua. Onoe, so they •ay, Ha set out to find what' bright offloer-elve*. people werekind Beforo he took presents their .■way. This year Xwill g i v e but to glvtrt—' ■■ To those who make presents themselves,” With a nod of,bis head, old Santa Olausaald Te hla bandof "Go intothehomesof thohappy, , Where pleasure atanda page at the door; - Watch well how they ltvo‘ and report what . they give To the hordes of God’s hungering poor. Keep.traok of each cent and each momont— Yea, tell,me oaohword, too, they use To sllverllne olonds for earth’s suffering - crowds; And tell mo, too, when they refuse.” So Into ourhomes flew the fairies-. «, ,. ■Though never a soul of us knew— And with penoll and book they sat by us and took :Each aottpn, If false or if trne. White marks for the deedsdone for others, Blackmarks for thodeeds done for sell; And nobody bidWhathe saidor he did, ' For no one,,o fcourse, see*an elf. Well, Christmas came all In Its season. And SantaCUU», bo l amtold, " ’ With a wry HgKt paok of small gifts onhla back ' And bis reindeer all left In the fold, » . Set out on a leisurely Journey— And flnlshed ore midnight, they ciay- And there never hid been such surprise and chagrin Beforo bnthe breaking of day As there was on that bright Christmasmorn­ ing, Whan stockings and cupboards and shelves Were ransacked and sought In for gifts that were not In; But wasn’t it fun for the elves? And what did/get! You confuse me; tgot not« nt thing, and that’s true; / But hadXsuspeotedmy aotlons deteoted Xwould have hadgift*. Wouldn't you? —Ella Wheeler WUoox, in Judge, A Merry Christmas. Grandest of commemorative daya, its every return challenges our inmost se­ riousness of thankful welcome. .On other' days men have been born, whose memo­ ries are hallowed within the boundaries' of States apd nationsthey served—war­ riors,' statesmen, discoverers, men of letters, pnblio benefactors—buton tills day we hail as Christmas,' a Divine ben­ efactor, a Saviour, was born to the world. His Ufa and memory were to be the blessing and joy of all nation* Np tribe, nor kindred, nor tongue waa to engross Hi* love or glory wholly in Hla name.' Wide as the globe, evsr all con­ tinents aad to all ilia isles, the Heav­ enly Ugbt of that birth waa to spread, until tbs waste place* wen mad* glad and the deeert blossomed aa the rose, Gloriously to this and has It spread for eighteen hundred aad eighty-nine years, nntii Christendom is beoome the heart aad Ufa of the civilised world. Wherever aavogelams and barbarisms have been dissipated, aad nations brought.to enlightenment-—wherever man is moat developed as a human bdifif—there Christmas ought to be moat hallowed, for there has the spirit of Christ most wrought its redeemiag work. Among th* nations most blessed by Its divine induenoes, our own stand* foremost Foremost, than, let ns be aa a people in reverently welcoming the birth-dayof Christ—but still more lore- most In applying to tbs praotices of*our daily lives those blessed preoepte and txsmples by which the founder of Christmas is regenerating the worldU— St Louis Magazine. A GirMWM KeMee- Take about eight quarts of unselfish­ ness and unadulterated charity; mix briskly with a liberal supply of generos­ ity, kindliness and forbeiwiag love. Simmer gently over a alow fire of for­ giveness, good-wlU sad good-fellowship. Put in a dashof cheorfnlnsaaand a plen­ teous sprinkling of smiles, and ,Serve piping hot with your Christmas dinner, —Judge. ...................... * » ■> Cfcrlatam# Uttoktag*. c . > The old saying that “hangiag is too good for them” la never understood to Applyt6 the ChriatmaSstookinga. And talking about atoekhigs: “Stock­ ing* be hangadr* s«ys the Hi Louis girl, “itia only the Chicago bellewho expects to find a grandpianola •Seek.” —S t Louis Magnate*, reeitioRByThroatsofaw myth. Mia*. took tye finalstoy poqjtiaprQf the leading atato* ForroaXatel «h Just how ] Into the man of Prjfmte baa always bees ua- written history. The Munchener Allge- meine Zeitssg, still very close to th* ex-Chanoe)^ tn Its efforts to stemthe tide of adverse newspaper commentonr Bismarck’s record, gives a detailed do-0 soription of the significant event, and1 moreover guarantees the correotneis of'” its Information. Von Boon, Minister of War, had called Bismarck home from France. The King received him in the park of Babelsberg. As Bismarok sp> proaohed the Ring bandedhim the copy of his announcement of his abdication, • which he waa about to bare published, ■ Bismarck looked astounded, and re> marked quickly that in Prussia sucha document should bo impossible, “I have tried every thing,” said the King,i “yet: have found no alternative. Against my convictions I can not rule. My Ministers are against me. My own son sides with them. You have already been with him. If £can notoome toan understanding with you I shall send this announcement of my abdication to the Gazette,, and then my son maysee What be cap da To surrender the re> organization of the army is againstmy convictions. To violate them is tome . a vlolatiodofduty.” ( Bismarok answered that hehadcalled on the Urown Prince merelyin responsa to a summorii, and that he had refused . todisouss the situation before an inter­ view with the King. . All thought of ab­ dication must he given up at once. The Kihg^belanced the paper in his handa ■ ,feWmlnfites and then inquired: ‘’W ill you try to rule without ama­ jority?” '•Yes.” :? i.*».«. “And without a budget?” “Yes,” ' •' “And without yielding the reorgsn- • Izatlonof the army?” . “Ye*.’.’ “Then here is my programme,” Bismarok read the four" quarto pagw covered with the King’s fine handwrit­ ing. The flrsfpoint concerned the rep resontation of cities and manors in dip trict assembUes, around which a violent y quarrel had already gathered. . *‘Ypur,Mfjesty, ” said Bismarck, de-. cidedly, /‘the question at issue Is not : about district assemblies; it Is about the ability of the King or the ability of the Parliament to rule Prussia. Settle this question and all else Will settle it> : self. If your Majesty will trust meso far I will undertake the work, but with­ out programmes.” After a shortsilence the King nodded. Ho and Bismarok’were walking over a little bridge and'he began to tear np the programme. As he dropped the pieces ofi :thc planks Bismarok, stoop­ ing, picked them up as he Said:. , “Your Majesty perhaps might batter throw the pieces into the fire. Some one might ,find them here* and every one In this vicinity knows your Majes­ ty’s handwriting,” ‘ The King put the remnant of the programme In his ooatpocket, discussed shortly the dismissal of the noting Minister President, and then started for the oaatle to pen the letter of dls-J missal. AN EVERY-DAY COMEDY. crow TommyW m TaughtWotto BoDsewt- •,' (M te HtaBrVmds. . ' _l i. bkfobk Ttntr meet . Mrs Riverside—Now, Tommy, dostep asking so many foolish questions. Tm fearfully tlrad, and yon bother me half to death. . 1wish I hadn’t broughtyon out with mb.' Tommy—I don’t care. I oould hav* much mqre fun playing with Willi* Mnnay. I bate to go out with you, aay way. , Mrs. Rlvsrside—Here oomas that hor­ rid Mr. Lenox, and I suppose Til have to atop and apeak to bias. Do step quarreling before he heart you. Mr. Leflox—Hang It, ltfs that chatter­ ing Idiot Mira. Blvsnride, Of coarse X have to qiMt her just wbsn r » ia a hurry. XL WHEX THEY MEET. Mr. Lenox—Why, goodmorning, Mrs. Riverside! I am delighted to so* yea looking ao-wall Mrs. Riverside—Oh, thank yoA BE Lanox! Yon are always to kind! Mr. LejiOx—Mooting with you is si hnoxpdctodpleasure. You art outearly this morning. Mr& Riverside—Yei, bat s wsl» on * bright morning Ilk*"this is so de’.ight- ful, yon knowi And a y dear little Tommy does so enjoy walking out with hla mamma, don’t you, Tommy? Tommy (somewhatdubiously)—YS-es, ma Mrs Riverside—I am hoping to call Upon Mrs. Lenox this afternoon. You know 1 think so much of har. Etc., eta, dto., etd III. AFfcEti THEY MET. Mr. LsEOX—I despise » women whe Is so Sweet to your face, and then goes and talks about you behind your back thoway thatwoman does! Mrs. Riverside—I bate a man ifho it so civil when you knowhe doesn’t mean a word h* says—it’s so deceitful! Mind you always toll the truth. Tommy, the way your mother does. Tommy (very dubiously)—'Ywe-es, ma.—MuMey** Weekly. ' , > ;» !* Net WantXiBaetM*. s Larkin,” remarked tiro Ain* ifttAi': “wa wish you would let your daughter join tb* «hol&” “Oh, I oouldn’t think of it!” replied Mrs Larkin; ’teh* has a sweet dispoti- tiou, Mid i don’t waat har to become qBM*elaem*.*-£Jadg* - ’1‘gJtARCK THE I»| T«» •to j ; iwaByta* mu . ow BteMiarok took 1 *5 * *^ portion of the 1* otwo ’ r Pffwhh baa alw* 5Of siuhiatoey, The Mono leitung, still very Firocciboyg^ 1» tia effort: Yen newspaper And thek’s record, gives a Elko n o f the signiflesn And auw Ruhranteea the Ci jo noi‘ra*ti°n’ VonBoon MeBartd called BismarokI .And i) The King receive TenecuBabehrtWY- Aa t TLn c i the King handed) Fiitcanouncement of hit While ie was about tp har AndOjj looked astounc Ob, vauquiokly that in Pr Tbo bjt should he Impost tried everyth!! Am tb yot have found no i TT Ten cenlmy convictions I cl Istersare against n „ ^ ^ s with them.. You 1 A n d him. I f I can n< inding with you 1 ^louncpment Of my i There if®tto* and thea my , cap da To siirrei Andenc^tiqn of thearmy ii oOa. To violate tl Tencenlorf>0f duty.” W Five <rck answered that) *Ti»4i.n-!r6wnPrince merelj And t ixnona and that he is the situation befi th the King. A ll th •imust be given up i An imrtenced tho paper i: antes and then lnqu Amo you try to rule.w promo -:,"j from . pledge without a budget?” flcienc” ation without yielding \ cants :,f the army?” dlvidu’f ora'getx here is my prograi Eminrvrck read the fourN most t with the King’s flu cohol (he first'polnt conoet thatp;ionof cities andm prosei^pablies, around.whi small Had already gather* »®d ip.Maibaty,” said B witho “the question at. : agaim-iatrick.assemblies; heaitl ity of. the King or t! orated.jiament to rule Prui suits istion and all else w compH your Majesty will of theQ undertake the woi ■in se'iprauHnea.’’ pany a ahortstionce the II has Bismarokwere wal| largei.^ga apd he began era n^ramma As he “tabl<on ;tho planks Blsul part o^ed. themup as he s has hj Majesty perhaps si “oxPehb pieces Into the Guardrht fin4 tholn ho„' subjec^ia vicinity know* i“ gi ‘ idwriting,” I ®“ ronKing pat tbo remi ties o!}me in his oostpook* matei the dismissal of ®ninFr ’ President, and tutiotgjgtig to pen tbe 1 may t healt ....;...... - ........ ' Istru EVERY-DAY C ( are g'aomrWroTamrUtWo* dusic . fU toHisErtemte. accun i. bepoek they M i othorRlverside—Now, Tot ationso many foolish que pledgy tired, and you bot uponh l wish I hadn’t their i m *.; resoa ay—I don’t care. I tlon iaqre fun playing huraij. I hate to go oat w imme keptRlverslde—Here oon tho tl Lenox; and I tupp tlousj aad speak to hla lag before he hears j espo who norn men tort; edox—Hang It, Ufa I >t Mr*, Rlrsnrida meat her just wh liqu eaox drin and yiel youi frie tori One and it, whbn th e y me Why, goodtU le! I am daUgitod aawalL Riverside—Oh, that You ar* always sol Sabieoox—Meeting, wlti hoti] riedpleaaaf*. Yout atat mlng. mot Siveraide—Yei, but, couifBoralaf llke’ thia ii a knowt Aad my dots so anjoy walk) sma, don't you, Tom y (soarowhatiubtoa Ion; den tlon fric a h<fi asst|Uverside—I am bo] Lenox A la aftot telsk ao mack ©f Ilf, AFY e E th e y fj wlnlahox—I despise a a H let to your fa**, and to t faabout you behind thatwoman dowt She o f; tiverafda—I bats a her pin ie aaya—it's so dene! lab ays tell'tee tmte, * she r mother ddee. evi f (Yery duMouelj o p ine*y*s Weakly. All p m rr*t w m « u as** Larkla,” MtoMitei th fro era W* wish y«n wid teelA” oouldn’t think of ' r join tiro i 9*f whenyouknowhad Yfcln; ’ hhnhsthtM mg' t don’t waat bar Judge. i