The Cedarville Herald, Volume 13, Numbers 1-21

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And lithe fences lacked repair,- Indeed Hwould stir tbe blood To go and-hunt on opening where My neighbor's daughter stood! ' —A. VV. Bollaw, in Detroit Free Press. iujr.rftaanrllnY Praoiriatowrr UHAl'TiSK IX.—CONTINUE!). “ What is it, my child?” ho asked, lay­ ing 1 his hand on her hair. “ A lover's quarrel?” ' “ Yes,” she whispered. “ The first we have ever had.” . “ Well, well, wo all know that lovers never part after a first quarrel,” he said, in a .quiet inatter-of-fact tone that •calmed her nerves. “ What was it all about, little one, if an old man may ask?” “ It nr so out of a very simple speech of mine which seemed to annoy Michael,” . answered Olive, her cheeks flushing and paling as she recalled the afternoon’s experience. “ We were sit­ ting under the'trees in Kew Hardens, and I asked him if we could possibly be happier than we were then?” “ Michael took offense because you Were too easily, contented, and one word followed another?” said Uncle Wake. “ Yes.” Olive considered for a mo. ment. and then repeated all that she • • could remember o f the conversation. Afterwards a silence fell upon them both, and the roll o f wheels in the Strand sounded butfaintly in their cars. It was Olive who broke the pause. .“ If I could only believe that this was merely a difference of opinion, and not n difference o f spirit, I should be eas­ ier, "she said. “ lint Michael seems to - think that my ideal life is an absurd dream. He cannot realize any kind of happiness tliat is not founded 1 on self- interest alone. He cannot comprehend any joy outside himself. Oh, how hor­ rible it seems to say these things about the man whom I love with all my heart!. Help me, Uncle Wake, speak kind words and comfort me!" This was an appeal Which Samuel had not expected to hear for many a i day. lie had not known that Olivo had been rapidly gaining powers o f pcnc* wiD Htrr HEAR SIS APPROACH. tration. He had not thought that the books he had given her would have done their work so soon. And how conkl he dnro soothe her with false comfort, or give her the broken reed of a lie to lean upon? How could lie throw dust in the eyes that saw Miclmei a&lie really was, and yet prayed to be blinded? “ Olire,” he said, tenderly, " I am afrakl it Is the fate o f nearly nil good women to he somewhat disappointed in the men they loro. A man’s daily struggle with the World Is almost sure to harden him, K tcfy true woman hits within her that capacity for self-saeri* See which makes It «' 4 sy for her to comprehend the one great sacrifice. Like her Master, shb longs to go about among the people, and do them good." “ llut will he ncter feel hs I do?” she asked, mmirfrfully, J “ Not altogether, perhaps. Olive, you most team t o i w i him without giving up the beat part o f yopraelf fo r his sake. You must not pluck out your own winto wing* beOanae he cannot soar. I f you do this, you w ill neither content him nor yourself, You w ill al- wsys be haunted by the sense o f loan, and he w ill know that you are not saU»* fled.” 8 he turned her eyes upon him with a gaze o f Intense anxiety. “ How can two walk together nates# their spirits are one?" she said, with a sigh. “ Bodily union and spiritual disunion —one sees it every day,” Samuel Wake answered. “ I f you marry a man whoso thoughts are opt your thoughts, nor his ways your .Ways, you must prepare to tread a difficult path, my child. Your own heart must help you in the matter; love, and the instincts o f a true wife, can make a woman wise and strong.” “ And I love him, Id o love him!” she said. “ Perhaps bo is ill and suffering at this moment, -and I am not near him!" I f she had been near him she would have beheld him making a fresh toilet in high good humor. Edward Rattera- by had met him, and had invited him to dine at a fashionable restaurant that evening. “Men are made o f tougher materials than you fancy,” Uncle Wake replied, with a reassuring smile. “ lie looked well enough when I saw him. Take niy word for it.^tliat headache was an excuse for lll-tcmper. Don’t be fussy about him. my dear. He w ill find this way back to you when the fit is over.” Then he brought one o f the boqks that were piled upon the table, and’be­ gan to read # poem aloud. The verses were well chosen, and his voice was pleasant to her ears. So the afternoon glided into evening, and when Mrs. Wake came home, more pensive and shadowy than ever after her visit to Jessie, Olive was able.to meet her with cheerfulness. It was hard to see Mich­ ael’s vacant place at the 'supper table; but Uncle Wake encouraged her .with smiles, and talked quite openly of the absent lover. “ I f ho does not come in on Monday or Tuesday, 1 shall go and look him up.” he said . 1 “ All, Mrs. Wake, how unrea­ sonable yon used to be if I ever dared to hnvo a headache! It is "only women who are allowed to be invalids. A lover ought to have an iron constitution.” “ Yon always had,” his wife remarked, “ but Michael is not made of iron, and lie looks as if he had nerves. Perhaps he is a little irritable sometimes. I know lie has a short manner, but what is manner when a man is. hardworking- and steady? When I looked at our poor Jessie to-dayKI could not help thinking of Olive’s good fortune." For years, everybody hnd been talk­ ing to Olive about her good fortune. Who was she, that such a clever young man should have set his heart upon her? The girl had always been hum­ ble and grateful, and she was humble and grateful still; only a subtle, change was stealing over the humility and gratitude. She did not think less of Michael, nor was she less lowly in mind, but she had begun to use cer­ tain faculties which had been undevel­ oped in her village home. She hnd learned latoly that there are certain aspirations which cannot be stifled, even ■at love’s command, with­ out self-degradation. Truly lie who flndeth his life in this world only, shall lose it; the worship o f things that per­ ish in the using destroys all spiritual life in the worshiper. Olive hnd found out this truth. When she lay down to rest that night she fell into a peaceful sloop, and dreamed of the old downs and ilelds o f her childhood. Michael was roaming with her through those calm meadows, rich with the purple and gold o f .stam­ mer. lie was once more the younger and simpler Michael of the past; they were happy in the old-fnshioned way of rustic lovers. Then June and Aaron joined them, and they followed the i course o f the rivulet through the grass, and laughed for very gladness of heart. She awoke suddenly in the light o f a Txmdon day, with that dream-laughter ringing in her ears. And then all the bitterness of yesterday came back like a flood, and she remembered that she and Michael had-drifted apart. But downstairs there was the every* day life awaiting her, full >of its whole­ some work and cheerfulness. And i there was a note from Michael, ad* j dressed to herself, and written lato on I Sunday night, ‘ 1 “ Dearest Olive” (it rani, “ Do n o t ) wonder at my absence for a few days. I hope to bring you good news when I come. My head Is better. “ Yours as ever# M. O.” Michael frowned Impatiently, “ Why do yon think o f Aaron?” lw •aid; “ Jut was always a gloomy fool who could not help himself, and lately ho has been inaufferablo," . “ He is unhappy, Michael.” Her face was troubled, “ jo u see, he -has long been wanting to make a home for Jane, and when they lowered his wages he lost heart. , But now that your suc­ cess is assured, dear, you w ill he kind to hith?" ■ > . . “ Kind to him!” Michael repeated angrily. “ I shall be heartily glad to see the last o f him, and hear the last c f his mauuderingtalk about old times.” “ But he was our early friend,” who said sadly, “ and there is pool Jane to be considered.” j . “1 don’t know why I should consider Jane," returned Michael loftily. “ She certainly has no claim on me. But this is always the case, when a man succeeds in life, all his old acquaintances hang round his neck like millstones. He is, not allowed to.enjoy the fruits o f his own toil alone,” “ Dear Michael!" her hand softly touched his.. “ Ought one to enjoy the fruits o f one’s toil alone?” “ You Area most Extraordinary girl, Olive,” he said, in. the indulgent tone she knew so well. “ You never lose a chance of saying something sentimental -—something taken from one o f your favorite books! But never mind, I will not let anything mar our pleasure to­ day. You are free to talk to your uncle; and tell him all our good news.” Her face brightened in an instant. “ Dear Uncle' Wake,” she said, “ ho is always so glad to hear of anyone’s prosperity.” . “ Well, he has had little enough of his own to be glad of,” remarked Miclnkel, with a contemptuous i laugh. “ What will he say when he has to part with you, Olive? Anyone can see that you are the light of this house; but I can’t lend my illuminator to other people much longer. And I wish you would i give up that wretched flower business, little woman." “ Don’t ask me to give it up just yet," she said, in a sweet voice of entreaty. “ Please dop't. I w ill promise to be very good and obedient by and by." “ I suppose I must be contented, with that promise,” he answered, affably, “ but 1 am glad you keep well out o f sight at that flower shop. I don’t want my,wife’s face to be known to the pub- SHK BCABCKLT XOTIC’feD HIM. CKAPfF.Il X. "now THE01.0, OI.PTies AUKMJOSENm” Olive lived cheerfully on that brief note all through the week. Michael had forgiven her, and the world was bright again, 1 Ho came to sec her on Sunday after* noon, but the visit was short. Edward Battcrsby had claimed liim for the ! evening. A ll his dreams were about to ‘ be realized, success was within liis grasp, and Olivo listened to his explana­ tions with wonder and delight. There was no doubt as to the working o f his new plan; it had already been tested with the most satisfactory results, and was to have a longer and fuller trial. Meanwhile EdwArd Battcrsby was overwhelming him with tokens of good will. Everyone in the worksWas aware o f his exaltation; he tvas to re* ceive more substantial rewards later on, but even now he was recognized as a person o f the highest importance, "What does Aaron say to all this?” asked Olive, wlieu Michael paused to take breath. “1 wish he would come and see mo.” lie yet. Do you know, child, I intend that you Bhall create a sensation? You w ill he a noted beauty one o f these (lays, if you take care o f yourself and do as I tell you,” A richer bloom rose to the soft cheek, but the lips quivered ns if with pain. ■“ I should hate notoriety,” she said, proudly, “ Nonsense! you won’t hate anything in your now life," he replied, kissing her, “ It w ill he a life o f charming dresses and jewels; what can a woman desire more?" “ Oh, I shall want much more tlmn that,” she answered, looking frankly up at him with clear eyes. But he only laughed, and went his way. More days went and came, and he did not come, but frequent notes made amends for liis absence. Olive wont about her .daily business with the light* est o f hearts and the brightest of faces. Uncle Wake rejoiced with her in her joy, and Aunt Wake talked of nothing but weddings and bridal array. Some* times when Olive looked back to the Sunday afternoon in Kcw Gardens, it seemed very dim and far distant, She could hardly recognize herself In the girl who 1 hod sat under the larches and had been so passionately miserable that day. Ah, she would ask Michael to take her to the gardens again when ho had time enough to spare, She must have been in a foolish mood ivlien they were there last, or his headache, perhaps, had made him fractious. His letters were so affectionate and kind that her doubts were all beginning to disappear, lie had been hardened, absorbed; every nerve had been strained in his long struggle, hut now that the end was gained there would' be piftcc. Yes, and leisure for thoughts o f others and good deeds and gentle words, The one cloud in her bright sky was Aaron. She lmd written to him once or twice hut there was no reply, and he never fulfilled his promise o f coming to sec her again. Jane was beginning to despair, hut Olive still wrote to her in a cheerful strain, hogging her not to give up all hope. Surely something could he done for Aaron by and by; and if Michael still refused to come to the aid o f his old friend Olive re* solved to take the matter into her own In some way or other Aaron should ha helped oat o f the slough of despond. ' She waa so busy with her own thoughts and hopes that although Sea- ward Aylstone agmc several times to the florist’s shop she scarcely noticed him. As in a dream she heard his calm voice, ordering sprays o f Ivory and roses, and in a dream still she Wove the flowers and leaves together. She did not know that his glance always turned to the corner where she sat with her pretty curly brown head bent over her work. She did not know that he lin­ gered long at the counter in the vain hope o f seeing her lift her eyes or of hearing her speak. Another girl lead absolutely true o f heart would have ob­ served his frequent comings and goings and have drawn.'her own conclusions. But Olive wns under a potent spell. A t last, when the days were sultry and still and London was emptying fast, Michael came to see her again. He came, as he had been wont tp do, on a Sunday afternoon and found Olive in tbe parlor upstairs. A t the sight of hint the Wakes, husband and wife, dis­ creetly vanished. And they said to each other in confidence ’ that they- hod never seen him -look so worn and strange. Olive, too, was struck with this “ strangeness” and met him with an anxiety that shaded her joy. “ Dear, you have worked too hard," she said. Yet as she looked at him again she saw that lie had gained something by the loss of his fresh color; the pallor gave a new refinement to his face. His clothes, too, seemed to be worn in a new and easier fashion. He moved less stiffly and spoke more quietly. “ I believe I should have broken down entirely,” lie said, " if it had not been for the sea breezes. The Battersbys are at South sea, and I have been running down to see them.” “ Then you are quite intimate with them now, Michael? Are .they nice people? Is Mrs. llattersby a good, motherly woman? Are. there any daughters? Oh, I .am so glad they are going to be kind to us!” cried poor Olive in"tier-simplicity. An uneasy look flitted across Michael's 6 face. “ My dear girl, you should not fly into .raptures on small , occasions,” he remarked, coldly. “ How is one to an­ swer such a string of questions? First of all, there is no Mrs. Battcrsby. And, as Mr. Battcrsby is 'a feeble old man whose mind is failing, I cannot get very intimate with him." “ Oh,” said Olivo in a disappointed tone;; “ and there is no dnughter?” “ VVcll, yes. there is a daughter.” lie admitted the fact with a curious reluc­ tance. “ But she is,a 1 good deal older than you are; and—anil you would not find her a sympathetic person, I think." “ Then she is not nice, is she?” Olive asked. “ I really don't know what you mean by ‘nice;’ it is a woman’s word." M ichael tried tp smile naturally, and only produced a 'Strange contortion of the lips. “ But if people are not sympathetic they can't lie nice," persisted Olive un­ wisely.' “ You think her horrid, and don’t like to say.so." He flushed angrily. “ I hnvo never thought anything so preposterous,” he said. “ I only meant that Miss Battcrsby was calm and sen­ sible, and not given to romantic dream­ ing." . The speech was spoken in a tone that pained Olive deeply. She strove to talk on as if nothing had hurt her, but she was not able to pretend a cheerfulness that site did not feel. Michael had not saida word about their future plans; lie did not tell her that she must soon come to a new home. lie talked in a vague-way of changes at the works, and o f old Mr. Battcrsby’s uncertain life, and suid that Edward Battersby hated trouble and business. And then ho suddenly got up to go, and gave her a cold kiss at parting. , “ When shall 1 see yon again, Mich­ ael?” she asked. “ I don't know. I wish I could fix a day for coming,” ho answered; “ but Edward is always wanting me, and 1 am so worried and hurried that there is scarcely time to think. However, 1 w ill write if I do not come.” When he had gone, Olive went away to her little room and sat down by the bed in utter bewilderment. The per­ son that she loved, her promised hus­ band, o f whom she had thought hour after hour, what had be­ come'' o f him? It* was not the old Michael who had just left her, but some one with a different manner and. a cold heart. Success had come, that success which had been so longed for, and was this all thatitliad brought? The window was left open, but the hot London air that came in did not cool her buHiing temples, Oh, to oc at Uastmoon now, and feel the breeze blowing fresh from the old hills. Uncle Wake did not like the aspect o f affairs, and saw that Olivo was look­ ing pale and sad. He sent her to church with his wife’, and 'meditated over the state of things without deciding on what was best to he done. It seemed to him that Michael was disposed to draw hack; hut if it weie so, Samuel was not a man to drag him forward. Better that this rare flower should wither on its stalk, than that an unwil­ ling hand should he forced to gather it. [ to he continued , j PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL —Seeing a runaway horse dragg™ . little boy by the feet along,the ro*d,« nervy Hastings, Xeb„ girl took a J aim with a rifle she had with hera *4 * killed the horse, thus saving the W . life. ^ " A L ITTLE NONSENSE.” Smila.'?—j that is’." ought to a rubber Excusable. "N o monkox business, there!” . “ But officer, I’m an organ griad«r.” ~ Pack, —“ Is your father a very observing man?” “ Well, I’m not sure; but yester­ day, when he suddenly sat down on the sidewalk, he looked four ways at onco." N. Y. Journal. —Mrs. Dix—“ isn’t your mother very glad you are over the whooping-cough?" Dick Hicks—“ I don’t believe so, ma’am; yon can’ t think lww it amused .the baby.”—Truth. —Professor—“ Please give an example of actions speaking louder than words." Adlet—“ When a man calls for soda anti accompanies liis order with a wink,, sir.”—Brooklyn Life. ■ -—Sufficient Cause.—Miss "My. what a bouncing' baby Baby's Brother—“ Yes'ra, it bounce. It’s just swallowed ball.”—Boston Courier, —A Common Practice.—“ What are you busy with now?” "Nothing." “ How do you manage to raise the wind?” “ I blow about wliat I am go­ ing to do.”—-N'. Y. Press, —Husband—“ Have you decided what kind of a dress you are going to get?" Wife—“ Not yet. I am waiting until our new servant girl unpacks her trunks,”—Cloak Review. —Bride (just after the wedding;— “ Alfred, you promised to give me a sur­ prise after wo were married. Say,what is it?” Oroottt (a widower]—" I ’ve got fix children, my pet,”—Comic. —Didn’t Look as if it Diet, and it Didn't. —Frcslileigh — “ You wouldn't think this diamond cost $5,000?" l)udP* Iclgh—“ Aw, you don’t say -so!” Fresh* leigli—"No.’ 1 —.letveler's Circular. - “ Won’t you take lunch 5 with mr?” “ No, thanks; I ’m not catihg hutch" '‘Dieting?” “ Yes, I ’m trying to re­ duce so that I ’ll fit my last summer'* neglige shirts,”—Washington Star. —A t ft Medical Banquet—A Dorter (rising to propose a toast)—“ Gentle* men, I invite you to drink the health-" All the Company (with one voice)— “Never! Wc protest.”—Le National. —Father — “ Why do yon imagin« that you w ill remain several years i# your present position?’’ Son— 1 “ Horans# my boss told me this morning that he'd discharge me just as soon a* T returned the money I borrowed from him.” —Jf Y, Journal. tempera t h e HOMi —Among the weavers employed 1 * a Biddeford, Die., cotton mill isa woim* who stands six feet three inches in her stocking feet and is. large and strong in proportion. She is more than a mulch for any man about the mill, either in boxing or wrestling. ’ —A western girl is papering her rooia with love letters. The dado is com­ posed entirely of proposals of marriage, arranged chronologically. I f shewould secure copies o f her refusals of all these matrimonial offers and place‘ themat the top o f the room, they would makea very good frieze. —The statue of Marshal Ney, erected in Paris on the spot where he was exe­ cuted, is,about to be removed. The proposed new railroad through the Lat­ in Quarter will pass over the ground where the marshal fell, and the statue wi.U'be taken away. Some of the Puri* newspapers are indignant. . . —A graceful though untimely tribute was recently paid to Christine NiKson by an hdmircr who had heard her sing “ The Last Rose o f Summer.” Atone o’clock in the morning he rang her door­ bell, and When the door was opened threw in a box containing a rose in gems inscribed, “ The Last Rose.” — A unique, triple wedding feast was enjoyed in a Bohemian village early this month when a young couple were married on the same day that the par- 1 ,en|s of the bridegroom celebrated their silver wedding and his grandparents' their golden wedding. On the same day a diamond wedding was celebrated at Heiligenkreuz. near Vienna. —The late Admiral Jurien was noted at the- court’ of Napoleon 111. as one of the finest conversers in France, and he was a central figure in the late-surviving salons of those days. He became 'a member of the French Academy, and it lias been- said of him that he literally talked his way into that society of im­ mortals. —Mrs. T. II. Beaumont, the first, white woman to attempt to penetrate (he wil­ derness of the tipper Yukon river, in the' heart of Alaska, has sailed for Juneau, in company with her husband, who owns a mine up there. She is a llel- giau by birth and is twenty-two years of ago, small, a blonde, with clear-cut feuturcs aud engaging manners, —Joes dc Tlreties-, a French explorer, wel 1known in South America, who has spent more than twenty years among the 1 ndiatis of South 'America, was mar­ ried recently at Rio Hacha, United States of Columbia, to a granddaughter of Ifaipuru, the head cacique of the Goargira Indian tribes, a man of great power and influence in that region and among the. Indians generally. —The Countess d’Eu, only surviving daughter of the late emperor of Brazil, is about to take up her residence’ defi­ nitely in England. She lias just eon* eluded an agreement with the republic­ an government of Brazil whereby in re­ turn for her abandonment of her pre­ tensions to the crown of. Brazil the whole o f her father’s private estates and property are restozed to her. [Mother* Who Caro l They Do for TbJ “ Do you know Uj ling more and inor [farmer friend said] ] Indeed I did not Icould be eonsidevei [plague 1 thought ii '•But they are,’ ( days ago I sat in a MU', a saloon, an farmer boys among that saloon during] an hour.” The statement set me watching as too true- Our tov perhaps few attrae] urdny' evening se< with young people The saloons are ('Whose boys art; God grant it may bl [mine. , (Somebody's] Dear friends, this! ^belongs to the city ; )anee question is take' hold o f it, vi| fctouscholds will [’here are two wad (temperance. One iff felroy the evil traffic! btlier to spare no o f [ ‘whatsoever tilings] and lovely.” The [»as, I think, reoenf (ration for many success you all kn<| earnest workers hav (lie second a '“ more A company of orgel nng since, held till loom where a rnecll Koine needed repai^ (trong inter st in aeeting the workmnl [ad something he wcl ‘ I thank you very [inmediate response, have had work tel Jour last' three sessioj inch interested and j I hings 1 have lie; ardon me. I l>cg of jJ (instantly present Cork herd has a et nostly. valueless been f enced at the wrong ranee pledge.is a s or the fellows who e ient strength of ehai lut to a young man x ritli a home in name ■nd must have frie musement, pledge*]) irnes an utter imposfl “ But if a young null gbt, any honor,” t)u| kipted severely 1”1 !e may have a grd onor that .nothing co| re right conditions; ient is too much to jeted to live in a pris| (»t do it.” There was a momi u; of the ladies took i ask: “ Will yoi. kin; f ashler the right cud “ The home end,” w, ponse. and the wordl acre was not. a wom| ho did not respond i fueii of truth with eJ tart and every nerve] [“ Yon see. Indore \| [caker went on, “ a | tars old, who was and motherless, y mother 'did not Icj y that no human lowed to interfere ■ss and order o f the L r first and last con^l jove and, 1 believe, I anics, and if I couj ids 1 needed and a ■ve called, my own, whittle, plane andl l at eighteen have s| f* outside, with is- As long as therj r bureau, no fingc] pr, no litter on the all difference to my The. backyard L |da place to be descl Is’ and though 1 v| M e d with a cellarf t was denied me [till night I neverl |exhortations Hot t(f [to make a litter. k ( and put things \vli| ■“ . 1 Rot into »t into liquor sail h the rest, I nevel [fated because I nees of not being ;| ’ be very f [ainly never oceurrt] •icr would care abJ . ® o f the troulil "Rht cause and IhJ seen by the neighb nous years were! J wasted, and loul , have been utte| “ »d not been for a ] ri ’ sensible old ladl hlcnoc and who off| tahnd me a tract ! tools, and in rx| ness I promised i f to spend my evemir » » o w self- 8 upportl long before i slnf psltion than my pi * 1 know that it W s do not take p« ^ h t end o f this mJ might just aaw l kND IMI ♦Way hon feet aloi Neb., girl' she had , thus sav •weavers k, cotton na [foot three! [nd is larj She is i man uli ■or wrestl |firl is pape. lers. Th e l)f proposal | 0 logieally.| ! her refusj Iffers and room, they, to. I Jpf Marshal le spot who: lit to be ri [railroad th| [U pass. oV [rshal fell, iwuy. Sot [c, indignuu though un acid to Oh |who had hse of Sun ]morning lie m the (loo |iox. contail Id. “ The La [triple wed; Bohemiac Ihon a youi fie same da! L’idegroom « |ng and : hi! wedding. I |d wedding reuz. near 1 IAdmiral .It of NapoW: Invevsers in ■figure in thi lose days, le French A Id of him t liv into thu Beam iont: |empti to pei i upper Ynl kka, has sai| [w ith her j |up there. ] lh and is tw |, a blonde, engaging n (reties, a F[ In South An than twent; |f South Ami at Rio ] Jimbia, to u< Itiie head [an tribes, a luenee in ( ](lians geneit itess d’ Eu, Ihe. lute cm; Ike up he,r gland. Slici cement wit it of Brazil: labandonmC plus crown father's j Iare restovet [TLE NO t father a ' [ 1 , I'm not si i suddenly si (looked foul*! “ Isn’t yoi liver the win! IT don’t bell link htrw i |h. -“ Please gl faking loude |n a man cal his order yn. Life. Cause,—M Jbouncing 1 lier - “ Yes’ Ijust swallo |i Courier, m Practice ■vf,h now?' lu manage |oiv about «i Y. Press. -"Have you less you are yet T am vant girl lit Review, st after til promised to ( were marri (a widow! ay pet."—O' Iwlt as if i ldileigli — Hiinudcost $ rou don’ t sal -Jeweler's hu take lit® Fin not » [Ye,;. Pm ('ll fit my j,”—VVasiiin llioal Banq; ipoae ft- to) you to drini Ipnny (witli protest.” -“T ] “ \Vhy do [ rem tin sol sitioh?” lrt« thi”, motl [Just as soon arrowed fn i L 1 i