The Batesville Herald. (Batesville, Tex.), Vol. 8, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 22, 1908 Page: 4 of 4
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CHAPTER II—Continued.
"lie was to have been home by
noon," she mill, "and I have been
standing here two bourn, Sailboats
are treacherous, ami Harry la so reck-
less. Ab!”
The ejaculation was one of relief, ns
a white sail appeared anil bended for
the slip.
"I'm coming to see you," 1 called, us
we walked on. but the conclusion was
forced upon me that she bail forgotten
my existence.
"Why do you suppose they use Hint
forlorn little slip,” 1 Inquired, “when
there are plenty of good landing
places further on?"
Hut the subject did not seem In
Interest Elizabeth. whom I had ad-
dressed, for she merely remarked with
a sigh:
“I just hale to go bnok to that old
hotel.”
"lint of course we could never rent
the cottage." said Gabrlelle, the pru
dent.
"Oh. of course not!" we agreed,
and ascended the steps of the hotel
In gloomy silence.
In the ball there were mountains of
trunks, covered with * bewildering
quantity of labels, and a subdued alt
of excitement prevailed. Indicating
that the new arrivals were worthy of
eonsidetatlon. As soon as possible
we Investigated the register and found
that I.ord Wilfrid and l.ntly Kdtth
Campbell of l.ondon. Kngland, were
enjoying the hospitality of the bouse.
It was no use pretending that we
Were not impressed, for we were, and
we read the names over several times l
aloud to sec how they sounded. It
was our tlr-t encounter w ith Itrltisli
aristocrat y outside of hooks, and we
hurrli d upstairs to make fresh toilets;
In their honor.
They did not appear until we bail .
nearly I ttlsbed dinner, and we were
so Interested watching for them that
we forgot to complain about the food.
Lord Wilfrid was disappointing, ul i
though he had the drooping blonde
mustache and limed mantlet we were
(tk'niliar with on the stage. I say this
frankly, because we learned later thnt
we had been unjust and that his tin
prepos- essing appearance was simply
the result of unrequited affection,
which, of course, went very hard
with one who was accustomed to hav-
ing the world at tits feet —especially
the feminine world.
I.adv Kdlth told us all about It after
we got to know her Very well, and
explained that they had come to this j
quiet retreat, where they were sure to
meet no one, to allow her brother to |
regain his usual poi e before visiting
their uncle, the governor general of!
Canada. She added that the length
tif their stay depended upon the hen
etlt he derived from It. and hoped we
would do wliHt we could toward dl
verting him. We said wo would.
Of course all this happened quite \
naturally as time went on. and I only :
mention It here to show how wrong H
is to judge by appearances, for we
thought 1/ortl Wilfrid looked Ill-
natured and grumpy, whereas he was
really suffering from a broken heart
HU sister, however, was all that
could be desired, and suggested Lady
Clara Vere do Vere In a very satis-
factory manner. In fact, I heard
(iabrlelln murmur: ‘“The daughter
of a hundred earls,’” as Lady Edith
swept through the doorway, and Ellza-
beth quoted: "‘The languid light of
her proud eyes,' " when she inspected
the somewhat dingy menu.
I don't think I said anything, for I
wits so absorbed In wondering whether
the ripples of her golden half were
natural or acquired that I forgot
everything else; but when we met her
the next day and felt the charm of her
personality I was ready to swear that
everything about her was genuine.
So absorbed were wo that evening
In discussing the brother and sister
that we almost forgot the cottage;
but I saw Klizahet.lt busily engaged
with pencil and paper as we were pre-
paring for bed, and was not altogether
surprised to hear her voice from the
next room after the lights were out.
"II we got a competent woman who
would do our washing," she remarked,
"It would not be much more expensive
than staying here. I have calculated
everything."
“Hut we could never find such a
woman." Gabrlelle said, interested
hut incredulous.
"The old man said his sister would
come." returned Elizabeth. "Of course
I did not engage her. but I know where
to find her.”
The next day we rented the cottage,
engaged the competent woman, and
notified the clerk at the hotel that our
rooms would be at his disposal at the
end of the week.
CHAPTER III.
Wo viw a good deal of the Camp-
bells or at least of Lady Kdlth—
during the following week. She was
unquestionably lovely, from the crown
of her golden head to the tip of her
dainty shoe, and. moreover, was en-
dowed with that most enviable gift
called personal magnetism; her smile
was a caress, and the Inflection of her
voice Implied unqualified pleasure in
the society of the person whom she
happened (o address.
Ilf took her to the cottage, and
she went over it with genuine interest,
suggesting slight rearrangement of
furniture, and lingering on the ver-
anda us though reluctant to leave.
"I quite envy you," she said, with a
trace of sadne-s In her voice "You
Will be so cozy Up here, and—the
hotel is horrid, is It not?”
"You must come and see us very
often,” said Elizabeth, and Unbri-
dle and I echoed the Invitation eng
erly.
"How go-id of you!" she replied.
"I shall In* only too glad to come. And
I may bring Wilfrid sometimes? We
are both rather forlorn strangers In
a strange land, yen know.”
We hasti-to ; to a> we would he de-
lighted to so - l.< d Wilfrid at any-
time. and I'll/!1 h who had volun
tec-ied to ke.-p house, added that tea
would he- on ta)i every afternoon anil
guest* vety welcome
So we took posse slon of the1 cot-
tage on the Idlin’ and settled down for
i long, lazy summer.
It was nice. That tlrst evening ns
we sat on the vcianda after our com-
fortable dinner, listening to the mur-
mur of the waves and watching the
myriad of stars overhead, we spoke
contemptuously of the stuffy little
hotel, and pitied those confined w ithin
Its walls.
Kllzaheth had heard front home that
day, and told us that u man her fa-
ther had recently met owned un isl-
and near by and had pledged himself
to call upon us. Klizabeth's father U;
a general In the army, and has hosts
of acquaintances, so his daughter Is
quite accustomed to encountering
them wherever she goes.
"When do you expect the old gentle--
man?” Inquired Gabrlelle, languidly.
"He Isn't old at all,” flashed Kllza-
heth—“at least, 1 don't think so. And.
of course, he has sailboats and things
If he has a summer home on an island.
He- might he- very useful.”
"Ask him to dinner,” I suggested,
secure In the conviction that our'
"competent woman" could really cook.
"And ask Lord Wilfrid and Lady
Kdlth the same evening,” supple-
mented Gabrlelle. “Let us impress
him at once with our intimacy with.
th»e nobility."
"Have- we a butler and 12 footmen,
that we should give dinners?” Inquired
Kllzaheth, with withering sarcasm.
"When I entertain landed proprietors
and member* of the peerage 1 don't
want to feed nervous about anything,
so we won’t attempt dinners while I’m
housekeeper.”
We did later, Just the same, anel
our little dining room was the scene of
several tnerry nondescript meals,
called dinner by courtesy, and thor-
oughly enjoyed by every one. Hut!
this is anticipating.
The next day as we were all three
leaning out of the broad window of,
my room. In an interval of repose
after unpacking and settling, we heard
steps on the gravel path, and before*
we could withdraw our heads two men
turned the corner and started for the
front door. From the hand of the
taller dangled Oabrlelle’s black shop-
ping hag. and although he wore gray
clothes and a straw hat instead of blue
serge and a small cap we recognized
the man on the steamer, and were
consequently petrified with astonish-
ment.
“Don't let them In,” whispered Ga-
brlelle, who always has her wits about
her in an emergency. "Tell Mary
Anne to say ‘Not at homo.' ”
They were directly under the win-
dow now, and we feared to move, al-
most to breathe, lest we attract their,
attention; but It was Just at this cru-;
clal moment that my side-comb elected
to fall out and land with considerable
force upon the aforesaid straw hat.
Of course its owner promptly looked
up. and equally of course we precipi-
tately retreated.
"Ho you think he saw us?" gasped
Kllzaheth and I simultaneously as the,
doorbell rang; but Gabrlelle had fled
to the hall, where we heard her whis-
pering hoarsely to Mary Anne over
the banister.
We also heard that invaluable facto-
tum's assurance Hint the ladies had
just gone to the village, and a polite
expression of regret, accompanied by
a promise to call again.
We stole again to the window as our
visitors retreated, and saw them;
pause, exuniine my side comb. and|
calmly drop it In Gahrlelle’s hag,
which had not beon left with Mary
Anne, as, of course, it should have
been.
"At this rate, Itonnott." said a laugh-
ing voice, “you'll soon be able to opem
a jittikshop. Hut I must say, old
chnp, we were very neatly snubbed.
Wherefore?”
"I don't know." replied Bennett,;
"but I mean to find out, for I'm coming
again very soon. I assure you, Illakc,
the picture doesn't begin—"
The rest of the sentence was lost
as the two men disappeared around
the corner. We straightway held it
council of war.
“I suppose," said Elizabeth, "he has\
lucid Intervals and his attendant
humors him, but this Is no reason why
we should ho victimized. Let us cau-
tion Mary Anne."
So we descended In a body to the
kitchen and solemnly warned Mary
Anne that the day she admitted our
lute visitor we would Immediately
part company. She In turn solemnly
assured us that if he crossed the
threshold It would be over her dead
body, so we fell somewhat comforted.
Kllzaheth picked up the cards and
looked at them.
' Mr. John Clinton Hlake," site read
aloud, "and Mr. Gordon Bennett.”
The card dropped from her hand
and she collapsed Into the wood box.
"What's the matter now?" de-
manded Gabrlelle, fishing her friend
out of ifs capacious depths.
"Gordon Hennett," said Elizabeth,
"is the man who knows father, and
who owns the island.”
We stared at each other in incredu-
lous silence, then sank down upon
Mary Anne's Immaculate floor and
laughed until we were exhausted.
I feel sure." said Kllzaheth, when
she could articulate, "that It is not
the same man. This is some im-
postor."
"Mayhap.” suggested Mary Anne,
who had been an Interested listener—
"mayhap, miss, Vs a smuggler.”
Mary Anne had not long left the
mother country, and her manipulation
of the letter h was ns agreeable to our
American ears as I.ady Kdlth's fault-
less enunciation. Just now she was
regarding us with the manner of one
who possesses unlmparted Informa-
tion.
"It's quite hawful. miss," she re-
sumed, dropping her voice to a whis-
per, "and It do give a body the creeps,
so It do. Hut they say the smuggling
wot goes on 'erenbout Is most hextaor-
dlnury."
"Smuggling?" repeated Gabrlelle.
"Yes. miss; taking things in over !
the border without the duty—which I
do say Is a sin and a shame to 'ave
to pay, so it Is."
"It Is perfectly right to pay it.
Mary Anne. Everybody should obey
the laws of a country."
So spoke tIn* general's daughter,
but sin- carefully avoided looking at
us. for we all intended Investing heavi-
ly In far- before our return and get-
ting them in without cost.
"Yes, mtss," replied Mary Anne,
without enthusiasm, and Gabrlelle in-
quired Iti rather a tnullled voice what
the miscreants smuggled.
"Oh, most hanytliing that comes
'amly. ntlss. Kur, cloth, gloves, hum-
brcllas, preshll* Joels—mostly dl
'nionds. The teller they're lookin' fur
deals In dt'monds. Quite the gentle-
men e Is, ton, so I've 'card."
iT(' IIK CONTI NT IH VI
A good game ceck has no white in
Ms plumage, and hence the synonym
for cowardice - to show the white
feather "
=■ Lights
Freights
_____ By
I W. W. JACOBS I ........
A Garden Plot
(Copyright, 1x>q<1. Mead toiiipauj.j
The able bodied men of the village
were at work, the children were at
school singing the multiplication table
lullaby, while the wives and mothers
at home nursed the baby with one
hand and did the housework with the
other. At the end of the village an
old man past work sat at a rough deal
table under the creaking signboard of
the Cauliflower, gratefully drinking
from a mug of ale supplied by u
chance traveler who sut opposite him.
"It ain't what it was when I was a
boy,” quavered the old man, filling his
pipe with trembling Angers. "I mind
when the grindstone was stuck Just
outside the winder o’ the forge Instead
o’ being one side as It now is; and as
for the shop winder—It's twice the
size it was when I was a young 'un.”
He lit his pipe with the scientific
accuracy of u smoker of 60 years'
standing, and shook his head solemn-
ly as he regarded his altered birth-
place. Then his color heightened and
his dim eye flashed.
“It's the people about 'ere 'as
changed more than the place 'as," he
said, with sudden fierceness; "there's
n set o' men about here nowadays as
are no good to anybody; reg'lar ras-
kels.
"But the artfullest and worst man
fn this place—and that's saying a good
deal, mind you—is Hob Pretty. Deep
Is no word for 'lm. There's no way of
being up to 'lm. It's through 'ira that
we lost our flower show; and, if you’d
like to 'ear the rights o' that, I don't
suppose there's anybody In this place
as knows as much about It as I do—
barring Bob hisself that Is, but 'e
wouldn't tell it to you as plain as
I can.
"It was started just after we got our
new parson, and Mrs. Pawlett, the par-
son's wife, 'is name being Pawlett,
thought as she'd encourage men to
love their ’omes and he better 'us-
bands by giving a prize every year for
best cottage garden. Three pounds
was the prize, and a metal tea-pot
with writing on it.
“Of course some of 'em used to
make fun of it, and Hob Pretty was the
worst of 'em all. He was always a
lnzy, good-for-nothing man, and his
garden was a disgrace. He'd chuck
down any rubbish in it; old bones,
old tins, hits of an old bucket, any-
thing to mnke it untidy.
"It was the day after this one I'm
speaking about, the 16the o' June, that
the trouble all began, and it came
about In a very eggstrordinary way.
George English, a quiet man getting
into years, who used when ’e was
younger to feller the sea, and whose
only mlsfortln was that ’e was a
1 rother-ln-law o' Bob Pretty’s, his
sister marrying Bob while 'e wns at
sea and knowing nothing about it, 'ad
n letter come from a mate of his who
'ad gone to Australia to live. He'd
’ad letters from Australia before, ns ;
we all knew from Miss Wicks at the '
postoffice, but this one upset him al-
together. He didn't seem like to know
what to do about It.
"While he was wondering Bill
Chambers passed. He always did pass
George's 'ouse about that 'time In the
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"Not Bad rxdws. I 'Ope. Says Bilj.”
evening, it being on 'is way 'otne, and
he saw George standing at 'is gate
with a letter In 'is and looking very
puzzled.
'"Not had news, I 'ope?' ses Hill,
noticing Is manner, and thinking it
was strange.
' It wns more like n story-book than
ft L’tter. George's mate. John Higgs
by name, wrote to say that an uncle
of Ills who had Just died, on ’Is death-
bed told him that JO years ago he ‘ad
been in tlii* very village, staying at
this ere very Cauliflower, whose beer
were drinking now. In the night,
when everybody watt asleep, he got up
and went quiet like and hurled n hag
of 617 sovereigns and one half-sov-
ereign In one of the cottage gardens
till 'e eouid come for It Hguin.
" 'And wot I'm to do about It, Bill.'
he ses, T don’t know. All the direc-
tions he gives Is, that 'e thinks It wns ;
the tenth cottage on the right and j
side of the road, coming down from I
the Cauliflower. He thinks It's the
tenth, but Vs not quite sure. Do you I
think I'd better make It known and
offer a reward of ten shillings, say,
to any one who finds it?”
" 'No,' ses Bill, shaking 'is 'ead.
“Bill swore he wouldn't tell a soul,
and 'e went off 'ome and 'ad his sup-
per, and then 'e walked up the road
to the Cauliflower and back, and then
up and back again, thinking over what
George 'ad been telling 'lm, and
untieing, what 'e 'd never taken the
trouble to notice before, that 'Is very
house was the tenth one from the
Cauliflower.
"Mrs. Chambers woke up at two
o'clock next morning and told BUI to
get up further, and then found 'e
wasn't there. She was rather sur-
prised at first, but she didn't think
much of It, and thought, what hap-
pened to be true, that 'e was busy In
the garden, It being u light night. She
turned over and went to sleep again,
and at five when she woke up she
could distinctly 'ear Bill working 'is
'ardest. Then she went to the winder.
"Hill stood up straight and wiped
'Is face with his shirt sleeve and
started digging again, and then his
y.fprfy
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Admiring My Geraniums, Henry?
wife just put something on and rushed
downstairs as fast as she could go.
‘"Have you gone mad?’ she ses,
half crying.
"Hill just stopped to throw a lump
of mould at her, and then went on
digging till Henery Walker, who also
thought ’e ’ad gone mad, and didn’t
want to stop ’lm too soon, put ’is ’ead
over the ’edge and asked ’lm the
same thing.
" ‘Ask no questions and you'll 'ear
no lies,' ses Bill.
"By tea time Bill was dead beat, and
that stiff he could 'ardly raise 'Is bread
and butter to his mouth.
"Afore people 'ad done talking about
Bill, I'm bleat if Peter Smith didn't
go and cultivate 'is garden in exactly
the same way. The parson and 'is
wife was away on their 'oliday, and
nobody could say a word.
"When Joe Gubbins started digging
up 'is garden people began to think
they were all bewitched, and I went
round to see Henery Walker to tell
'lm wot a fine chance 'e'd got, and to
remind 'lm that I'd put another nine-
I ence on 'lm the night before. All 'e
said was: ‘More fool you,’ and went
on digging a 'ole in his garden big
enough to put a 'ouse In.
"In a fortnight's time there wasn't
a garden worth looking at In the
place, and it was quite clear there'd
ho bo flower show that year, and of
all the silly, bad-tempered men In the
jdaee them as 'ad dug up their pretty
gardens was the wust.
"It was just a few days before the
day fixed for the flower show, and I
was walking up the road when I see
Joe and Henery Walker and one or
two more leaning over Bob Pretty's
fi nee and talking to 'lm.
“ 'Going in for the flower show,
Hob?’ ses Henery, with a wink at us.
“ 'O' course I am,' ses Bob, 'oldlng
'is 'ead up; ‘nty marigolds ought to |
pull me through,' he ses.
" 'It's the best-kep' garden in the
place.' ses Hob. 'I ain't afraid o' your
new way o' cultivating flowers. Bill
Chambers. Old-fashioned ways suit
me best; 1 learnt 'ow to grow flowers
from nty father.'
“ ‘You ain't 'ad the cheek to give j
your name In, Hob?' ses Satn Jones, i
staring.
"'Admiring my geraniums, Henery?’!
ses Bob, at last.
“ 'Where'd yon get 'em?" ses Henery, '
'ardly able to speak.
“ ‘My florist's,' ses Bob, in a off-;
hand manner.
“ 'About two days nrtor I threw
mine over my back fence,' ses Henery
Walker, speaking very slowly.
" 'Ho,' ses Boh, surprised. 'I didn't
know you 'ad any geraniums, Henery. ,
I thought you was digging for gravel
this year.’
"Henery didn't answer 'im. Not be-
cause e didn't want to, mind you, hilt
because he couldn't.
“ ‘Come along, Henery,' ses Bill
Chambers, bursting, 'come and get
something to take the taste out of
your mouth.'
" I'm sorry I can't offer you a flower
for your button-'ole,’ ses Hob, perlite*
ly. 'hut It's getting so near the flower
show now 1 can't afford It. If you
chaps only knew wot pleasure was to
he 'nd sitting nmong your innereent
flowers, you wouldn't want to go to
the public house so often.'
"Bill Chambers did a bit o' thinking
as they walked up the road, and by
and by 'e turns to Joe Gubbins and
'e ses:
" 'Seen anything o' George English
lately. Joe?'
" Yes,' ses Joe.
" 'Seems to me we all 'ave,' ses Sam
JoneR.
"None of 'em liked to say wot was
in their minds, 'avlng all seen George
English nnd swore pretty strong not
to tell his secret, and none of 'em
liking to own up that they'd been dig-
ging up their gardens to get money
as 'e'd told 'em about. But presently
Bill Chambers ses:
“ 'Without telling no secrets or
breaking to promises, Joe, supposing
a certain ‘ous was mentioned In a
certain letter from forrln parts, wot
ouse was It?"
“ 'Supposing it was so,' ses Joe,
careful, too; 'the second 'ouse count-
ing f in the Cauliflower.'
" ‘The ninth 'ouse, you mean,' ses
Henery Walker, sharply.
“ 'Second 'ouse In Mill Lane, yon
mean,’ ses Sam Jones, wot lived there.
"Then they all see 'ow they'd been
done, and that they wasn’t, in a man-
ner o' speaking, referring to thtf same
letter.
“While they was talking who should
come along but George English his-
self!
“ ‘Evening,’ he ses, but none of 'em
answered 'im; they all looked at Hen-
ery to see wot 'e was going to say.
“ 'Wot’s up?' ses George, In sur-
prise.
“ Gardens,’ ses Henery.
“ ‘So I've 'eard,' ses George.
"He shook 'Is 'ead and looked at
them sorrowful and severe at the
same time.
" ‘Mark my words,’ ses George Eng-
lish, speaking very slow and solemn,
'there’ll he no blessing on it. Whoever's
made 'is fortune by getting up and
digging ’Is garden over won't get no
real benefit from it. He may wear a
black coat and new trousers on Sun-
day, but 'e won't be 'appy. I’ll go and
get my little taste o' beer somewhere
else,’ 'e ses. ‘I can't breathe here.’
“He walked off before any one could
say a word; Bill Chambers dropped 'Is
pipe and smashed it, Henry Walkei
sat staring after 'lm with 'is mouth
wide open, and Sam Jones, who was
always one to take advantage, drank
'is own beer under the firm belief that
It was Joe’s.
“ ‘I shall take care that Mrs. Paw-
lett 'ears o' this,’ ses Henery, at last.
“ ‘And be usked wot you dug your
garden up for,’ ses Joe, 'and 'ave to ex-
plain that you broke your promise to
George. Why, she'd talk at us for
years and years.’
“ ‘And parson 'ud preach a sermon
about it,' ses Sam; ‘where's your
sense, Henery?’
“ 'We should be the larflng stock
for miles round,’ ses Bill Chambers.
'If anybody wants to know, I dug my
garden up to enrich the soil for next
year, and also to give some other chap
a chance of the prize.’
"Mrs. Pawlett and the parson came
'ome next day, an’ 'er voice got that
squeaky with surprise It was painful
to listen to her. All the chaps stuck
to the tale that they'd dug their gar-
den up to give the others a chance,
and Henery Walker, 'e went further
and said it was owing to a sermon on
unselfishness wot the curate 'ad
preached three weeks afore. He 'ad
a nice little red-covered 'ymn-book
the next day with ‘From a Friend’
wrote In It.
“All the gardens but one was worse
than Hob's The only better garden
was Ralph Thomson’s, who lived next
door to 'im, but two nights afore the
flower show 'is pig got walking in Its
sleep. Ralph said It was a mystery
to 'im 'ow the pig could ha' got out;
It must ha' put its foot through a
hole too small for It, and turned the
button of its door, and then climbed
over a four-foot fence. He told Bob
'o wished the pig could speak, hut Bob
said that that was sinful and unchris-
tian of 'im.
“There was quite a crowd on flower
show day following the judges. First
of all, (o Bill Chambers' astonish-
ment and surprise, they went to 'is
place and stood on the ‘caps In ‘Is
garden judging 'em, while Bill peeped
at 'em through the kitchen winder
'arf crazy. They went to every gar-
den In the place, until one of the
young ladles got tired of it, and asked
Mrs. Pawlett whether they was there
to judge cottage gardens or earth-
quakes.
“Everybody 'eld their breaths that
evening In the schoolroom when Mrs.
Pawlett got up on the platform and
took a slip of paper from one of the
judges. Then Mrs. Pawlett put 'er
glasses on her nose and Just read out,
short and sweet, that the prize of
three sovereigns and a metal teapot
for the best-kept cottage garden 'ad
been won by Mr. Robert Pretty.
"You would 'ardly think that Bob
'ud have the cheek to stand up there
and make a speech, but 'e did. He
said that if 'e told ’em all 'e'd done to
make sure o’ the prize they'd he sur-
prised. He said that 'e’d been like
Ralph Thomson's pig, up early and
late.
“He stood up there talking as
though 'e was never going to leave
off. and said that 'e hoped as 'is ex-
ample would he of benefit to 'is neigh-
bors. Some of 'em seemed to think
that digging was everything, but 'e
could say with pride that 'e 'adn't put
a spade to 'is garden for three years
until a week ago. and then not much.
"Ho finished 'Is remarks by saying
that 'e was going to give a tea-party
up at the Cauliflower to christen the
teapot, where 'e'd he pleased to wel-
come all friends.”
Fully Equal.
Aunt Mandy is an old colorfd wom-
an who for years has done washing for
several families. She has had several
matrimonial experiences, and when
her last husband died one of her cus-
tomers attempted to condole with her.
"I was very sorry to hear of your
husband's death, Aunt Mandy,” she
said.
"Ya'as, ma'am,” snid Aunt Mandy,
"He was a pow’ful good man.”
"What did he die of?"
"Ah really don't know, ma'am."
"You don't know! Gracious! Could
not the doctor tell you?”
"Ah didn’t have no doctah, ma'am,"
said Aunt Mandy. "He jes done died a
natch'ral death."
It wasn't long, however, before
Aunt Mandy had another husband.
"I hear you are married again,” re-
marked her patron one day.
"Ya'as, ma'am.” giggled Aunt Man-
dy, "Ah was done married las’ Sun-
day."
“And Is your new husband equal to
the last?”
"Ya'as. tndeedy, ma'am." said Aunt
Mandy. "He's Jes as equal. If not
equaller."
The possessors of goodness are
never conscious of an effort to appear
good.
CONSIDERATION.
The Workman—Hey, what’s that?
The Kid—I sez, any time you gits
tired I'll take de job fer two cents a
hour.—Philadelphia Ledger.
Ready, Whatever Happen*.
"Work ns though you were to live
forever; live as though you were to
dfe to-night,” says an old writer. It la
counsel that fits many, though the
man whose life is well insured may
claim some exemption. He has no
need of working as though death were
ready to come, for he bus already an-
ticipated and guarded his dependents
against the monetary distress that so
often trails in the grim visitor's wake.
As for the rest of the advice, his poli-
cies are tangible evidence of his noble
forethought and readiness to die, If
need be, to-night.
Crazy with the Heat. ,
“Can yon tell me what steam Is?”
asked the examiner.
"Why, sure, sir,” replied Patrick,
confidently. “Steam Is—why—er—it's
wather thot's gone crazy wld the
heat."—Everybody’s Magazine.
Hicks’ Capudine Cures Nervousness,
Whether tired out, worried, sleeplegB or
what not. It quiets and refreshes brain
and n«r\«H It's liquid and pleasant to
take. Trial tint tie lOe— regular site 25c and
fcOe at druggists.
Our happiness is a wacred deposit
for which we must render account to
others.—Colton.
Allen's Foot-Kane, a Powder
>r*wollt*n, mvcuting feet, (iivesInstunt relief. The
IflBsl powder for the feet* at tv ill Drugging,
The dreed of ridicule Is apt to stran-
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For children teeth In ir, softens the gupin, reduce* In*
(Uinmulioii. alla> * pain, cures wind colic. 85ca Ix&Ue.
It Isn't necessary for n married man
to know his mind.
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