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A FAMILY AFFAIR.
BY HUGH CONWAY.
CHAPTER XX
[Continued.]
Manager.
U. H. ROWELL,
GENERAL MERCHANDISE
CHAPTER XXXIV.
D. C. ROBINSON
J. F. DAWKINS
R. TAYLOR
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Mrs. J. Gohan, a stout woman of
Mahoney City, Pa., spanked gro-
ger Goodman with her shoe be-
cause he overcharged her for pot
herbs. The court fined her «ix
cents and $30 costs.
Sam Jones says the corset must
be crushed. And all over this fair
land thousands of brave young fel-
lows stand ready to crush it.
at all times, and guar-
in Eastern Texas.
“it all
cry—‘If
only be
Sarah, Miller’s crime would
useless and her sacrifice futile.
Before the prize fight at Rich-
burg began the Sheriff of the coun-
ty commanded the crowd to “dis-
perse.” The crowd did not obey,
and presumably the disgusted sher-
iff then promptly “dispersed" by
taking a front seat and betting his
pile on Sullivan. The zeal of the
average sheriff in stopping prize
fights sounds well in romance, but
in real life it seldom materializes.
—Arkansas Gazette.
No man can tell what he can do
until he lets himself out. Louis
Grenwald, a young man in Chicago,
was arrested for stealing an um-
brella the other day, and he con-
fessed that he had stolen an aver-
age of 500 per year for three years.
On one occasion he stole thirty in
twenty-four hours.
A Distinction With a Difference.
First citizen—“Come and have
a drink, old chap.”
Second citizen—“No, thanks, I
don’t drink.”
First citizen—“What? Have you
sworn off again?”
Second citizen—“No. I’ve done
something better than that this; I
have stopped drinking.”—N. Y.
Herald.
say nothing more about him—no-
thing about his frienus. He had
exchanged very few words with
him. Then he left money for the
corpse to be removed to another
wartsaal and decently laid out.
Also money for furneral expenses,
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seal Courts of Texas.
Special attention given to collections.
Office on Vale street.
The German ministers to Lon-
don and St. Petersburg get each a
salary of $37,000, while Bismarck
receives only 13,500. However, it
is not an uncommon thing to see
the dummy wearing the best
clothes__Houston Post
A St. Louis woman has a mad
stone which has been used one
hundred times “With success.” The
peculiar advantage of the mad
stone is that whenever it is used,
if no~hydrophobia follows, it scores
a victory, whether or not the dog
that bit the subject was mad.
Both Disappointed.
Bride-wife—“If I had known
that you married my for mo mon-
ey, I would never have listened to
you,”
Young husband—“And if I had
known you would be so mighty
close with your money I would
never have asked you to marry
me. There!”—Boston Courier.
The Beth-hoiue at the
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be put over the grave. They told
him the funeral must take place
on the morrow. Then he went
back to Beatrice.
She would not see him; so he
leftja note saying that all was done.
The n’ext day he stood over Mau-
rice Iftrviy’s grave.
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wait like this; but I forgot all
about it. A horrible custom, is it
not?"
Is it a horrible custom ? If
startling to strangers, is it more
horrible than the English custom
of letting the poor dead thing lie
for days in an upper chamber, lie
there often till the last sight one
carries away of the loved one is a
sight to be forgotten ? Who has
not known those fearful days
which precede an English funeral ?
The fearful dead room with its
boxed-np odor of death striving
with those of sweet-scented fltffe-
ers, eau de Cologne, and carbqlie
acid. It may seem barsh to bear
away tiro poor dead clay at once,
but not so harsh as the custom
which jeopards health for the sake
of sentiment.
Is It a horrible custom to think
of a loved one exposed te the eyes
of the public? Horrible at first
sight to watch women bringing
children and lifting them up to see
what lies behind the glass. But
why slfould the dead fear to face
their fellow creatures’ gaze more
than the living? Why should the
living be taught that the sight of
death is so to be dreaded? There
are none of the horrors of the Mor-
gue here. We must all die, and
by the testimony of myraids of
tombstones, go to heaven.
But if the sight is horrible to a
stranger it is fascinating. Notice
all who visit the Munich cemeteries
for the first time. If they peep in
at one window of the wartsaal they
will peep in at all. Beatrice and
Frank formed no exceptions to
this rule.
There are several of these win-
dows. In the one next the babies
they saw the body of and old priest.
He lay on his slanting bier of ever-
greens, dressed in his best clothes,
his cold hands holding the crucifix
to his cold heart. He slept with
peace written on his sweet waxen
face. Was this horrible?
In the next an old woman with
silver hair. She slumbered sweet-
ly and calmly as her neighbor.
Rest, perfect rest, nor horror here.
In the next a young girl with a
face worn to all but a skeleton’s.
She had died of consumption, and
looked as one who had willingly
given up her last breath. Here
was sadness for the death of one
so young, but not horror.
And so to the end. With rever-
ent eyes Frank and Beatrice saw
them all, the poor dead things, ly-
ing on their green biers awaiting
interment, lying there with a wire
fastened to the hand so that if life
was by any chance to return,
whether by night or by day, a bell
must ring and bring aid. But they
never ring for aid, these poor dead
things!
Frank and Beatrice turned away.
It seemed to Frank, at least, that
the spectacle they bad seen was a
fitting ending to their excursion.
They walked away slowly and in
silence. But they had not seen all.
In a room at the very entrance,
so that comers and goers might the
more readily notice it, lay the body
of a man. Not on fragrant boughs,
but on a plain slate bier, for there
was no one to authorize the ex-
penditure necessary to give it a
bed of evergreens. A black cloth
was thrown across the body and
the white face was turned the vin-
dow.
And Frank saw that white
and knew it—and Beatrice
that white face and knew,
grasped Frank’s arm, strove to
speaks, gave a sharp cry, and fell
senseless on the stones. Carruthers
lifted her and bore her to the fiacre.
He bade the man drive home at
once.
Beatrice revived. She looked, at
Frank in a dazed way. “I dreamed
—it was a dream?” she said in a
whisper.
“It was a dream,” answered Car-
ruthers in a hoarse,, choked voice.
Not another word was exchanged
until they reached Beatrice’s home.
Here Frank wanted to accompany
her to her rooms. She shook her
head.
“Go buck, go back,” she whis-
pered. “You will see to all, learn
everything, will you not?”
He nodded, re-entered the car-
riage and drove back to the ceme-
tery. The blood run fiercely thro’
his veins. This man, the men who
stood between him and happiness,
dead! It could not be! Such things
as this never happen in real life.
Some chance resemblance must
have misled him and Beatrice.
Will Carruthers, who had never
yet wished a fellow creature dead,
be blamed because he trembled at
the thought?
There was no mistake. He gain-
ed access to the room. He saw the
sling which had been removed
from the broken arm. And as he
stood and gazed at the dead man
he seemed to hear the voice of the
strange servant begging him in
wild accents to wait for Beatrice.
Her prophecy had come true; her
curious faith had not deceived her.
He looked long on the white
face. Pity, except the pity one
feels for violent death, did not
move his heart. But, neverthe-
less, the man lying there had once
been loved by Beatrice; might,, had
he so willed, be loved by her even
now. How strange it all seemed!
At last he turned away.
He had to answer many ques-
tions; see sundry officials. He said
he mdentified the man as one Mau-
rice Hervey, an artist He could
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the first man who developed speech;
his thoughts perhaps before speech
came to him; and so it will be the
cry of the last man who stands on
the wreck of the world.”
There was silence once more un-
til Frank broke it by repeating his
original question. Beatrice told
him she could not leave Munich
until Sarah returned.
“But she is in London. Why
nof telegraph her ? Tell her to
wait there.”
“I would, but I do not know
where to find her. She was going
to her Wend’s. The friend who
posted my letters. Sarah used to
send them, but I never thoughVof
r asking .thb-aAdeeae."
“And she is making terms with this
man,” said Frank rather bitterly,
“is empowered to let this ruffian
rob you.”
“Money is nothing. He can
have all he wants if he will trou-
ble me no more.”
Carruthers bit his lips. He cared
little for money as money, but it
enraged him to think of this vil-
lain living in luxury at the ex-
pense of the woman he had so
wronged. However, he believed
that when it came to the Talberts
having a voice in the matter, Her-
vey would find himself not so well
off as he anticipated.
“Frank,” said Beatrice, “I will
leavff with you as soon as she re-
turns, I promise. Now let us talk
of something else. We may have
but a day or two longer here. Let
me have those days to look back
upon—days of calm before the
storm broke.”
Carrutners understood her. He
forced himself to talk to her in
something like his old style. The
mirth, if it even be called mirth,
was hollow. The imitation ran
falsely. But Beatrice was grate-
ful; if only to have her thoughts
turned from one current.
“No one can fully realize what
a noble thing it is to be English,”
said Frank, “until he has returned
to London after a tour in Ger-
many. It is a gratifying thing
when you enter your hotel and
for the first time comprehend the
true mission of the great Teutonic
race.”
“What mission ?”
“To find,” continued Frank,
“that this great nation was created
apparently for the purpose of sup-
plying waiters to the English
speaking races. It is a great pa-
triotic truth which has consoled
me for many inconveniences I
have suffered from its application.”
Then he told her about the
strange people at his hotel in Mun-
ich. About the smart American
girls who would call Paris “Par-
rus." About all the other familiar
table d’ hote characters.
“It amuses me most," ho said,
“to talk to the porteurs and wait-
ers about the king. Every one
has some fresh tale about his eccen-
tricities. You know he turns night
into day. Starts off driving at
one in the morning 1”
Y<-», Beatrice had of course heard
that.
“Floats about on a lake, on top
of the palace, and fancies himself
Lohengrin. Hides away from
every one—do you know why ?’’
“An unhappy love affair years
ago," said Beatrice.
“That may have been the origin
of the tomfoolery,” said Frank.
“But the reason he keeps himself
hidden now is not romantic. He
is growing so fat, he is ashamed to
show himself. Fancy at fat Lohen-
grin !”
“I don’t believe it,” said Bea-
trice. “Most ladies look upon
King Ludwig as possessed of the
beauty of a Greek god.”
“It’s quite true. The other night
he sent for one of the singers from
the opera. She had to sit in a punt
on the lake and sing to him. Fan-
cy a prima donna in a punt singing
to an invisible king. Well, the
punt was small and the lady stout.
Just in the middle of a grand ca-
denza over went the boat. What
do you think the king did?
“Naturally, pulled her out.”
“Not a bit of it. He rang a bell
and walked away, leaving the poor
thing to splash. Makes one feel a
republican to hear of such things.”
So Frank talked, but all his fool-
ing was forced. They had been
walking about aimlessly, and had
scarcely noticed where. “Shall
we go any where—to one of the
galleries?" asked Beatrice.
“No,” said Frank. “It’s too fine
for pictures. Let us go and look
at the statue of Bavaria.” The
statue being a long way off, they
took one of those delightful little
fiacres, hired, including a coach-
man with a broad silver band
around his hat, for something like
a sixpence the half hour. One,
almost the only, one relic of by-
gone cheap living in Munich.
They inspected the colossal statue
but did not yield to the tempta-
tion of going up into its head via
the leg. They walked through the
Hall of Fame at the back of the
statue. But sight-seeing did them
no more good than Frank’s forced
fayety. They were both sad at
eart.
“Where shall we go now ?” asked
Frank as they came back to the
fiacre. “Is there anything else to
see about here ?” He couched this
question in curious Gorman, and
addressed the driver. The driver
said the great south cemetery was
not far off.
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“Now you go straight home like
a good woman/ 1*11 see you safe
off the bridge. Yon can go from
which end yon like, but if you stay
here any longer, well, I must run
you in."
She clasped her hands. “I a$f
mad !” she cried in piteous, implor-
ing tones. “Can’t you see f am
mad. Take me and pnt me where
mad people are sent to.”
Strange aa. a confession of in-
sanity seemed, the puzzled police-
man was bound to take her at her
word, the more so because she
would not or could not give any
account of herself, or name any
place of residence. So she was
led away a docile captive, and
spent the rest of the night, or
rather morning, under detention.
Mad or not she believed her
work was now- done; believed that
she would be bestowed where her
mistress would never find her,
Mover hear of her. Mad or not
her one concentrated aim was to
keep the secret of the way in
which Maurice Hervey died. If
mad, the poor wretch’s cunning
had all bnt supplied the place of
reason.
All but, for as usual it had for-
gotten one important thing. Un-
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“I don’t like cemeteries,” said
Frank doubtfully.
“I do,” said Beatrice. So they
drove according to her wish.
They passed under the great
arched entrance to the place of
tombs. Beatrice, who was now
deep in sad thoughts, looked neith-
er to the right nor left—and Frank
was looking only at Beatrice.
They walked straight into the
great open space, and for a while,
with the bright May sun shining
down on them, wandered about
the forest of tombs, which, after
die manner of all continental me-
morial stones, looked untidy from
flic withered or tawdry wreaths
which had been placed on them
last All Souls’ Day, and left to de-
cay at ease. Carruthers was some-
what disappointed in the ceme-
tery. Although this was his first
visit to Munich, he fancied he had
read or heard that this cemetery
was one of the finest in Europe.
He told Beatrice he was disap-
pointed.
“Perhaps the finest monuments
are under the piazza,” she said.
They walked across to the.broad
piazza which runs around the cen-
ter space. As Beatrice had sus-
pected, the finest and most costly
and artistic monuments were near
the wall. Some of them were mag-
nificent works of art, but Carruth-
ers paid them scant attention.
Whether it was the melancholy
surroundings or the strain which
at Beatrice’s wish had put upon
himself to keep their conversation
away from the subject ever upper-
most in their hearts, he could not
tell, but it seemed to him that at
this moment his sorrow was more
unendurable, more abiding than
ever. He glanced gloomily over
the broad, white-studded expanse,
where slept thousands who had
once been men even as he now was
a man, who had breathed, eaten,
drunk, hoped, feared, loved, and
—died. ’
“This!” he muttered. “To this
it all comes. The end of love,
of ambition, of wealth, of poverty,
of pain, of joy. All edme to it, and
other men and women walk over
our graves and wonder who we
wore. Beatrice! Beatrice!” he
cried, in a voice of exquisite
agony, “we can live but once and
our life is wasted!”
Bravely as he had borne himself
Carruthers had at last broken
down.
Beatrice started. These words
were the first which had been
wrung from him which implied
the slightest reproach. It only
wanted this to complete her mis-
ery. She bent her head and the
tears ran from her eyes. Then she
looked at Frank with a pitiful, ap-
pealing gaze which went straight
to his heart.
“I was a fool—a weak fool,” ho
said. “Forgive mo.”
“No, you are wise. Oh, why was
I ever born!”
“Let us go," said Frank. I hate
this abode of dead mortality."
So with heavy hearts they walk-
ed along the broad piazza towards
the entrance to the cemetery.
Somehow their hands met, and
they went hand in hand. There
were a few workmen and loiteres
about, who, seeing them, no doubt
thought it was an English custom
for a grown-up man and woman to
walk so, or that these twq were
mourning some common loss.
They were indeed!
Neither spoke. Carruthers was
telling himself that he was weaker
than he thought, that he could not
bear the situation longer. He
would see Beatrice safe in Eng-
land. He would see this man and
insure her future peace. Then he
would—he must leave her. To see
her, hear voice, touch her hand,
yet know that she could not be his
was more than he could ask him-
self to bear.
And Beatrice’s thoughts ran
much in the same groove. She
had from the first known it must
be so. This was why she had beg-
ged that the last few days they
spent in Munich might be made
such as memory loves to linger
upon. Such friendship as Frank
had spoken of was between them
an impossibility.
So as they walked that piazza
they were bidding each other a
farewell which might well be eter-
nal. No wonder their hands re-
fused to part!
As they drew near to the en-
trance they passed what was to all
appearance a shop with a plate
glass front opening on the piazza.
In front of it were two or three
men and women and several chil-
dren; the last-named on tip-toe,
and flattening their flat Teutonic
noses against the glass. Frank
also glanced that way and saw
such a curious sight, that, in spite
of his preoccupation, he stopped.
A little way inside the glass was
arranged on banks of evergreens
and flowers what seemed to be a
dozen dolls, of various sizes, but
all large for dolls. Each was
dressed in smart long robes with
tinsel and other decorations, and
each doll bore a large number. A
curious sight! Carruthers drew
near and then the truth flashed
upon him. They were dead ba-
bies 1 There, each in its little nest
of leaves and flowers, they lay
awaiting the day for burial. '
“They are dead!” said Frank to
Beatrice-
“Yes. I remember hearing it
was the custom here to let them
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Carruthers, as was his custom,
called for Beatrice early one morn-
ing. Now that he had firmly re-
solved that he must, would, could,
should school himself to accept the
position which it seemed likely
was to be his for the future, he
could see no reason why he should
be debarred from enjoying every
moment of Beatrice’s society. To
say that he was resigned to his
fate would be absurd. No one is
resigned to fate. One is compelled
to submit to its tyranny, that is
all.
Of course Frank was unhappy-
and of course Beatrice was unhap-
py. At heart they were as wretch,
ed as any sentimental school girl
could wish them to be amid such
circumstances. But all the same
they were not so truly miserable
as they imagined. Even two young
lovers kept apart by fate—with a
lookout of eternal darkness—with-
out even the hope of seeing hope
glimmer in the distance, so long
as they know that each loves the
other, even as he or she loves her
or him; so long as they can see
each other, talk to each other, oven
if that* talk must be on indifferent
subjects, they cannot be altogether
unhappy. At least they have the
consolation of mutual love. Frank
and Beatrice would have denied
the accuracy of Ahis reasoning, but
it is nevertheless true.
This morning Beatrice left her
boy in charge of the smiling Bava-
rain servant and went for a walk
with Frank. It was a fair May
morning, fairer perhaps elsewhere
than in Munich, which is a dry,
dusty, barren land. For some
time they walked in silence, and
apparently without any settled
destination. By and by Carruth-
ers spoke.
“When do you think you will be
ready to return to England ?” he
asked. Her eyes were cast down.
She did not answer his question.
“Beatrice, you will take my ad-
tffee in this ?’’ he spoke gravely
and tenderly.
“Yes, I will take your advice.
I will do all you wish—be guided
entirely by you. Heaven knows
I have guided myself long enough.
See where it has led me.
Her eyes filled with tears as she
spoke. Frank clenched his hands
behind his back. He felt so pow-
erless to help her. After all he
could aid her so little.
“What do you propose ? What
do you think I should do?” she
asked.
“I think we should go straight
back to England; straight to Oak-
bury. I will come with you, and
if you wish it, tell Horace and
Herbert everything.”
“What will they say? What will
they do? I should think they
would at once tarn me out of
their house.”
Frank smiled a sad little smile.
“Dear Beatrice," he said, “can you
fancy either Horace or Herbert
turning out a dog who came to
them for protection ? That is," he
added, “if the dog had not been in
mud.”
“Ah, Frank, but I have been in
the mud,” said Beatrice sadly. “I
have years of mud on me. It will
never come off, Frank.”
Frank, as a man should, tried to
console her, tried to persuade her
that the mud was after all neither
so very black nor so very thick.
She shook her head and refused to
another
A cloud-burst in Nevada the oth-
er day dropped enough water on a
region two milea square to form a
lake of ten acres in extent and ten
feet deep. They beat a cyclone
while they last.
If a man empties his purse into
his head, no man can take it away
from him. An investment in knowl-
edge always pays the best interest.
—Franklin.
< FOR SALE
' One Two-Horse Wagon;
One Spring Wagon
and shafts, double and
"liable harness.
■J Also one set of Butcher’s Tools,
’tyill sell seperate vr altogether at
• tergain. Apply to
/ j. R. McPherson,
LOUIS IARI, A™.
LOUISIANA STATE L01
ass •nieinas.
Little Louisiana Lotter;
TUESDAY, August 13, 1889.
GALVESTON,
-“ TEXAS.
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Why Texas is Great.
Texas has some mighty good
talkers traveling around the coun-
try. That is one reason why Texas
is rapidly becoming the grandest
empire on the face of the earth.
They polish off the subject some-
thing after this fashion:
The resources of the State are
unlimited. They call us a prairie
State, yet we have 25,000,000 acres
of virgin' pine forest. We are a
cattle-raising and a • wool-raising
State, and still we raise more cot-
ton than any other. Recent inves-
tigations show that we Lave iron
in large quantities in our hills.
The report^jjf the agricultural
department at WaMftngww show
that in proportion to her cultiva-
tion acreage, Texas has returned
ten per cent” more Income to her
farmers than either Ohio, Indiana
or Illinois. And when you take
into consideration the low price of
farming lands, compared with
those of the States mentioned, the
security.of loans on farms in Texas
is better than either of the other
Stales can offer.
There are fewer paupers ?n pro-
portion to population than are con-
tained in any other State. And,
altogether, there is no better place,
socially or otherwise, in which to
establish a home and a business.
The census of 1890 will be a reve-
lation of a startling character with
respect to Texas. Her population
increasod from 800,000 in 1870 to
1,600,000 in 1880, and in 1890 it
will be 3,000,000.—Memphis Ava-
lanche.
The San Antonio Times resur-
rects from the musty archives of
the ancient province of Bexar the
report of a terrible flood which
nearly destroyed all of the city
July 5, 1819. The document is the
report of Antonio Martinez, gov-
ernor of the province, to his supe-
rior at San Louis Potosi, and bears
date July 8, 1819. The flood was
caused by a tremendous waterspout
which burst just north of the city,
causing the San Antonio River and
San Pedro Creek to overflow their
banks and the waters of the two
streams met, inundating all the
territory now occupied by Main
and Military Plazas and sweeping
away many houses and much prop-
erty. A large number of lives were
lost in this great overflow and by
the destruction of property and
crops the people were reduced to
the most lamentable want and de-
stitution. The governor’s report
is written in Spanish and gives a
complete list of a number of houses
belonging to insurgents which were
destroyed at the same time.
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We know of but one great school
teacher in Texas who has the mor-
al courage to proclaim himself in
favor of the Blair Educational Bill.
That man is professor Alexander
E. Hogg, of Ft. Worth. Other
teachers are either mum upon the
subject, or else ostensibly against
it. And s et, at tlrt great Teachers'
Convention, hefti in Galveston, last
week, Prof. Hogg was made Presi-
dent of the meeting, and every
other honor possible was accorded
him. His was the great directing
and controlling spirit that pervad-
ed the deliberation of that intellec-
tual body of Texas educators. Nev-
ertheless, at Ft. Worth, the dema-
gogues “have got it in for him.”
They have succeeded in supersed-
ing him, as Superintendent of
Schools, with an obscure peda-
gogue of small calibre. “Oh, the
times. Oh the manners.”—Denton
Monitor.
There is living in the county of
Franklin, Me., a who has lived
in two States, three towns and
three' counties, but who has never
moved, still living where he was
born. The facts of the cases are
these: Charles Graham was born
in State of Massachusetts, town of
New Vineyard and county ofKen-
nebeek, the 28th day of May, 1819.
In 1820 that part of Massachusetts
was incorporated or set off as
Maine. He still lived New Vine-
yard, Kennebec county, but in-
stead of Massachusetts. Maine.
Then the part of New Vineyard he
lived in was set off as'the town of
Industry, Somerset count}’. When
Franklin county was incorporated
industry was set off to help form a
new county, which was Franklin.
In 1850 the part of Industry where
he lived was again sot off the
town of Farmington.
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What la Wrlttes, Stays.
It is said that ail the newspapers
in Russia are really edited by the
Czar. H’m; this probably accounts
for the fact that in Russia nobody
ever comes charging upstairs out
of breath, bouncing into the office
with a big club and demanding the
name of the man who wrote a cer-
tain article reflecting on the Musi-
cal Union or the chairman of the
relief committee. He's afraid he
might have to go all the way to
Siberia to find him.—Burdette.
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That Settled It
“That settles it,” said a prisoner
whom His Honor sentenced to the
Work House for sixty days the
other morning.
“Settles what?”asked the officer to
whom the remark was addressed.
“I have been troubled in my
mind whether to go down to Long
Branch or up to Mackinac this sum-
mer. Now I won’t have to go to
either.”—Detriot Free Press.