IF WE ONLY COU LD.
If a man could be born when he’s old,
And gradually grow young,
The wisdom he’d gain and the lore he’d at-
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Are not easily said or sung.
If I knew as much as my boy.
Who is six times younger than I,
I’d have a sumcience of general omnisci-
, ence— .
Be finished and ready to die.
So a man might drink deeper. I hold.
Yes, force out truth’s obstinate bung,
If he could be born when he’s old
And gradually grow young.
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For the groping and ignorant man .
In his darkness would cdunt it a joy
If he had the light to enlighten his night.
01 the wise. luminiferous boy.
If he could grow younger and wise.
And develon from age into youth,
We’d be able to hold when we're thirteen
years old,
The substance and sum of all truth.
.And the oceans of wisdom we’d hold
‘ Cannot be imagined or sung,
II: a man could be born when he’s old '
And gradually 'grow young. '
But a man is now born very young,
And he gradually grows very old,
And as his youth finishes, his wisdom di-
minishes, '
And his ignorance grows manifold
rAnd so every year doth his wisdom decrease
3' And his tight knowledge web is unstrung,
"And no man can be sure that he is not 1m-
mature
Unless he’s exceedingly young——
What sages the world might behold,
What giants of brain and of tongue,
If a man could be born when he's old
And gradually grow young.
—St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
, BETTY’S VERSE.
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l BY SARAH B. KENYON.
Mr. Rogers was thinking. His
thoughts went back twenty years, and
he saw himself a young man doing a
prosperous business, and, although not
in partnership, still intimately asso-
ciated with one who had been his .play-
mate, neighbor and close friend for
thirty years. And then Mr. Rogers
saw the financial trouble that had
come upon him, and he thought bitter-
ly that, if the friend had played the
part of a friend, it might have been
averted. ,
He saw the twenty years of estrange-
ment; he felt again the bitterness of
that hour of failure.
Mr. Rogers rose from his chair, and,
going to his safe, drew from it three
notes for five thousand dollars each,
due on the following Monday.
“Twenty years is a long time to wait
for justice,” said he to himself; “but
now, and without my lifting a finger,
these notes have come into,my posses-
sion, and I know, Robert French, that
it will be hard for you to pay them. I
knew justice would be done at last.”
And Mr. Rogers replaced the notes in
his safe and closing his office went
home to eat. Many a man will cry out‘
for justice when it is revenge he de-
sires.
On Monday morning Mr; Rogers
went to the station to take the eight
o’clock train for Boston. He had just
taken his seat in the car when he heard
his name spoken, and saw Mr. Palmer,
his neighbor, standing by his seat.
“Are you going to town?” asked Mr.
Palmer. ,
“Yes,” was the reply. “Anything I
can do for you?”
7:. “I wish you would 'take charge of
my little girl as far as M—. Her
grandmother will meet her there. I
have promised her this visit for a week,
and intended to take her down myself,
but just at the last minute I have re-
ceived a dispatch that I must be here
to meet some men who are coming out
on the next train.”
“Why, of course I will,” said Mr.
Rogers, heartily. “Where is she?”
At these words a tiny figure clam-
bered on the seat, and a cheerful voice
announced: “Here I is!”
“Thank you,” said Mr. Palmer.
“Good—by, Betty; be a good girl and
papa will come for you to-morrow.”
“Good-by, papa; give my love to the
baa-lammie, and all the’ west of the
fam’ly,” replied Betty.
People looked around and laughed at
Betty’s putting the lamb at the head
of the family. They saw a very little
girl under an immerse hat, and with a
«pair of big blue eyes and rosy cheeks.
Mr. Rogers put her next to the win-
dow, and began to talk with her.
“How old are you, Betty?” he asked.
“I’m half-past four; how old are
you?” promptly returned Betty.
“Not quite a hundred,” laughed Mr.
Rogers. “but pretty old, for all that.”
“Is that what made the fur all come
ofi the top of your head?” she asked,
looking thoughtfully at his bald head,
for the heat had caused him to take off
his hat. .
Mr. Rogers said he guessed so.
Betty pointed out various objects of
interest and made original comments
‘wssxir'
noses nor call your baa-lemmie names,
’cause that’s wicked; but last week
Wobbie bweaked his ’locipede, and the
next day all the boys were going to
have a wace, and when I said my
pwayersI told the Lord I was glad
Wobbie had bweaked his ’locipede. I
was, but when I wanted to go to sleep
I feeled bad‘here,” and Betty placed
a tiny hand on her chest, and drew a
long breath. “But by and by, after
much as a hour, I guess, I thinked how
naughty that was, and then I telled
the Lord I was sorwy Wobbie had
bweaked his ’locipede and Iwould lend
him mine part of the time; and then .
I feeled good, and I was asleep in a.
minute.”
“And what about Robbie?”
Mr. Rogers.
"Well,” replied the child, “I guess if
I keep on loving him, he won’t be a.
‘innymunt’ much longer.” '
“I guess not, either,” said hIr.
Rogers, giving his hand to help her
down from the seat as the cars slack-
ened speed at M——, and stopped at
the station. He led the child from the
car, and gave her to her grandmother’s
care.
“I hope she has not troubled you,”
asked
said the lady, looking fondly at the,
child.
“On the contrary, madam, she has
done me a world of good,”said he, sin-
cerely, as he raised his hat and, bidding
Betty good—by, stepped back into the '
car.
Mr. Rogers resumed his seat, and
looked out of the window, but he did
not see the tre es, nor the green fields,
nor the peaceful river, with its thou-
sands of white water lilies like stars
in the midnight sky. .
Had he told the Lord that he was
glad his “innymunt” had broken his
velocipede, and could not join in the
race for wealth and position? When
he came to put the question straight to
his soul, it certainly did look like it.
It was of no use for him to say that
the notes were honestly due. He knew
that he could afford to wait for the
money, and that if Robert French was
forced to pay them at once, he’ would
probably be ruined; and he heard the
sweet voice of the child saying: “Love
your ‘innymunts,’ ” and he said in his
heart. using the old familiar name of
his boyhood days: “Lord, I’m sorry
Bob has broken his velocipede; I’ll lend
him mine until he gets his mended.”
Had the sun suddenly come out from
behind a dark cloud? Mr. Rogers
thought so; but it had really 'been
shining its brightest all the morning.
A boy came through the train with
a great bunch of water lilies, calling:
"Liliescentapiecesixforfi.”
“Here, boy!” called Mr. Rogers.
“Where did those come from?”
“White Pond Lily cove,” said the
boy, eying Mr. Rogers with some per-
plexity. He had been train boy for
five yea rs, and never had known him to
buy anything but the Journal.
“What’ll you take for that bunch?”
“Fifty cents,” replied the boy,
promptly. -
Mr. Rogers handed him the half-dol-
lar, and took the fragrant lilies. “How
do you get into the cove now?” he
asked, as the boy pocketed'the money
and was moving on.
“Git out’n’ shove her over the bar,”
replied the boy as he went on.
Mr. Rogers looked down at the flow-
ers with streaks of pink on the outer
petals, at the smooth, pinkish-brown
stems, and thought of the time, forty
years before, when he and Rob, two
barefooted urchins, had rowed across
White pond in a leaky boat, and by
great exertion dragged and pushed it
over the bar, and been back home at
seven o’clock in the morning with such
1 lead of lilies as had never been seen
.;- the village before. Yes, he remem-
berc l it; and Rob’s mother was frying
doughnuts when they got back, and
she had given them six apiece. 0h, she
knew what boys’ appetites were! She
Lad been dead for thirty years, he
thought.
Just then the cars glided into the
station. Everybody rushed out of the
train, Mr. Rogers following in a kind
of dream. He walked along until he
' came to Sudbury street, and stopped at
upon them, not at all abashed by her ,
companion’s age and gravity. Suddenly
she looked up and said: “I go to Sun-
day school!”
“Do you? and what do you do there?”.,
“Well. I sing and I learn a verse. My
teacher gived me a new one ’bout bears,
but I don’t know it, yet; but I know the
first one I had; want me to tell it to‘
you?” and the big blueIeyeslooked con- ,
fidingly up at Mr. Rogers.
“Why, of course I do, Betty,” he re- .
plied.
Betty folded her hands, and, with her
eyes fixed on her listener’s face, said:
“ ‘Love your innymunts.’ ”
Mr. Rogers flushed, and involuntarily
put his hand to his pocketbook; but
Betty, all unconscious of his thought,
said: “Do you want me to ’splain it?”
The listener nodded and the child
went on: “Do you know what an ‘inny-
munt’ is?” but receiving no answer, she
said: “When anybody does naughty
things and bweaks your playthings,
he’s a ‘innymunt.’ Wobbie Fwench was
my ‘innymunt;’ he bweaked my dolly’s
nose, and he sticked burrs in my baa-
lammie’s fur, and he said it wasn’t a
baa-lammie, nofin’. but just a lammie;”
and the big eyes grew bigger as they
recalled this last indignity.
Mr. Rogerslooked deeply interested,
and, in fact, who could have helpedit,
looking at the earnest little face? Bet-
ty continued to ,“ ’splain:”
“It doesn’t mean,” she said, “that
you must let.him bweak all your dolls’
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a place where he read: “Robert
French, Manufacturer of Steam and
Gas Fittings.”
He entered -the building and, going
up one flight of stairs, opened a door
and entered a room fitted up as an of-
fice. A man sat at a desk, anxiously
examining a pile of papers. He looked
up as Mr. Rogers entered, stared at
him as if he could not believe his eyes,
and, without speaking, rose from his
chair and offered a seat to his visitor.
Mr. Rogers broke the silence. “Rob,”
he said, holding out‘his hand, “these
came from the cove 'where we used to
go, and—and—I’ve come around to say
that if you want to renew those notes
that are due to-day, I am ready to do
so, and—and—”
But Mr. French had sunk into his
chair, and, with his head buried in his
hands, was sobbing as if his heart
would break.
Mr. Rogers awkwardly laid the lilies
on the desk and sat down. “Don’t,
Rob,” he said, at length.
“You wouldn’t wonder at it, Tom,”
\was the reply, "if you knew what I
had endured for the past forty-eight
hours. I can pay every penny, if I
have time, but to pay them to-day
meant absolute ruin. ”.
“Well, I guess we can fix all that,”
said Mr. Rogers, looking intently into
the crown of his hat. “Have you any
more papers out?”
“Less than two hundred dollars,”
was the reply.
The twenty years of estrangement
were forgotten, like a troubled dream,
as the two men went over business pa-
pers together; and when they finally
separated, with a clasp of the hand,
each felt a dozen years younger. .
“Ah l” said Mr: Rogers, as he walked
away with a light step, “Betty was
right. If you love your innymunt, he
won’t be an innymunt any longer.”—
Christian Union. '
—Wa1ter Scott’s eyes were a grayish
blue and very quick and keen. His
hair was rather light than dark, and
he always walked with a decided limp,
from an injury received early in life. .,
BOSTON stoma BICYCLE. l
The Lucky Number, 97, Held by a’South’
Norwalk Lady.
Friday was an extraordinarily busy
day at the Boston Store and the clerks
in every department were put almost
to their wits end to wait on the deluge
of customers, It was the great half-
price sale in which every customer was
given a chance on a handsome Waverly
bicycle. The drawing took place a few
minutes before 10 o’clock.
A little girl was blindfolded and she
drew No. 97. William Sheldon pur-
chased what purported to be the lucky
ticket, from a young man named
Thomas Cahill for as is stated 820. On
its presentation it was pronounced by
the managers to be a forgery as the
edges of the lucky ticket and the cou-
pon presented did not match.
This morning, the suspected coupon
‘which had been returned was placed
under a powerful magnifying glass and
it was readily seen that the number
had been changed to 97 the work hav-
ing apparently been done with ordinary
writing fluid.
Soon after the examination the genu-
ine coupon Was presented at the store
and it was learned that it was held by
Mrs. E. G. Tomlinson wife of Druggist
Tomlinson of South Norwalk, to whom
the wheel was then delivered.
Nearly 39,000 coupons were given out
during the sale which lasted only three
days. ..
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OBITUARY.
MRS, ADELAIDE WYATT FERGUSON.
Mrs. A. W. Ferguson, the only sister
of Rev. A. H. Wyatt, died at the parson-
age of the Norwalk Methodist church,
Tuesday afternoon after a lingering ill-
ness. She was for many years an active
member of the W. C. T. U. holding for
some time one of the state offices of
this association. In the church of
which her brother is the pastor, she
has been an incessant and successful
worker. Through her efforts the Sun-
day noon class was revived and increas-
ed in attendance and efficiency.
She took Special interest also in the
work of the Junior League and the
King’szDaughters; she was a member
of the Always Ready Circle. With un-
usual energy and heartiness she entered
into any and every work which would
build up the church.
Her disease confined her to the house
for many months, but she died in great
peace.
The funeral service will be held at the
parsonage, 4 West avenue on Thursday
at 5.45 p. m.
~ luro’rs Drawn.
The Selectmen have selected the fol-
lowing to do jury duty during the en-
suing rear. The list will be reduced to
forty by the jury commissioners, as
prescribed by law: »
George E. Allen. Tallmadge Baker,
James BateP, Walter R. Bates, Alfred
W. Betts, :Legrand C. Bette, Edward
Blake, Isaac Bowe, Sylvester Brother-
ton, Hiram S. Brown, George W. Bry-
an, Charles A. Burr, William H. Bying-
ton, Frank E. Carr, B. L. Case, Alfred
A. Chinery, Charles E. Church, 0. S.
Clark, Thomas Cooney, J. H. Crockett,
James :0, Crown, D. S. Curtis, Stiles
W. Curtis, W. A. Oushman, John W.
Duke, W. E. Dean, Samuel Daskam,
W. F. DeKlyn, Daniel Dunlop, Bernard
0. Feeney, E. H. Fillow, D. W. Fitch,
Fred. Freudenthal, George B. Gregory,
George S. Grumman, Claude Guthrie,
Sidney Guthrie, Edward Hafi’ner,
Charles F. Hallock, W. S. Hanford, W.
A. Hendrick, S. H. Holmes, Edwin G.
Hoyt, Gould Hoyt, Legrand Jennings,
E. J. Ladrigan, Francis Leonard.
James L’Hommedieu, Charles ’ W.
Lockwood, Frederick E. Lockwood,
Charles Loomis, Theodore S. Lowndes.
F. S. Lyon, W. F. Mather, E. H.
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. SAVED BY
A BURRO’S FANCY.
A Miner‘s Story" of Escape from
an Indian Massacre.
Sintago Carried the Richest Pack in the
Train, and When He Took a Short
Cut the Trainmaster and a
Trailer Followed.
“Mexican burros as a rule are sociable
creatures, and will keep together in a
hard or pack train so closely that you
have hard work to separate one from
the rest,” said W shington-Himrod, a
mining man fro Arizona: “Sintago,
the one I am going to tell you about,
seemed no exception. He was a. plain,
everyday donkey with the regulation
ears, drab skin, and black mark of the
cross between his shoulders. He had
behaved so well before that it surprised
us all when he gave us the slip one day,
and, what was worse,‘took his pack
load along with him. It looked like
misfortune when it happened, but it
proved good luck for me in the end.
Sintago was in the burro train which
packed one from the Emma .Cinch-a
mine, in the Burro mountains, dowu to
Cavallo station on the wagon trail.
But none of us knew then that his fil'St
master had been a gambrusino who had
driven him, packed with stolen ore, in
and out of these mountains so many
times that Sintago knew all the trails
and short cuts as well as the Apaches
did.
“At the time I was trainmaster, in
charge of all freighting for the Buena
Cincha, and had started from the mine
with a train of 20 burros loaded with
ore in sacks. At Cavallo station four
E wagons were waiting for me to arrive.
l There I was to complete their loads
, with the one I brought'and go on with
; the wagons to Silver City. This was in
-. the 70’s, when the Apaches were very
troublesome. for the Chiricahua I't‘lN'
gades, the remnant of Cochise’s band,
were hiding in. the Sierra Nadir, down
across the Mexican border. and they
raided up into New Mexico and Arizona
every little while.
“For my train of 20 burros there
were three Mexican packers. I rode my
horse in advance to see that the way
was clear ahead. One of the Mexicans
came next, heading the train, and the
other two brought up the rear where
they could watch the burros and their
packs. Sintago was in the middle of
the train, and he carried two sacks
filled with choice specimen ore to be
shown in helping through a mine deal
that was on at Silver City. The mine
owners and the representatives of a syn-
dicate that proposed to float our stock
were there waiting for me.
“From the mine to the station was a
long day’s trip. It was some time near
the middle of the afternoon when Sin-
iugo left the train, though nobody saw
him go. He managed the matter very
neatly. ,It was in a canyon at a place
where the trail made a sharp turn, so
that after passing it Sintago was out
of sight from the Mexicans behind for
a minute or two. He turned short oil?
the trail, took five or six steps into the
bushes, and stopped behind a big rock.
The burros behind him, following the
sound! of the bell ahead, kept to the
trail, and had closed up the gap before
the two Mexicans got round the turn.
They did not notice that one was gone,
station, at five o’clock, that I found out
missing.
“At the station the wagons were wait-
ing. Of course I could not go with them
and leave those specimens behind. It
took but a few minutes to load on the
I went back on the mountain trail, ml:-
ing along with me. Antonio \‘aljez, 01:0
of the packers, a reliable man and good
trailer.
at. the station, and I rode my own horse.
The bronco would serve as a pack horsw
if necessary to bring the orc out of 11-10
mountains. We rode hot foot, and. be-
fore darkness‘fell, we had found where
the burro had turned off the trail and
waited behind the rock. We traced his
course up the mountain a little distance
and then came back to the canycr.
found a grassy place where our horsm
could feed, and, picketing them, lay
down to sleep until morning.
“With the first gleam of day we were
off up the mountain side. None but an
experienced trailer could have followed
the tracks of a. burro’s unshod fret over
the rocks and hard earth of the mom--
tain side, but Antonio managed to 1;: :2 -
them. But he didn’t take much sire“
in our finding Sintago—finding 122:1:
alive, at least.
“ ‘Los osas, los leones-Pthey get him
first,’ he said. ‘Los Apaches mebbe.’
“In the course of anhour we came To
horse trail, and after that the burro’s
course was easily followed. Two hours
later we came to a. little valley, where
Sintago had stopped to graze andth'efl
had started on. The trail wound r "rug
the mountains, making many
and turns, but I could see tlu: . v ’
eral ecurse was easterly. - L. ‘ o-
in a mood to enjoy fine landscape views.
Sometimes it skirted the brink of steep‘
precipices, and again would lie along
some grassy upland valley. It was at
one of these that Antonio, who rode
ahead, pulled rein and motioned for :2: ~
to come up. There in the moist ( art}:
was the track of a grizzly bear follcrv-
ing the trail of the burro. Antonio
shook his head.
“ ‘That fellow getSintago,’ he said.
‘We get the pack, mebbe. But the bur—
ro—he eat up by this time.’
“The bear’s track kept on with Sin-
ta-go’s, and at the next valley, a. green,
moist spot, a new track appeared above
the bear’s—the big, round footprints of
an immense mountain lion which had
.‘
crossed the marshy placein longbounds.
tago,butAntonio said: _
" ‘They have bigfight those fellows
’bout Sintago. Both want to eat him
Same time—one git lickede—mebbe the 3'
flight before they ketch him.’ ,
i “The three tracks kept on together
The Nflmalk Fire 1118ch Cg |Things certainly looked bad for Sin-
'for ahalf mile or so, and then, where;
and it was not until we got near the 1
that Sintago, with the specimens, was ,
ore sacks and start the wagon 06. Then 5
I had found a bronco [or him I
where the tracks turned off into an cizl .
rugged road to travel, and we Were nod
the path followed a shelf of rock round
the side of a precipice, we came to the
place where the mountain lion had over- _
taken the grizzly. There had been. a. ‘
fight and no mistake. There were blood
and hair and-other marks of a fierce ~
struggle, showing that business hadbe-
gun promptly 'after they got together. .
But neither bear nor lion was to be
seen, and we could find no traces of.
either leading from the place, although
we searched for them forward and back '
along the trail. Antonio went to the
edge of the precipice, which fell sheer
for full 200 feet. He steadied himself
by a scrub oak tree that grew out from
the brink and looked down.
“ ‘There they be, both those fellows,’
he said. ‘They tumble off. and bOth . ‘
get killed.’ _
“Antonio-stepped back to give me a
chance to see, and with him holding
me first by my belt I clutched the tree
trunk and looked down the dizzy depth.
At the foot of the cliff both animals
were lying still; the bear a shapeless
heap, the lion stretched 92 hi; has, a...
both dead. Sintago was safe from them,
but where was he? for we had. not once
come in sight of him. We were hungry,
for it was now afternoon, and we had
I eat-ens the last morsel of bread and bacon
we had brought from the station on
starting outin the allowing- We had
to stop an hour to let f‘hc horses rest
and feed, and then we took “I? tmfl
again, for the specimens must bf? re-
covered and we must follow \vherevCP
Sintago chose to lead. I thought of
the wagons lumbering along toward Sil-
ver City and the teamsters’ comfortable
dinner, and it did not help my feelings
to think of what the mine owners would
say when the wagons came in without
me or the specimens.
“But soon there was something closer
at hand to think of. I had fallen a little
behind Antonio, and when I came up
if“: he was looking very serious.
I Be pointed lo the path, and there across
El mas Hm. trail of 3,5 or 20 ponies that
:Bnul puss-cal within an hour, going to
the smash. The depth of the hoofprints
and the way they had traveled in single
file showed that they had carriedlndian
§ riders.
l “ ‘Lcs Apaches,’ said Antonio, look-
Eng fear-fully around, and both of us
, clutched our firearms as if the Indians
'wcre upon us. But they were not in
sight, and they had been going in a
; hurry, for not one. of them had turned
. to follow Sintago’s tracks, which must
3 have been fresh when they passed. We
went on. keeping a sharp lookout, for
Z when the Apaches are out there is no
safe place for any white man about the
' Burro mountains. We hurried on, but
still could see no sight of Sintago. It
was plain that he knew where he was
going. though we didn’t. It might be
to Silver City, or some Mexican plazeta;
it might be an Indian camp or robber’s
den in the mountains. At last, as the
' sun was going down behind the peaks,
we saw from the top of a rise the burro
far ahead, just entering a narrow can-
yon. We set spurs to our horses, took
the trail down the long steep canyon
on the run, and came out upon the plain
with the mountains all behind us.
Ahead, disappearing like a shadow in
' ihe twilight, was Sintago, still carry-
: Eng his pack and heading straight for
9 Silver City, whose lights were gleam-
; ing five or six miles away.
‘ “Glad enough we were to see those
‘ lights, and our horses at sight of them
quickened their pace. We soon over-
; look Sintago moving smartly along at
3 a half ‘rot, looking none the worse for
2 wear, tho-ugh he had been carrying his
‘ pack for 36 hoursthrough a mountain
country. We kept him ahead of us, and,
in another hour, we all halted in front of
9 the Legal Tender corral in Silver City k
with the wagons not due until the next
day at noon.
“We put our animals in the corral
: and went to the hotel, taking the sacks
o-l‘ specimens with us. That evening I
root l1)? mine owners and the syndicate
2r3an at Porter & Crawford’s store, with
T‘.‘:" specimen ores to exhibit, a. day
I‘m-ad of time, and the deal was made
then and there. Then I went to the
bowl and to bed, for I was very tired.
"‘hree o‘clock in the morning I was
:s-s-rzafacned by the landlord, bringing
news. ~
“ ‘.\ courier had just come over the
stage trail,’ he said, ‘and he says the
Apaches jumped your wagon out-fit in
’f‘cf'm Gulch last evening. They killed
.23.} the tcsmsters, ran the stock off, and
l‘lli'tlixl the wagons. The sheriff is get—
+‘*.‘.f" up a party to go out- and get the
l-c" 39s. at daylight, and I thought you’d
Eilzc to go along.’
“I went out with the party to the
sot-m of the massacre. There were the
rtufilsical bodies of the teamsters 1y-
?ttrr as they had fallen, 'by the charred
‘."'::'.-l=ls of the wagons. I should have
been lying there with them had it not
been for Sintago’s strange fancy for
a trip over the mountains, which kept
me from going along with the wagons.
The one break in his good record that
caused me so much anxiety and trouble
‘Id been the means of saving my,life.”-4
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A Timely Suggestion.
'fi statesman was invitd to .dinner
m Inother equally famous by a gen-
, tleman of wealth, whose social position
‘ was more flattered by the entertam’ -
7:: on t of -: uch guests than his mind could
5-1-315ny be improved by them. The
dinner was excellent. The host laid
; 'rcat Stress upon the value, judged by
‘ '. .. only standard he had allowed him-
;z-lé‘. in money of the several ingredi-
: 111.2. In particular did ”he expound
“23:01: the value of his wine I “This gen-
tlemen,” he remarked, in themanmer of
:2 lecturer as the servant nemoyed the
z-c‘svwebs from a bottle and placed it
upon the table, “this. wine has been in
my cellar for 40 years. Ibought itwhen
{ was. a. young man, and the interest,
rrrile. ten, the interst upon what I paid
For it would have now amounted ~to—”
The statesman was beginning to tire of
this dies ertation and winked pleasantly
:2'c his confrere. “Indeed,” said he,
iii: g the bottle, “then suppose We‘stop, ,
. _ interestP—BostonBudget.
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