AN EPISODE.
I.
She pours the tea and as her hand
Above the dainty china lingers - .-
I raise my own right hand aloft
And seize upon the jeweled fingers.
II.
“You’ll break the teacup. J ack!" she cries.
And on the floor I hear it clatter;
'Oh, what care I for cups," I say,
“While you have got a heart to shatter!”
III.
“Don‘t break it. that’s a dear,” she says.
“The cup I mean," and then with laughter
I tell her it is not her cup
But heart, her humble servant‘s after.
IV.
“You’ve broken that long since,” she sighs,
“I never can forgive you, never!"
And—well ! she did and now she‘s come
To make and pour my tea forever.
—E. C. R, in What to Eat.
THE .RED HAND-
“Look! It is the sign of the Red
Hand.” I looked up at the ceiling and
saw what appeared to be the impres-
sion of a hand that had been dipped
in some red fluid.
“What is it?” I asked anxiously.
“It means .that you are a marked
man,” said Alexis Petrovitch.
“Haven’t you heard of the League of
the Red Hand, a particular desperate
inner circle of nihilists? You must
have done something to earn their ven—
geance. They give their victims three
signs before the death sentence is put
into execution, and that is plainly one
of them. Twice again you will see
the mysterious Red Hand, and then——
well, not one in a hundred escapes.”
I was attached to the British em-
bassy at St. Petersburg, and some im-
portant information had come into my
- possession quite accidentally respect-
ing a nihilist plot. This intelligence I
had communicated personally by word
of mouth to one of the highest and
most trusted officials of the Czar. I
had told nobody else, not even my very
faithful friend Alexis, and the circum-
stances were such that it was impos-
sible to conceive how the matter could
have come to the knowledge of the so-
ciety.
Every attempt was made to discover
by whom and by what means the
“sign” had been impressed on the ceil~
ing, but without success. The room
was a lofty one, and it was difficult to
understand how the ceiling was
reached. The affair was very myste-
rious, but the nihilist loves mystery.
I was made somewhat uncomfortable
by this grim warning, but I was as-
sured by those who professed to know
the peculir methods of the league that
I was in no danger until I had received
the third sign. So I was not greatly
alarmed for the present.
I had been offered, through my chief,
an appointment in England that was
in many respects superior to the one I
held, but I had become greatly at-
tached to my life in St. Petersbnrg,
where I had made many excellent
friends, and I declined. It was now
proposed that I should reconsider my
decision.
I did not care for it to be thought that
I had shown the white feather, and,
to be candid, as the days went on and
I did not receive any fresh sign, I be-
gan to treat the matter lightly. Per-
haps it was all a hoax, and the fact
that I had made the important disclos-
ures which had frustrated the nihilist
plot was not, after all, known to that
body. , 1
One night, some ton days later, I
was invited by a lady of my acquaint-
ance to share her box at the o; era. As
I am passionately fond of music, and
the society of this lady’s family was
very agreeable to me, I was glad to
accept.
The opera was “Carmen,” and the
house was very crowded and hot. Be-
fore the last act I left the private box
to smoke a cigarette in the foyer,
where I expected to meet Petroviich
and other friends. There was a great
crush at the buffet, and as I was rais-
ing a glass of a cooling drink to my
lips my elbow was accidentally jerked
by a man standing beside me, and
some of the liquid was spilled over my
clothes. The gentleman was profuse
in his apologies, and I retired to a less
crowded part of the saloon to wipe my
garments dry. .
As I drew out my white pocket hand?
kerchief I noticed that it bore Some
red stains that I was positive were not
there when I left home. I shook out
its folds and held it spread out in trout
of me. ;
It was the sign of the Red Hand! I
“How white you look!” said Alexis,
whom I met on my way back to the
box. “What is the matter?" - .
“I have just received the second
sign,” I said in a low voice. -
“Good heavens,” he exclaime:
“Then he advised and leave St. Peters-
burg at once. In your native country
you may possibly escape—they may not
think it worthwhile to follow you
——but to remain here means certain
death.” -
I became convinced that Alexis was
right. It was unsafe to remain longer
in Russia. \Vhen I reached home that
night, I wrote two letters before I
went to bed. One was a resignation of
my post in St. Petersburg. and the
other an acceptance of the appoint-
ment in England. :
I lost no time in making all neces-
sary arrangements for a prompt de-
parture. One thing gave. me great
pleasure—Alexis had agreed to accom-
pany me. He had long promised him-
self a visit to England, and this was
an excellent opportunity. I was to
take a rather lengthy holiday before
enteringuon my new duties. andshonid
be very glad of his companionship.
On the day that we set‘off Petro-
vitch and I drove down to'the railway
dais 3.13.“ am sv '.la[[1330‘.‘, nonms
ping into the conveyance an elderly
man in ragged garments came forward
with newspapers. I thrust one into
my pocket. ,
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W EEKLY~- bORWALk~ GAZETTE
We secured a railway carriage to
ourselves for the journey, and were
soon steaming out of the station. “76
sat for some time chatting, and of
course the. conversation was largely
about the danger that was hanging
over myself.
“Then you have received no third
sign?" said Alexis.
“No,” I replied. “The secret of my
departure was, I think, well kept, and
if they want to carry out their mur-
derous designs I am afraid it will be
necessary for them to follow me to
England. I may consider myself safe
now.”
“Yes, I hope so. By the way, what
do the critics say about the new play
last night?"
“Here is a paper,” I said, taking it
from my pocket.
Petrovitch unfolded it. As he
opened it out in front of him he ut-
tered a :cry of surprise and alarm and
dropped it on the floor between us.
He was pale and speechless.
“What is it?" I cried. “Have you
read some bad news?” '
“Look for yourself,” he said huskily.
I snatched up the paper, and at the
first glance my blood seemed to freeze.
The sign of the Red Hand!
There, right across one of the two
center pages, was the familiar red im-
press of a hand, just as it had ap-
peared on the ceiling and on my pocket
handkerchief. This, then, was the
third warning, and I was now a
doomed man! Any moment might
bring my death.
We sat for a few moments in si-
lence. Then Alexis said: ‘
“I assume you are armed?”
“I have my revolver here, loaded and
ready,” I replied.
“And so have I. Our great danger
will be between here and the frontier;
I am convinced of that.
the utmost vigilance.”
“Fortunately we have a carriage to
ourselves,” I said, “and the doors are
both locked. We shall have to be on
our guard when we leave this train.” ,
The first part of the journey was
long and tiring, and as the day were
on and night began to gather in we
became, sleepy and silent. Alexis
curled himself up in his corner, with
the collar'of his fur cloak pulled up
over his eyes, and dozed. As I sat
looking at him I noticed how very sim-
ilarly we were dressed. I was wear-
ing a cloak and a but very closely re-
sembling his own, and, inufiled up as
we were, it would have been difficult
for a stranger to have distinguished
one from the other.
It was a very dark night, and, wish-
ing to see what kind of a country we
were passing through, I suddenly
turned my face to the window, and,
screening the light With my hand,
tried to peer out in the gloom. As I
pressed my nose to the glass I distinct-
ly saw a man‘s face on the outside
looking in. It instantly disappeared.
With one hand on my revolver I
dashed down the window and looked
out. The train was rushing along at
a great speed, and I nearly lost my
cap in the wind, but there was nobody
to be seen.
“How you startled me!” cried Petro-
vitch. “What on earth is the matter?”
“I saw a face at the window.”
“Imagination, my dear fellow, or,
more, probably, your own reflection.”
"No; I am positive it was neither.
It was a fair man, with a beard, while
I am dark, with only a moustache.”
Alexis suggested we should exchange
seats and let him experiment. \Ve
did so, and under my direction he im-
itated my movements in looking out of
the window.
“It is certainly suSpicious,” he said.
“We must be on our guard.”
We did not go back to our original
seats, but remained as we were. Each
held his revolver in readiness. “’e sat
thus talking for about half an hour.
All the time I kept my eyes fixed on
one or the other of the windows. Pe-
trovitch was not so vigilant.
He would gaze at the glass for a few
minutes, and then turn and speak to
me.
Suddenly I thought I saw something
moving on the side where Alexis was
sitting. As I bent forward I could dis~
cern a face dimly, but right against
the glass was a revolver which a hand
was directing at the head of my
friend.
"Down! Down for your life’” I
shouted to Alexis, but the same instant
there was a loud report, and the bui-
let, cutting a clean hole through the
glass, laid poor Petrovitch along the
seat.
At the same moment—indeed, I be-
lieve half a second before—I had fired
my own pistol. As I peered out of the
window I saw a man retreating along
the footboard toward the rear of the
train. Again I fired, but without re-
suit.
The train stopped, and a careful
search was tnade, but no man at all
resembling the one I had seen was to
be found. He must have occupied a
compartment alone, for nobody in the
train, if they were to be believed, had
seen any person leave a carriage while
it was in motion.
Meanwhile it. was found that my
friend Alexis was not, as I had feared,
killed, though he is, unfortunately, dis-
figured for life. A skillful doctor was
found at the next station, and he is to-
day hale and hearty. Probably the
League of the Red Hand never knew
of the blunder that resulted from our
exchange of seats, and also believed
that its intended vengeance on myself
had been carried out to the death. The
actual assassin, however, had a very
narrow escape, for a cap was picked
up on the line with a bullet hole in the
crown. I had missed my man by less
than an inch. ‘
Critic—Where did you get the idea
for that poster picture? Painter—Out
of my head. Critic—You must be glad
it’s out—Roxbury Gazette.
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We must use ;
CR‘AN'R'S‘ COLUMN.
Suggestions that Emanatc from Pens of
Bicycle Riders.
Hear the scorchers with
the bells—
Brazen bells!
What deafening disas-
ters their melody
foretells!
How they clang,c.iaz.;.:
olang. clang.
\ Morning, noon and
\ night!
( While pedestrians who
ramble
Through the streets are
forced to scramb‘e
In a paroxysm of fright,
Keeping time. time, time,
In a sort of ghastly rhyme,
To the startled shriek of passersby that every
moment swells.
At the sound of the bells. bells, bells, bells——
At the clamor and the clangor of the bells.
Importance of the Saddle.
At a meeting of women cyclers in
Brooklyn Mrs. Ella Morse Hudders
made an informal talk on bicycles and
saddles, incidentally dwelling upon
the many ills women suffer from their
faulty walking and riding. Reverting
to the cycling question she saidi
“Wheeling is the one form of taking
exercise adapted to all ages and all
conditions of women. Other kinds of
gymnastics may develop certain mus-
cles, but do not result in general good.
What we want is oxygen, and plenty
of it. Riding a wheel in the country
will give it to us.
“The one trouble about wheeling.
however, is that few women or even
men know how to properly utilize a
wheel. They pay no attention to its
proper adjustment, and ride it in a
icareless manner. Particularly is this
true of the. saddle. That is the most
:important part of the bicycle, and a
'sixteenth' of an inch one way or an-
other in the adjustment of a saddle
makes a big difference.”
I Mrs. Hudders further stated thz‘.
'she had about thirty or forty saddl:
and had tried them all, but found on
one or two were fit to be used. SI.
also advised that women buyii:
wheels should insist on being allowed
to try different saddles for at least two
weeks to each saddle. '
When she had concluded, Dr. Mc-
Cune inquired which saddle she would
recommend. but Mrs. Hudders refused
to recommend any, stating that she had
business relations with so many dif-
ferent firms, all of whom Sent her
saddles, that she did not care to ad—
vertise any particular one.
Some one in the audience then asked
110w far a woman should lean forward
, on a bicycle, which got Mrs. Hudders
started on a long dissertation about
leaning at certain angles, curvatures
'of the spine, teaching children how to
walk, and proper length of skirts. She
made the statement that “not 500
people in New York,
either, mind you, know how to walk,”
and that all women’s spines were
weak. This latter statement caused a
redofaced; healthy-looking woman to
enter a vehement protest.
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Proverbs of the Scorcher.
A soft answer turned away wrath,
but a soft tire filleth a man with evil
thoughts.
As the handle bar is bent, so shall
the spinal column of the rider be in-
. clined.
It shall be said of all bicycles that
their way is the way of the crank.
The man who looketh behind him in
a crowded path would better be a pil-
lar of salt.
! It is a wise cyclometer that shows
its master an extraordinary day’s run:
As the Spoke is bent so shall the path
of the bicycle deviate from the
straight and narrow way.
A drop of oil in time may save many
a gallon of perspiration.
The bicycle hath wisdom which sub~
mittteth to the charge that it is at
fault. and not its master, for running
no two days alike during the week.
It cannot be said of a bicycle rider
that he begins in the way he should
go.
A bicycle can do almost anything
save climb a tree.
The rider who pursueth his way
with his head bowed runneth to his
own destruction.
The oil cup that goes too long un~
covered will become possessed of as
much grit as the rider of the bicycle
American. bicycles made a pro-
nounced impression at. the Dublin cy-
cle show.
_ Pneumatic tires three and a half in-
, ches in diameter are used upon some
i of the jaunting cars of Dublin.
Jokes About the Wheel.
Hoax—I hear that Snaggs has sold
his bicycle and bought a ho se.
Joax—Yes; a foolish cha .ge.
Hoax—Why so?
J oax—From wheel to whoa.
She—Oh, Jack! Do you know, Mr.
Gibon punctuated his tire yesterday?
He—You mean punctured, my dear.
She—Well, anyway, he came to a
full stop.
“That’s a curious typographical er-
ror,” said Mrs. Partridge. “The title
of this new book is printed The Vik-
ing Age.”
“Well, why not?” asked Partridge.
“What ought it to be?” ’
“Why, biking, oughm't it?”
Jupiter—What is the charge against
the prisoner, Officer Orion?
“Yer Honor, the earth accuses the
sun of scorching; he’s an old‘ of-
fender.” __
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or Brooklyn, '
TRANSPARENT EFFECTS IN FAVOR.
A hiaterial Much Like the Old Nun’s Veil
ing an Attractive Fabric.
Summer fashions multiply very rap-
idly as the season advances, and the
charms of light, thin dresses begin to
define their fascinating ossibilities in
the feminine mind. Th y were never
quite so irresistible as they are this
season. '
Transparent effects stand at the head
of the list of specialties in fashion, and
it is almost a necessity to have at least
one gown which shows a gleam of col-
ored‘ lining through its meshes if you
would be quite up to date. Every sort
of transparent material is in fashion.
Canvas presents a. variety in weave
and effects which is not surpassed by
any other fabric. Grenadines of every
description, both plain and fancy, are
very much worn, and grass lawn, in
the sheer fine silk quality, seems to be
quite as popular as ever, although an-
thoritiesin Paris declare that it has
had its day. Very elaborate gowns are
made of it, however, and the colored
silk linings display to perfection the
lovely batiste embroideries with which
they are trimmed. Barége is another
very desirable material, and a new
veiling very much like the old nun‘s
veiling is one of the most attractive
fabrics of the season. It is very soft
and clinging, an element in its favor
which is highly appreciated by Paris-
ians, and it also, in some instances, has
a narrow hemstitched border which
helps out the scheme of trimming,
making a very simple, serviceable
gown, or a dressy one, as you choose,
a light or dark color.
Transparent effects are not confined
to the plain materials. for there are
pretty novelties in brocaded designs
which are transparent here and there.
A pretty example of the use of this is
in a blue and green mixture made over
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green and white shot silk. Mauve
gauze forms the sash, which has a
fringe of gold and silver colored silk
3n the ends. White silk and the mauve
gauze form rosettes on the waist.
Gauze materials are in great demand
this season for all sorts of trimmings,
sashes, fichus, chemisettes, and entire
dresses, and among the Liberty gauzes
there are two new varieties called
Agra gauze and Dalghaii crepe. The
former has a soft, silky sheen, and the
latter is recommended as a good sub-
stitute for chifion.
A novel dress trimming seen on som .
of the light-colored cloth gowns is th-
application of black < Chantilly lar
flowers. An example of this is a dui
rose cloth with lace figures down eiihez-
side of the front, and a pink and wliit
shot silk bodice made in bands jtinr
together with open feather stitching 0
black silk, and oblong pieces of th
cloth trimmed with the lace arranged
over the shoulders. The use of (3.210;
is a very' important consideration i:.
the world of fashion, and one very
stylish but striking contrast is the us.
of dark blue and mandarin yellow.
RED LAKE.
It: Becomes that Color About Two 01
Three Tinles Every Ten Years.
Lake Morat, in Switzerland, has a
queer habit of taming red about two
or three times every ten years. It is
a pretty lake, like most of the sheets
of water in that picturesque country,
and its peculiar freak is attributed to
a disposition to celebrate the slaughter
of Bu-rgundians under Charles the
Bold, on June 21, 1476. But the French
say that it blushes for the conduct of
the Swiss, who in that battle gave the
Burgundians no quarter. The old
fishermen of the late, who catch enor-
mous fish called silures, that Weigh
between twenty-five and forty kilo-
the lake reddening, that it is the blood
of the Burgundians. As a matter of
fact, some of the bodies of the Bur-
gundians killed in the battle were
thrown into the lake, while others were
tossed into a grave filled Willi quick-
lime. This historical rccollerton an-
gered the Burgundian soldiers of the
victorious armies of the republic of
1708 so much that they destroyed the
monument raised in honor of their
compatriots who fell heroically in that
battle, and Henri Martin very justly
reproached them for that piece of van-
dalism. It would hardly do to attri-
bute the reddening of the waters of
the lake to the blood of the soldiers
of Charles the Bold. The color is due
simply to the presence in large quan-
tities of little aquatic plants called by
naturalists Oscillatoria rubescens. The
curious thing about it is that Lake
Morat is the only lake in which this
curious growth is developed, and the
peculiarity is beginning to interest sci~
entific men.
NEW DEFINITION OF VERACITY.
A Jersey City “’ituess Says It’s aBad
Thing to Carry Around.
Richard Welling was a witness at
the trial of Rachel Schreiber in the
General Sessions Court in Jersey City
the other day for larceny and receiv-
ing stolen goods. Maggie Werner, the
14-year-old neice of the defendant‘s
husband, was the principal witness
against her, and the defence tried to
prove by the testimony of Mr. Welling
and others that Maggie’s statements
could not be relied upon. Mr. Well—
ing took the witness stand with a con-
fident air and testified that Maggie's
reputation for truth and veracity was
bad.
"What is the meaning of Veracity?”
asked Assistant l'rosccntor Noonan
sharply. The question came so sud-
denly as to confuse the witness, and
he hesitated about answering.
“It’s a pretty bad thing to carry
around with you, isn’t it?” continued
Mr. Noonan.
“Yes, sir," answered the
looking Very much relieved.
“You wouldn’t like to be accused of
veracity, would you?”
“No, sir; I would not.”
“I move thetcstimony of this wit-
ness be stricken out,” said Mr. Keenan,
addressing the Court.
“Strike it out,” ordered Judge Hud-
speth, and Mr. VVc-iing looked as if he
did not know where he was at. Mrs.
Schreiber was acquitted—New York
Sun.
witness,
HER DESIRE MODEST.
And She Received All that Her Advertise-
ment Called For,
Here is a good story. A woman once
sent the following advertisement to a
London paper: “A lady. in delicate
health, wishes to meet with a useful
companion. She must be domesticated,
musical, early riser, amiable, of good
appearance, and have some experience
of nursing. Total abstainer preferred.
Comfortable home. No salary.” A
few days after the advertiser received
a hamper labelled: c “This side up,
with care—perishable.” On opening it
she found a fine tabby cat, with a let-
ter tied to her tail. It ran thus:
“Madam: In answer to your advertise-
ment, I am happy to furnish you with
a. very usefulicom'panion, which you
will find exactly suited to your re-
quirements. She is domesticated, 'a
good vocalist, an early riser, possesses
an amiable disposition, and is consid-
ered handsome. She has had a great
experience as a nurse, having brought
up a large family. I need scarcely add
that she is a total abstainer. As sal-
ary to her is no object. she will serve
you faithfully in return. for a' comfort-
able home.”~—Philadelphia Ledger.
Stratagem of War.
A certain American in the war of
1812 played a mean trick upon the
Admiral of the attacking British
squadron. The Britons were entirely
too strong for the Americans, so state~
gy became necessary. Accordingly, one
clever young man spread the report
that he had invented a fearful ma-
chine of war which he would send
among the British boats and explode
at the proper moment. Then he filled
a barrel with sand and a little gun-
powder, and towed it near the Brit-
ish ships. A fuse set the powder off.
There was an explosion, and to the
amazement of all, the British ships
out to sea, fully convinced that a new
infernal machine had been invented.
How a Great General Slept.
A good story is told of the Duke of
Wellington. The French, with a fresh
force double that of the duke, were
closing in upon his jaded troops one
stormy night in Spain. Wellington
completed his preparations, and then,
turning to a scout, asked: “How long
will it be before they can reach us?”
“Half an hour,” was the reply..
“Then I can go to sleep,” he said;
and wrapping his cloak about him, he
dropped where he stood in the muddy
trench, and in an instant was asleep.
He awoke when the hugles of the ene-
lmy sounded in his earn—Weekly Tele-
graph. '
grams says when they see the waters of.
TO PLAY newcoue.
a. new Bail.Game Invented by a Woma-
for Women.
For the game called “Newcomb,’
which originated with Miss Clara
Baer of Newcomb College, New 0r»
leans, La., a limited space, either in
or out of doors, and a football are all
the essentials. It teaches lightness,
alertness, the ability to remain on one’s
feet, good judgment in a sure aim,
gives strength to throw, and power to
hold.
The method of procedure isas fol-
lows: Divide the space at command,
the lawn, say, into two equal parts,
by means of lines of white paint, as
for a tennis court. This is the division
line. About seven feet each side of
the line draw shorter lines for the
bases. The spaces between the bases,
separated by the division line, is called
the “inside” of the base, beyond where
the players stand “outside.” The
boundary line must also be marked
out. The players are designated by
colors; one team, for instance, play
pink, the others blue. The blues
guard the ground of the pinks, and the
reverse. The players are arranged at
irregular intervals beyond the bases.
which they are not permitted to cross
except where the ball isth-rown up
by the referee. This is done at the
beginning of the game to decide which
side shall have possession of the ball,
and after each foul. In order to pre-
vent too great a rush for the ball. each
side has a captain, and the captains
alone are permitted to cross the bases.
The object of the game is to make
the ball touch the opposite ground to
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yond the base, when it is called a
"touchdown,” and counts for the side
sending the ball. At first, touch-
downs are easily made, but when the
players become expert in handling the
ball, it is seldom,<permitted to reach
the floor, and the interest in the game
increases proportionately. A touch-
down counts one for the side sending
the ball. A majority of points, within
a given time, [decided upon beforehand
by the players, decides the game.
The following are the rules:
The players must stand outside of
the bases.
The players must not step inside of
the bases. except when the ball is
thrown up at the beginning of the gam
and after each foul. '
The ball must be thrown by th
hands; it may be thrown by one 0
both hands; it cannot be kicked.
No player may catch or throw th.
ball while on her knees; she must b.
on her feet. -
No player must fall on the ball.
The referee must throw the ball di
rectly upward from the division lin-
at the beginning of each game an
after each foul. The referee decide
the time of play, keeps account 0
touchdowns and fouls.
Throwing the ball between the di
vision line and either base is a foul
also kicking a ball or falling on
bail.
As the object of the game is ti
guard the ground On which you stand
cover it as effectually as possible b
an even distribution of players. F0
:1 long distance, throw high, or th
ball may be intercepted. A low bal
when well sent, is very effectual, to
unless a player has her movemen
well under control, in stooping she i
apt to fall on the ball, which is a fo
against her side.
ZIMMERHACKLE’S OBSERVATIONS
Kill their “mot'rr’ers and the moth
will take care of themselves.
Danger lies cvemwvhere, but it is n
alone. Some other people do.
Laughter never kills. Don’t I
afraid of it.
The only way you can get even 0
some shows is to buy your ticket wit
a bogus quarter.
The Lord helps those who help the I
selves, unless they help themselves .
what belongs to other people.
The man who does five hour's wo
in three, and then spends the 0th.
two hours in blowing about it, has
gained any time.
It is now announced that the brid
not the groom, should pay the mini
ter. W'here will this’women’s righ
movement end?—Da.nsville N. I
Breeze.
The young man who prides himse
in being a “brick” should remem :
that the ordinary brick can’t s --
very much soaking, without disinte
rating.
Kature doesn't clean up the la
year’s rubbish she simply puts do
a new green carpet and covers it .
up. Nature would make a good wi
For men who hate housecleaning.
When you ask an editor to suppre
an item of news because it does 11
please you then go‘ and ask your groc
to ex'clude pickles from his store
Cir-use you can’t eat them, or yo
butcher not to keep bologna becau
it goes against your stomach._ The
is just as much fairness in one as
the other. News is an editor’s sto
in trade. So are pickles a grocer's a
imZo-gizn and nockwurst a butcher’s
pansville N. Y.,-'_Breeze. ,
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