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October 3, 1897.
Jrat'ns leave Soufll‘ Norwalk as follows:
, FOR NEW YORK —- Accommodation
trains at 9.36 a. m., 1.11, 3.04, 4.07, 5.33,
6.41, 8.11, 10.20 . m. Express trains
at 4.55, 5.45, 6.15, (local), 6.55, (local),
7.15, (local), 7.56., (local), 8.17, 9.03 (local)
9.58, 10.35, 11.37, (local) a. m. 12.47%;
2.25, 5.05 5.55, 7.35 p. m. For Washing
ton via Harlem River 12.53 a. m. (daily)
. SUNDAYS—Accommodation 9.15 a. m.
5.43, (local), 7.23, (local) 9.28 p. m. Ex
press 4.55, 5.45 a. m.
FOR NEW HAVEN AND“ THE EAST—-
Accommodation trains at 6.32, 7.42,
8.46 and 11.42 a. m., 1.37, 2.42, (to B’p’t),
4.20, 5.27, 6.27, 7.28 (to B’p’t), 8.41, 9.41
and 11.15 p. m. Express trains at 1.11,
1.20, 9.11, 10.12, 11.08 a. m. 12.02, 3.05,
5.04 (Naugatuck Express) 7 .10 p. m.
SUNDAYS—Accommodation 7.42, 9.12
a. In. and 7.15 p. m. Express 1.11 and
1.20 a. m.
C. T. HEMPSTEAD, Gen. Pass. Agent.
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hEC-LLEN’S STRATEGY.
BY MINNA STANWOOD.
’Mrs. Angler, often said she really did
not know how she ever cameto take
Ellen, and those who knew them both
Wondered too. For Mrs. Angler was
sharp, prim and elderly, and Ellen
wase-well, the last girl in the world
that one would suppose could suit Mrs.
Angler. When Ellen stored hefcre he:
with her great frame drawn to its ful'.
height and fixed her expressionist:
blue eyes on her face, little Mrs. An-
gler said she never knew what to do.
.Jz- ., 1
This must have been a novel “men“
' condition for Mrs. Angler who had at.-
ways ruled her household, which had
hitherto consisted of 'her daughter anl
her one maid, with a rod of iron.
“I get the meals, I wash the clo’es, I
clean up, clean up, clean up. What
more you want? I ain’t no slave to
work all the time!” blazed Ellen, one
afternoon when Mrs. Angler attempted
to expostulate with her for sitting so
cosily in the kitchen crocheting her
endless cotton lace. There was a dull
red flush on the girl’s high, bare brow,
and Mrs. Angler retreated from the
kitchen with barely a trace of her usu-
al prim dignity.
One morning Mrs. Angler, with a.
letter in her hand, entered the kitchen
where her maid was noisily washing
dishes. Although Ellen had never bro-
ken or even chipped a dish each click
of the china. touched a tender spot in
Mrs. Angler’s soul, and she spoke
I sharply,—
“Ellen, I wishyou would be more
quiet.”
“Ain’t 'I quiet?"
facing around.
“Oh, yes, you are. But about the
dishes, I mean,” faltered the mistress,
avoiding the eyes. “Oh, Ellen, I came
to tell you that I have received a. let-
ter from my daughter, Mrs. Morrill,
saying she is coming to make me a
visit. She will be here to dinner. I
wish you to get her room ready.”
Ellen had resumed her dish washing
and made no response.
“Did you understand, Ellen?”
tioned Mrs. Angler, fearing the girl
was displeased with the news.
“Ma’am?” returned Ellen; lifting her
head.-
The tone implied such perfect com-
prehension that Mrs. Angler left the
room without further remark. ‘
When the station carriage conta1n~
ing Mrs. Morrill stopped before the
house Ellen appeared, quietly put lit-
tle Mrs. Angler aside, went down the
walk and relieved the visitor
travelling bags. - m
“That feller on the waggin’s dumb.
she remarked, casting a wrathful look
at the driver, who regarded the two
with cheerful interest from his seat on
the box. “Or perhaps he ain't got no
legs,” she added, scornfully. _
“He never was very attentive to his
passengers,” returned Mrs. Morrill,
demanded Ellen,
ques-
pleasantly. .
“Be you her daughter?” gasped EL
len, devouring Mrs. .Morrill’s face With
her eyes.
The lady smiled fearlessly into the
eyes and answered, “yes.” ‘
A dull flush slowly mounted to El—
len’s brow, as she said,—
“Why, you are blon
wk!"
Ellen stood by and watched almost
greedily while the ladies embraced,
andfollowed'awkwardly when they en-
tered the house with their arms about
each other.
Would you take them up t9 my room,
Ellen, please? One at a. time If they re
too heavy for you.”
“I could take you, too," returned El-
len, starting on.
de, and she’s——
“How odd she is, mamma. Where
did you ever get her?” exclaimed Mrs.
o -a. chair.
Morrill, dropping wearily int
Mrs. Angler closed the door softly,
took a. chair beside her daughter and
poured out her tale of woe. .
There was something so extremely
ridiculous in the idea of her; determ-
ined little mother living in subjection
to that raw-boned, gawky girl, that
Mrs. Morrill laughed outright several
times during the narrative.
“I never heard of anything so funny
in all my life. But don’t fret, mamma,
dear, such an unnatural state :of things
can’t continue. Affairs will adjust
themselves, somehow, see if they
don’t.”
“But you haven't an idea what she
is,” objected Mrs. Angler, pathetically,
whereupon her daughter laughed
again.
Mrs. Morrill became an object 0]
intense adoration to Ellen, who let slip
no opportunity to show her regard
The house was kept in perfect order
and Mrs. Morrill’s room received many
extra touches that kept it in a delight-
ful state of daintiness. But it was up.
on the cooking that Ellen expended
her supreme efforts, and each success-
ive meal had some unusual delicacy tc
surprise and please the guest. ‘
Mrs. Morrill receivedthe girl’s at.
tentions good-humoredly and spoke
many words of kihdness and Sympathy
Which never failed to bring to the
girl’s face that unpleasant flush Which
always appeared when she was much
moved.
One evening Ellen knocked at Mrs
Morrill’s door, and without'waiti‘ng tc
be hidden entered the room.
“I knowed you was crying,” she said
hoarsely. “What's the matter?”
"Ellen!" exclaimed Mrs. Mon-m, an
grlly.
"Don’t be mad,” said Ellen, calmly
“You cry every night you do be here.’
Mrs. Morrill raised her WIT-stained
face and regarded the girl with J, m};
gi-rd lock of amazement and l;.l':'_‘l‘.
‘2'; it her?” demanded 11329:.
“liar?”
"ch, her!” repeated ljlleu my...
T‘ H E EVE
of her
\-, »./,
energetic jerk of the‘thumbtoward her"
mistress’ room. .
“Mamma? 0, no!”
“Then tell me!” cried Ellen, flinging
herself to her knees before Mrs. Mor-
rill, and 'clasping her arms around her.
“Tell me who’s the dumb thing tillsJ
kill um.” * -
“You frighten me,” exclaimed Mrs.
Morrill, recoiling from such violent
' I
. sympathy.
“I won’t hurt you. But I'm goin’ to
settle your hash. Who is it now? Will
I have you sitting ~_roun’ crying out
those eyes? You what spoke vords
kine to me. You only vun. I guess
not. 'Think I’m dumb?”
“You are very kind," Ellen, and I
thank» you, but my unhappiness you
can’t do anything to lessen," spoke
Mrs. Morrill, sadly. ,
Suddenly Ellen stood, and demanded
sternly,—
“Where’s your man?"
, “My man?” repeated Mrs. Morrill, in
amazement, “Oh, you mean my bus-
band? I luven’t any now—I fear.”
“What’s that?” with a thrust of the
hand toward a photograph on the hu-
reau.
“Yes, that’s Mr. Morrill. But—why,
really, Ellen you have no right to cat-
echise me in this way.” '-
“‘1es I have. Go on! Go on!”
But Mrs. Morrill arose and threw
herself at the bedside in a passion of
weeping.
Instantly Ellen was beside her clasp-
ing in those great arms the quivering
form of the woman she loved.
“There a, there a, there a, there a,
there a,” she said soothingly. “Noth-
ing’s vorth it. No, no, no! No, no!”
And because she didn’t know what
else to do Mrs. Morris sobbed out on
that broad breast the whole story of
her misery. How with the love of her
happy girlish heart she had married
her husband, and had tried, for his l
sake, to live with his people, who de-
spised her simple, unfashlonahle ways,
and treated her coldly; but at last,
thinking her husband, too, had turned
against her, she had left them all and :
came home to stay. How she had nev- ,
er told her husband her intention, and
had not the courage to tell her moth- ;
er, and how wholly miserable she was. .
“You shut up nOW, and go to bed.
There’s a. girl of the name Ellen got a
hand on this. You find it out!” and
with these extraordinary words the girl
left theroom.
Presently she put her head in the
door and asked,—
“Name Tom?”
”Why, Ellen, what difference can it
make? His name is Thomas G Mor-
rill.”
“Tom. All right. Go to bed.”
The next morning the youth in the
elegantly appointed law office of Mor-
rill & Gates, handed the senior partner
a telegram addressed to “Tom Moril.”
The superscription so surprised Mr.
Morrill that he raised an inquiring
glance at his clerk, on whose face the
look of amusement quickly gave place
to one of concern.
Tearing open the envelope, Mr. Mor-
rill read the following:—
To Tum Moril:
She wat is left is dying. Come to
huston.
Ellen.
‘lah:gray,” and it means
her arm, took her-down to the parlor:
As she softly closed the door, she heard
'eproach in his voice, “Lucy!” and her
face mantled red as she said to herself,
‘That’ll fetch her. ’Twould me. It’s'
111 right now. Ole cat don’tfine it
out.” -
The outcome of it Was that young
Mr. and Mrs. Morrill had a home of
their own in which Ellen served a be-
loved mistress ‘1n all the fidelity of
her strange, warm heart. Mrs. Angler
heaved a sigh as of a slave set free
when she saw the carriage door close
apon Ellen’s broadback, and descend-
ed upon Ellen’s successor. ,
SOUR DOCK HAS ITS USE.
Ganaigre Is Its Name and It Will Revolu-
tionize the Tanning Industry.
Canaigre—you pronounce it. “kah—
the weed
known as the sour-dock—has recently
been found to possess an important
economic value, and its employment in
the tanning of leather bids fair to rev-
olutionize that industry.
Until the discovery of the properties
of canaigre there had hardly been any
"eal improvement in tanning agents
.in a hundred years.
So far canaigre tanning and bark
! tanning are identical, but while the
hide must remain'for three months in
the vat in the bark solution, being re-
moved, drained and manipulated many
times in the process, the canaigre acid
tans it in twelve hours.
The tannic acid extracted from ca-
naigre has a peculiar quality which
indicates that nature intended it for
preservative purposes. It is impossi-
ble to burn and destroy leather in its
solution, as it is very easy to do with a
solution of tanbark too strong for the
hides, and the cells of the substance to
:' be tanned will absOrb enough to com-
' plete the change and then will take no
more, and no alteration in the tissue
takes place afterward. In a few hours,
varying with the sort of hide to be
tanned, the acid of the canaigre has
I doneits work, and the saving of three
months’ time and a vast deal of human
labor in the production of leather indi-
cates that eventually the whole leather
using world is to be the beneficiary of
this humble plant.
The cost of an acre of canaigre, in-
‘zluding the planting; cultivating, irri-
l gating and harvesting, it is estimated,
'is $16.50. The returns vary from $65
to $75 per ton, sliced, and the yield is
from twelve to twenty tons to the acre
on new land, and rises higher, with
i cultivation. The drying shrinks the
,product two-thirds, but the producer
can count on a. clear gain of $200 to the
; acre—New York Herald.
A LITTLE TOO QUICK.
The Official, in ms 263], Swallowed Dirty
Water Instead of Soup. '- ‘
Numerous complaifits had come he-
; t‘ore a. certain public'oflicial 'in regard
to food served to the inmates of one
lof the public institutions, and he de-
termined to investigate for himself, in
order to see whether the matter really
required attention,.says the New York
Journal. -
Making his way to the particular
buildings in question just about dinner
The remarkable nature of the mes- ;' time, he walked straight over to where
sage admitted of no delay, and Mr.
Morris started for the next train, with
all speed;-
-When he stepped from the train atj
Houston he was approached by a. woe]
man of massive proportion who said in .
the kitchen was located. At the very
door he encountered two ‘_ muscular-
looking men'carrying a huge, steaming
boiler. . ’ " “
“Put that kettle down,” he ordered
brusquely, and the men at once ob‘ey-
decided tones,— ; ed. ‘
“You’re him! Her man.”
“May I ask your name, madam?”
“Vy,’of course. I’m Ellen.”
“I really can’t say that I’m much the ’
wiser for that infdrmation,” replied;
Mr. Morrill, who began to think him-I
self the victim of some practical joke. _
“Don’t be mad. Come along,” re-l
sponded the girl, cheerfully, taking
possession of Mr. Morrill’s satchel..
“No, I lug it. Vat you tink? She dy-,
ing? I said that to make you come..
She might could die. She might could‘
cry those eyes out, an’ spoil that pooty
face. You care?"
“If you mean my wife, certainly 1
care. But I confess the whole thing's
a secret to me,” replied Mr. Morrill,
regarding Ellen suspiciously.
“You’ll find out. She runned away
an' then got sorry again. How you let
all them wimmens sass her? Pooty'?
capers if the do be rich mugs."
“Run off? or whom are you talk-
ing?” . ,
“Mls’ Morrill. A pootyaone like her I
ain’t going to stan' a peck 0’ cats claw-l
ln'. you find it out. Here take your-
truck. I go this way.” ,
And Ellen thrust Mr. Morrill's bag)
into his hand and disappeared down a
side street.
The intimation that his wife had run .
away from him was a. great surprise,j;
and altogether alarming, and causedi
'Mr. Morrill to take a. review of his:
brief married life as he walked slowlyE
toward the home of his wife’s girlhood. ,
Although he thought her choice of a;
confidante in rather questionable taste, l
21nd wished she had seen fit to take a‘;
different course, he was forced to "ad-
suit that his mother and sister were?
rather trying, and he found. himself
saying, “Poor little girl,” as he turned
my; the familiar path to the house. i
He was not surprised that -Ellen?
.{lo'uld answer his ring, nor amused by '
the ceremony with which she ushered
him into the parlor and asked the
same, for he began to be t0uch-ed by a
;':‘al"ectl01'l of his wife’s misery, '
:‘vi. :=.. Morrill was so overcome by El-
lei: -.-. tidings that her husband was in
mallo‘r waiting for her that shei
1m, control herself sufliciently to1
.Enwn. With deft fingers Ellen
tots. uni, up the bright hair, and slipped
a fresh.hanclkerchief in her belt, then
druWing Mrs. Morrill’s hand through
. .
his:
u
“Get me a spoon,” be next command-
led.
The man that brought the spoon was
about to say something, but was or-
dered to keep silent. ,
“Take off the lid,” was the next com-
mand; “I’m going to taste it.”
The two men were utterly cowed by
the ofllcial's brusqueness, and wOnder-
lngly watched him gulp down a. good
' mouthful.
“Do you mean to say that you call
this soup?" the ofi‘icial demanded.
~“Why, it tastes to me more like dirty
water.”
“So it is sir,” replied one of the men,
respectfully. “We have just been
scrubbing the floors." '
How an Old Man Was Converted.
“This here speculatin’ in wheat on
the Stock Exchange is gamblin’ pure
and simple," said the farmer, who was
a deacon and a strict disciplinarian,
“an’ the Lord won’t prosper them that
wins by it." -
“Well, father,” replied his son, “I’m
sorry to hear that, for I placed that
) money you gave me and made $900 by
the deal.”
The old man coughed, wiped his
glasses and then said:
“Well, well! Providence does work
in mysterious ways!. The parson wuz
sayin’ last week that the church need-
ed paintin’; an’ beside's—thar’s a mort-
gage on the farm that orter be lifted,
an’ one 0’ two other little accounts
that’s got ter be squared. Well, Well!"
—Atlanta. Constitution.
The Sinking Mountain.
Dshehel Naibo—“The Sinking Moun-
tain,”—an isolated Algerian peak, is
now only about 800 feet high, and is
known to be slowly but surely disap-
Mr. Morrill say with a world of tender '
N 15 G G Giz E MG
Em oft?- {Evian TRAGEDY.-
no. Fight, Between Bodien and own;
at. the Bodle'Snloon.
form or another, and a heap of savage
fights in Nevada’s mountains,” said
Capt. William Mason, once of the
Comstock Lode and a score of other
lodes in the Silver State, “but for
surprise and horror the fight between
Bodlen and Chlmay in the Bodie sa-
loon lay over anything else by long
odds. It was about midnight that the
men fell to shooting—whatlt was about
ning full blast, and there Was a scat-
tering to get out of the way of the
shots. But the shooting was all on one
side, for the cylinder on Chlmay’s pis-
tol wouldn’t revolve, and Bodlen sent
shots into him until Chlmay fell with
enough holes in. him to let out three
lives. He was carried into a back room
and laid out on the floor to wait for the
Coroner, and then everybody went
back into the front part of the saloon,
on as lively as before.
“Bodlen, as the winner, was natural-
ly popular and a good deal looked up
to that night, and had a geod' many
lnvitations to drink—and he set ’em up
himself off and on. He was standing
'at the bar with a group around him,
the hero of the night. Of a sudden
the door of the back room, where
()himay had been laid away, opened,
and the first man that looked gave a
yell like an Indian and nearly fell
backward, and the rest of us felt like
doing the same thing when we saw
that it was Ohlmay standing there, pis-
tol in hand, looking round. He saw
the man he wanted, and by this time
everybody between him and Bodlen
had got out of the way. He raised his
pistol and Bodlen pulled his, and the
shots rang out again, but this time
Chimay’s pistol cylinder revolved, and
at his second shot Bodlen dropped
his pistol, staggered and went down on
his face, shot through the heart.
Chimay watched him fail, and then his
pistol dropped from his hand and he
fell backward into the room a corpse
for good this time.
“For clear nerve and resolution, what
Chimay had done beat anything I ever
knew of. Left to himself he had re-
vived, picked up hispistol, taken it
apart, fixed the cylinder so that it
would work, and then came out and
shot his man. That: was a specimen
chip of Nevada in the old days.”—New
York Sun.
PIN MONEY.
Grigin of the Term—Pins Were Sold at
First Only Two Days a Year.
The origin of the term pin money is
somewhat singular. Long after the
invention of pins, in, the fourteenth
century, the maker was permitted to
sell them openly the 1st andr‘2nd oi
January only, when the court and city
ladies crowded to the shops to buy
them, having been provided by their
fathers and husbands with money for
the purpose. After pins had become
plenty and cheap, women spent 'fheir
money for other things; but pin money
remained in- vogue.
The opinion often expressed, that
plus were invented in France during
the reign of Francis 1, and introduced
into England by Catherine Howard
fifth wife of Henry VIII, is entirely
erroneous. In 1347, two hundred years
before the death of Francis, 12,000 pins
were delivered from the English royal
wardrobe for the use of Princess Joan,
and fifty-three years later the ,,Du-
chesse d’Orleans purchased of Johan
le Breconnier, a pinmaker of Paris,
several thousands of long and short
pins, besides 500 dozens of the English
fashion, showing that pins were not
only manufactured, but had gained a
reign of Henry IV. It is estimated
that hundreds of millions of pins are
used in the United States. What he-
comes of the pins is still a question
that remains unanswered and unan-
.swerabler—Philadelphia. Ledger.
CHICAGO LIBRARY UNI’FORMS.
The Women are Futed to “fear One Color
and Dress Alike.
To adopt a costume of cadet gray, to
be worn all days, whether becoming
or unbecoming, is a dismal fate for the
women employed in thepubllc librapy.
Cadet gray, though a, pretty color, is
unsuitable to many complexions,
which will constitute a serious objec-
tion against the innovation. And it
never was intended that a woman
i
should confine herself to one shade or
hue in her gowns; the mono-tony of it
produces effects not to' be classed as
imaginary. There are psychological
: reasons why a uniform is objectiona-
)
I
ble if the aesthetic ones are not suffi-
cient to convince those who have pass-
"ed "the arbitrary measure. To be sure,
birds and leopards can’t change their
features and spots, and still they man-
age to thrive; but every woman knows
the instantaneous and desirable ef-
fect on the mind many times when a
different frock is substitutedfor one
that has grown all too familiar. A
, color soon becomes distasteful if worn
pearing. In the time of the Caesars it 1
was nearly twice its present height.
Near the "Sinking Mountain" is a
large, clear lake, called Fezzara, which ;
is said to have risen over a large city
that sank in the year 400 A. D.
A curate introduced his somewhat
insignificant looking wife to the great
lady of the parish in the words of Au-
olycus: “A poor thing, madame, but
mine own.” The wife, who did not
want for spirit, retorted, indicating her. _ ,
disagreeable husband: “A poorer thing, ’ ‘
madame, but mine .owner.”—.flouse-
hold Words.
constantly, especially without a dash“
of something else to relieve it.——Ilhica-
go Post. '
and the games and the drinking went
“I saw a greatldeal of’kill-ln'g‘in one '
I forget now—but the saloon was run- -
.wide reputation abroad during the
VICTIM OFANOTHER‘SvWEDDING. 1
Rice Thrown it a. Newly Wedded Pall
Led to Trouble for a Brakeman.
This is the story of a grain of rice.
It was small, unattractive and uncook-
ed, ‘and was one of a. shower that was
thrown after a. newly wedded couple in '
the railroad station at Wilmington,
Del., when they boarded a train bound
for New York the other day. _
The brideSmajds and ushers follow—‘ .
ed the newly made husband and wife
to the station, secreting on the way.
the usual bags of riceand old shoes to
throw after the unsuspecting couple.
The bride,and bridegroom took their
seats in the Pullman car, and talks-:1
to the group of friends until the signed
‘or the'starting of the train was given.
than the bridesmaids and ushers hur-
ried to the platform, and as the train
{.‘lCi‘ed Slowly out of the station the
fun began. . .
Rice fairly rained over the car. It
fell on the roof in a. shower; it peeked
in through the open window upon the
mung couple, and it fell into the en'-
_,.._:;c-om on the engineer. Just as
313 train moved away an extra hur-
.-c;...e fell on the platform of the car
File the brakeman stood. —
Of course every one laughed and "the
people brushed it out of their clothes,
and tried to look as though they ven-
ioyed it. ' . ;
But a brakeman got several grains
of the rice in his ears. He Shook them
cut as be supposed, and thought no
more about the matter until next day,
when he noticed a sharp pain in his
right ear. It became so keen towards
night that he decided to go to a. doctor
next day. The doctor advised the
patient to consult an ear specialist.
The specialist decided that a. foreign
substance had lodged in the ear. He
syringed it with water and then with
oil. He probed into the ear canal
with little hooks of various sizes and
shapes. All the time the brakeman
was suffering more and more. He
said that some insect was in his ear.
Ile could hear it buzzing all the time.
Then the specialist called in another
doctor, and they held a. consultation;-
They decided to use a pair of forceps
on the brakeman’s car. He said they
could do anything they liked with
him; anything to stop the pain and
buzzing.
So they got a pair of the finest sort
of forceps bent abOut to suit the
delicate ear canal, and they reached
gently into that ear and felt about un-
til they found a small, hard substance.
It was drawn outlsoftly and carefully.
It was a grain of rice. It had swelled
slightly in the ear-prison. :‘
The brakeman was mad, and made
a complaint against the practice of
rice-throwing. The trainmaster issued
an order to the trainmen giving. them
smci'al instructions to prevent rice-
throwing" within the station.—.—New
York World. - _ ,
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AL‘DERMEN m B'ELGIUM.
They Wound be Voted Slow by American
Municipal Experts.
My guide- of varied accomplish-
ments combined, as business men
abroad often do, the roles of “country
gentleman, manufacturer, bank presio
dent, school trustee, and—broadening
the gulf between this kind and the typ-
ical American “boss”—he holds the
more important position. of alderman.
In every city the alderman. and
mayor, or bu-rgomaster, are of high so-
cial repute, elected to office because of
special fitness to; the branch of public
affairs they are chosen 'to manage.
Said one, with horror and shamez3“We
hear that .in America aldermen are
sometimes—thieves!” The first “alder-
man of public instruction” to whom I
presented my credentials in a. Bruso
sels commune proved to be a barrister
of note. author of several well-known
law treatises. In another commune
the alderman of public “instruction is
professor at the normal school, progres-
sive and public spirited. The alder-
man responsible for the Ghent schools.
fills also the chair of political economy,
at the university, keeps in touch with
the methods of other nations, reads the
reports of the United States depart-
ment of labor. and, much to my sur-
prise, identified me at once from hav-
ing seen my name in one of those vol-
umes. The faculty of the university
at Liege has mone than one representa~
tive* in the “coll ge” of aldermen-a
suggestive title, losing none of the dig~
pity when applied to the body of bril-
liant men who administer civic affairs
with scrupulous fidelity on broad,
wise lined—Harper’s Magazine. "
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‘Su‘re‘ 0! One.
Stephen—But, Uncle John, whom do
you mean when you speak of ths
“best citizens?” .
Uncle John—Well. there is myself,
for instance, and—-and-—and—~I prew-
' same there are others, but they do net
come to mind just at this mement—
Boston Transcript. ,
Mrs. Newrbcks—“Mercy! 'Th‘ese bag;-
gage men are very careless!” Mist
Newrocks—“What have they done,
mamma?” Mrs. Newrocks—“W‘hy,
they’ve torn and defaced the labels on
our trunks so that it is very hard for
i‘a stranger to see we have been to En-
rope.”——Puck.
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