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6 THE REPUBLICAN: ALGONA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 11, CHAPTER VII. A WOOL KINO. Mark Frettlby was one of thoso fortunate individuals who turned everything he touched into gold. His luck was proverbial throughout Australia. If thero was any speculation for which Mark Frettlby Trent in, other men would be sure to follow, and in every cnso the result turned out as well, and in many cases oven better than they ux- pected. He had como out In the early days of the colony with comparatively little money, but his great perseverance and never failing luck had soon changed his hundreds into thousands, and now at the ago of 55 he did not himself know the extent of his income. Ho had large stations scattered oil over the colony of Victoria, which brought hinxin a splendid income; a charming country bouse, where at certain seasons of the yecr he dispensed hospitality to his friends, like the lord of an English manor, and a magnifl- ;cent town homo down in St. Kilda, which jwonld not havo been unworthy of Park lane. Nor were his domestic relations less happy. iHe-had a charming wife, who WPS one of t. j [best known and most popular ladies of Mol- |bourne, and an equally charming daughter, {who, being both pretty and an heiress, natur- jally attracted crowds of suitors. But Mad 0 o 'Frettlby was capricious, and refused innu- /rnerablo offers. Being an extremely indo- jpendent young pel-son, with n mind of her own, as she had not yet scon any ono she (could love, sho decided to remain single, and with her mother continued to dispense the hospitality of tho mansion at St. Kilda. But ithe fairy prince comes to every woman, evin 'if she has to wait a hundred years like the Sleeping Bisuty, and in this caso ho arrived at tho appointed time. Ah I what a delight ful prince ha was, tall, handsome and fair haired, who came from Ireland, and answered ,to the name of Brian Fitzgerald. He h?'l left behind him in tho old country a ruined 'castle and a few acres of barren land, in|habited by discontented tenants who refuse-l to pay the rant, and talked darkly about tho Land league and other disagreeable things. Under these circumstances, with no rent coming in, and no prospect of doing anything hxthe future, Brian had left the castle of his forefathers to the rats and tho family ban- jshee, and came out to Australia to make his [fortune. Ho brought letters of introduction rco Mark Frettlby, and that gentleman, hav- iing taken a fancy to him, assisted him by [every means in his power. Under Frettlby's !vice Brian bought a station, and, to his inishment, in a few years found himself wing rich. The Fitzgeralds had always in more famous for spending than for Saving, and it was an agreeable surprise to 'their latest representative to find the money trolling in instead of out. Ho began to in- Idulge in castles in the air concerning that .other castle ia Ireland, with the barren acres and discontented tenants. In his mind's eye ihe saw the old place rise up in all its pristine splendor out of its ruins; he saw the barren acres well cultivated, and the tenants happy and content—ho was rather doubtful on jthis latter point, but, with the rash con- •fidence of eigiit-and-Uvents', determined to do ibis best to perform even tho impossible. •Having built and furnished his castlo in tho ;air, Brian naturally thought of giving it a mistress, and this time actual appearance itopk the place of vision. Ho fell in lovo with (Madge Frettlby, and having decided in bis iown mind that sho and none other was fitted ,to graco tho visionary halls of his renovated castle, ho watched his opportunity and declared himself. She, woman like, coquetted with him for some time, but at last, unable ,to withstand the impetuosity of her Irish lover, confessed in a, low voice, with a pretty jsmile on her face, that sho could not live [without him. Whereupon—well—lovers being of a conservative turn of mind, and ac- 'Customed to observe the traditional forms of ;wooin;r, tho result can easily bo guessed. iBrian hunted all over the jewelers' shops in ;Melbourne with love like assiduity, and hav- iing obtained a ring wherein were set some ;turquois stones as blue as his own eyes, ho iplacod it on her slender finger, and at last ifelt that his engagement was an accomplished 'fact. This being satisfactorily arranged, ho inesi proceeded to interview tho father, and .had just screwed his courage up to the awful 'ordeal, when, something occurred which postponed tho interview indefinitely. Mrs. Frettlby was out driving, when tho horses jtook bright and bolted. Tho coachman and .grouinboth escaped unhurt, but Mrs. Frettlby "was thrown out and killed instantaneously. This was tho first really great troublq which had fallen on Mark Frettlby, and ho iseemed to bo stunned by it. Shutting 'himself up in his rqpm ho refused to see any one, even his daughter, and appeared at .the funeral with a white and haggard face, •which shocked every one. When everything was over, and tho body of tho late Mrs. Frettlby was consigned to tho earth with all the pomp and ceremony which money could give, thu bereaved husband rodo home and resumed his old life. But ho was never the same again. His face, which had always besn so genial and bright, became stern and •sad. Ho seldom smiled, and when he did it iwas a faint, wintry sniiio, whk/a seemed mechanical. His whole heart seemed cen- itered in his daughter. She became tho sola ^mistress of tho at. Kilda mansion, and her ifather idolized her. She seemed to bo the ioiie thing left to him which gave him an in- and aftftr a Violent quarrel v/ith him nttO rare the house, vowing to kill Whyte should he marry Madge Frettlby. Fitzgerald Wcftt alone to Mr. Frettlby that same night, and had an inter ,-iew with him. He confessed that he loved Madge, and that his love was returned. So, when Madge added her entreaties to Brian's, Mr. Frettlby found himself unable to withstand tho combined forces, and gave his consent to their engagement. Whyte was absent in tho country for the next few days after his stormy interview! with Brian, and it was only on his return that he learnt that Madge-was engaged to his rival. Ho saw Mr. Frettlby on tho subject, and haviaig learnt from his own lips that such was the case, he left the house at once, and sworo that ha would never enter it again. He littlo knew how prophetic his words were, for on that sarao night he met his death in a hansom cab. Ho had passed out of tho life of both tho lovers, and they, glud that ho troubled them, no more, never suspected for a moment that the body of the unknown man found in Royston'3 cab was that of Oliver Whyto. About two weeks after TVhyte's disappearance Mr. Frettlby gavo a dinner party in honor of his daughter's birthday. It was a delightful evening, and the wide French wia- dows which led on to the veranda were open,. letting in a gentle breeze, blowing with a fresh, salt odor from the ocean. Outside thero was a kind of screen of tropical plants, and through the tangle of the boughs the guests, seated at the table, crniVA just seo the waters of tho bay glittering liko silver in the pale moonlight. Brian was seated opposite to Madge, and every now and then ho caught, a glimpse of her bright face behind the great 1 silver cpergne, filled with fruit and flowers, which stood in tho center of tho table. Mark Frettlby was at the head of the table, and appeared in very good spirits, for his stern features wero somewhat relaxed, and ho drank more wine than usual. Tho soup had just bcc:i removed when somo ono who was I Into entered with ivpolo~i?s and took bis ocat. Some ono in this case was Mr. Felix Rollestou, one of the best known young men in Melbourne. He had an income of his own, scribbled a little for the papers, was to bo seen at every houso of any pretensions to fashion in Melbourne, and was always bright, happy and full of news. Whenever any scandal occurred Felix Uolleston was sure to know it first, and could tell more about it than any ono else. He knew everything that w-as going on, both at homo and abroad. His knowledge, if not very accurate, was at least extensive, and his conversation was piquant and witty. As Calton, ono of tho leading lawyers of the city, said, "Rolleston put him in mind of what Beaconfleld said of one of his characters iu 'Lothair,' 'Ho wasn't an intellectual Croesus, but bis pockets wore always full of sixpences. 1 " There was a good deal of truth in Gallon's remark, and Felix always distributed his sixpences freely. Tho • conversation had been dull for tho last few minutes at the Frettlby dinner table; consequently when Felix arrived everybody brightened up, as they folt certain now that tho conversation would be amusing. "So awfully sorry, don't you know," said Felix, as ho slipped into a seat by Madge; "but a fellow liko mo has got to be careful of his time—so many calls on it." "So many calls in it, 3-011 mean," retorted Madge with a disbelieving smile. "Confess, now, you havo been paying a round of visits." "\Vell, yes," assented Mr. Rolleston; "that's tho disadvantage of having a large circlo of acquaintances. They give you weak tea and thin bread and butter, whereas" "You would rather havo a B. and S. and somo deviled kidneys," finished Brian. There was a laugh at this, but Mr. Holies- ton disdained to notice tho interruption. "The only advantage of 5 o'clock tea," ho went on, "is that it brings people together, and ono hears what's going on." '•Ah, yos, Rollestou," said Mr. Frettlby, who was looking at him with an amused smile. "What news have you?" "Good news, bad news, and such news as you have never heard of," quoted Rolleston gravely. "Yes, I have a bit of news. Haven't.you heard it?" As no oae knew what the news was they could not very well say that they had, so Rollestou v.-as happy, having found out that ho could mako a sensation. "Well, do you know," ho said, gravely fixing in his eyeglass, "they found out the name of the fellow that wat murdered hi tho hansom cab?" "Never!" cried every one eagerly. "Yes," went on Rolleston, "and what's mere, you all know him." "It's never Whyte?" said Brian, in a horrified tone. "Hang it, how did j'ou know?" said Rol- lestou, rather annoyed at being forestalled. "Why, I just heard it at tho St. Kilda station." "Oh, easily enough," said Brian, rather confused. "I used to eco Whyto constantly, and as I had not set eyes on him for the last two weeks, I thought it might bo him." "How did they find out who it was?" asked Mr. Frettlby, idly toying with his wine glas.\ "Oh, one of thoso detective fellows, you know," answered Felix. "They know everything." "I am sorry to hear it," said Frettlby, referring to the fact that Whyto was murdered. "Ho had a letter of introduction to me, aiid seemed a clever, pushing young fellow." "A confounded cad," muttered Felix, under his breath; and Brian, who overheard lira, seemed inclined to assent. WALKS ABOUT NWYOM BILL NVE SEES THE ELEPHANT AND VISITS BROOKLYN. The Gr«nt Success of n Young Man Who Started with Nothing but a Common College Education—How fete fteeame Rich and Kespocted. , [Copyright, 1891, by Edgar W. Nye.] NEW YORK, November.—Several years ago I had occasion to write a very able article regarding the Herzog teleserve, a scheme for enabling a guest at a hotel to order 150 different things by pressing a button after placing an index point over the article wanted. I mention this in order to show the power of the press, for I poked fun at the teleserve in a withering way, as so many able Writers do when they dislike a new thing. pitchfork into him. He also has a way of e*preseing himself at the proper time In such a manner as to win respect and esteem after he had stood about enough funny business. At such times he manages to make those who have reviled him before beg to know the name of his trouser maker so that they can get a fit like his. ij Central park is a very valuable and/ beautiful strip of woods, but it does not touch the parks of Chicago, except that it has the rugged beauty of rocks and hills which the Chicago parks do not. Few Eastern people realize thut Chicago is quietly and with a timid and almost shrinking modesty, which ia almost painful, sailing on toward the top of the list, and I have often wished that she would attempt at least to assert horsslf through the columns of the press in such a way that her greatness and her wonderful and uninterrupted growth might be shown to the people of the satisfied East. Why doesn't she speak of it? In Brooklyn last week I saw the most refined barber sign that 1 ever came across, I think. It was called THE BROOKLYN HAIR CUTTING STUDIO. tender besom I have been more than orAe obsetv ed to lie. "The owt iron rule now was that every afceet of examination questions should be counted before and after print* iHf, like the tule for voting by theAus- trauan ballot or the custom in the United States treasury printing establishment. So I resolved if possible to beat this game, and I did. That is where t got the discipline which has made ine a success in the stock business. That is why today I own eight thousand head of fat cattle on the Colorado hills, where I started in with a rusty branding iron and a melancholy steer, whose celibacy was a matter of gossip all over the state." "Well, how did you pass?" "Pass? Why, I got the job printer, a coon named Orlando Taylor, to wear white linen trousers while doing his college work, and after he was clone and had delivered his printing, and before he had washed the forms, to sit down in the entire 8x0 page accidentally. "Then I gave him five dollars for the trousers. "Oh, there's nothing like a college education for developing a boy's talents." A man who has practiced medicine for 40 years, ought to know salt from sugar: read what he says: TOLEOO, O.,jftfi. 10,188! Messes. F. J. Cheney & Co.MGtentle* tneb:—I have bnen in the general practice of medicine for most 40 years, and would say that in all my practice and'ex* pefience have never seen a preparation thai I could persclibe with ns much confidence of success, as I. can Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by you. Have pre« scribed it «. great many times and its effect is wonderful, and would say in conclusion iliat I have yet to find a case of Catarrh that I would not cure, if they would take it according to directions. Yours Truly, L. L. Qonaumt, M. D. Office 215, Summit St. We will give $100 for any case of Catarrh thai cannot be cured with Ball's- Catarrh Cure. Taken internally. P. J. CHENEY & Co., Props., 'Toledo 0. by Druggists, 75o. 61—54. •terest in life, and had it not been for her [bright presence coiis'.'.a.iitly near him, Mark :Frettlby would havo wished himself lying ibeside his dead wife ia tho quiet graveyard, jwhere there i-i no trouble or care. After a (time had elapsed Brian again resolved to aslc |Mr. Frettlby for tho hand of his daughter (When for the second time fate interposed. (This time it was a rival suitor who made his •appearance, and Brian's hot Irish temper •rose when he saw another Richmond in the field. The gentleman iu question was a Sir. .Oliver Whyte, who had come out from 'England a few months previously, and 'brought a letter of introduction to Mr. Frettlby, who received him hospitably, as was his custom, and Wliyto soon made himself perfectly at home iu the Sc. Kilda mansion. Brian took a dislike to tho new comer the first time he saw him, for Mr. Fitzgerald was a student of Lavater, and prided himself ou his reading of character. His opinion of Whyto was anything but flattering to that gentleman, for in spite of his handsome facs and suave manners, both Brian and Madgia felt the same repulsion toward him as they would huvo to u snake. Mr. Whyto, however, with true diplomacy, affected not to notice the cold way in which Madgo received •him, and began to pay marked attention to her, much to Brian's disgust. At last ho asked her to bo hia wife, and notvvitUstand- ,iug her prompt refusal, spoke to Mr. Frottlby ion the subject. Much to the daughter's aa- [tonishment, that geiitleman consented to Whyte's paying his addresses to Madge, and told her that he wished her to consider the young man's proposal favorably. In spite of 'all Madgo could say, he refused to alter bis decision, and Wbyte, feeling himself safe, began to treai; Briau with au insolence which was highly galling to Fitzgerald's proud Ho coital OB Whyto at bis lodgings, For tho rest of tlio meal nothing was talker! about but the murder and the mystery iu which it was shrouded. . When the ladies retired they chatted about it in the drawing room, but finally dropped it for more agreeable subjects. Tho gentlemen, however, when tho cloth had been removed, filled their glasses, and continued their discussion with unabated vigor. Brian alone did not take part in the conversation. Ha sat moodily staring at his uutastud wiue, and wrapped in a browu study. (To be Continued.) Hack numbers of this story will be furnished to subscribers on application. Don't storm the system as you would u fort. If held by the enemy, constipation, gently persuade it to surrender with DeWitt's Little Early Risers. These little pills are wonderful couvincers. Wife—Now that you have bought a cow, who will milk it? Husband—Oh, he says the calf does that. So we'll have all the milk we want. DeWitt's Sarsaparilla cleanses the blood, increases the appetite and tones up the system. It has beuefltted many people who have suft'ered from blood disorders. It will help you. -A-Sample Copy of St. Louis Life.a finely illustrated funny paper, and a beautiful water color paint ing for the parlor. Send ten cents in stamps to ST. Louis LIFE, 4 10 506 Oliver St., St. Louia, Mo. THB BABY HIPPOPOTAMUS. I had a great deal of fun with this li ttle machine, on the dial of which you conld find anything from the morning paper to a pair of horses. Yesterday I met Mr. Herzog, looking as well as he did before my attack on him, and I was surprised to find at my hotel and in many other hotels since, the little machine which I used several years ago in dusting off the streets. This shows, as I say, the power of the press, and how a fearless writer with a good command of language may often accoTirplish great good by attacking a meritorious thing. Whenever I come to New York, even for a fow weeks, I like to fall into the hands of an old New Yorker who knows the ropes, for it gives me a feeling of comfort and confidence which nothing else caa. Day before yesterday I started to go np town with an old resident of the city, and as we went up the elevated railroad stairs I told him how glad 1 was to be as often as possible in the hands of an old citizen of the place, for then I did not have to worry over details. "Yes," he said, "it must be a good deal of a comfort to one who has not always lived in the city to be with one who is perfectly familiar with New York, as nothing but time and years can mako one. Now, for instance, the man from the west or from the country may flatter himself that he is entirely at home here after a week or two, and begin to take it easy. That is the time he corks himself, and the first thing he does when he experiences this feeling of false security is to climb the elevated stairs humming "Comrades" softly to himself, only to find when he gets here to the ticket office as we are that he has come up those tedious iron stairs on a hot day oaly to know after he has his ticket that he is on the down town side when he wants to go up, or vice versa. It ia mighty humiliating and makes him look pretty foolish, I think. And so—by thunder! that's just what we have done now! If you'll agree not to say anything about this I will pay for the lunch." So I will not say anything about it. Last evening I visited Central park for a stroll along its quiet walks in order to rehearse a spontaneous after dinner speech for the Lambs' cliib and also to commune with nature and the child wonder, the baby hippopotamus. I am very fond of wild beasts born in captivity, and often spend hours in front of their cages contemplating their singular habits. The baby hippopotamus is, I may safely say, as plain as Senator Peffer, of Kansas, the hirsute wonder of the boundless plains. She has a loosely fitting habit and chubby legs, and is now about half the size of her mother and one-third as large, perhaps, as her proud father. She eats great quantities of hay and then goes into the water. Her life is not an exciting one. After being in the water for a time she may be seen by the observing student coming out again. This constitutes her life work. Instead of having a purpose in life, she does no more for her race or for history than a young lady at a sximmer resort. The giraffe always strikes me as a sort of a Bedfern brute, somehow, while the hippopotamus child and baby elephant have the air of getting their clothes made at home. Look for one moment at the elephant. The seat of his trousers has a sag to it which takes one back to the first experiment made by one's poor mother in draping a narrow and bony boy. I have passed through that myself. I went away to the academy wearing a pair of trousers like that, and I can still remember how popular I was with the town boys who hadn't had anything to tickle them for a good while. I came to them like a ray of sunshine on the storm tossed ocoan of life. 1 landed among them like a large, juicy (tenderloin steak in a crowded den of hyenas—hyenas stTffering with tapeworm. Oh, how joyfully they hailed me, with my fresh and tanzy scented atmosphere 1 How they took hold of me and wanted to know who made my dejected trousers with the deep seated melancholy! The elephant ia much like a country boy, it seems to me. He has an air of outward stupidity which is often misjudged, for the elephant has geutiu aud tender spots in his nature by which yo« way reach him without running a hot Where the barber has such high and cloud piercing notions, is it to be wou dered at that the city itself is so refined and so excelsior? The day, I dare say, is not far distant when the sausage making atelier will be as common in Brooklyn as the man with the long divided Bkirt frock coat is now. The red necktie is certainly contending in a spirited manner for the New York aud Brooklyn right of way with tho frock coat, which has u beautiful sweep of kilt, reaching considerably below the knees. Some attribute this imported English idiocy to one cause and some to another, but you will find when you come to figure it all out that the able and brainy tailor wishes not only to make for you a new style of frock coat, but top coat also, for otherwise you expose your new and astonishing skirts. It is rather a pretty custom for those who have trim hips and a natural and beautiful sweep of iournure, but for the pumpkin seed order of architecture with sloping shoulders and broad, intellectual hips, together with a gait which occupies the entire breadth of the sidewalk, the long frock coat simply emphasizes the eccentricity and advertises a doubtful attraction. I met several days ago a bright specimen of the college graduate. He is an old friend of mine, and, a living illustration of the advantages of a collegiate education. He is very prosperous, though not in the line of any profession. This is, of course, a disappointment to his parents, but not to him. He always hated the professions, but admired other avenues for obtaining a livelihood. He earned his first money as a child by returning a valuable Maltese cat on which there was a reward of twenty dollars. Seeing the advantages to be derived from this branch of trade, he • soon returned other valuable cats for which there was a reward offered, and soon after that he added to his trade that of the valuable dog. Ho has been very sttccessful in the cattle industry in the far west, he says, and with nothing to start with but a tired steer, a tireless branding iron and nobility of purpose. Coupled with his college training, he has made out by the natural increase and geometrical progression, as we call it in mathematics, to own a large and very fine herd of eight thousand head of good cattle. "And do you attribute any measure of your success," I asked him the other day, "to a college education?" "Not to the college education as you regard it, perhaps, but to the stimulation which natural genius receives at college." "Ah, and how so, pray? There is a good deal of discussion going on all the time over this question of a college education versus practical education. Wherein now do yon regard a college training as especially stimulating to genius?" "Well, I will admit that I was not a success from a collegiate standpoint. I was practically blackballed and sent home several times to my parents, but they had a pull and I was returned. My genius did not lie in the direction of the classics or of higher mathematics or rhetoric or the languages, but in the direc- ;ion of invention ajid evasion of arbi- ;rary rales. For illustration, it was found after I had been in college two years that every examination had in The Eternal Fitness. It was on a Second avenue surface car. A woman was standing up and holding to a strap, while among those sitting down was a man so fat and bulky that he certainly occupied the space required by two ordinary persons. The woman standing up must havo realized this fact, for she looked down upon him in a cold, icy manner. He saw that she did, and he felt it his duty to explain: "Madam, in the first place I am so awkward on my legs that I should tum- ble'down if I tried to stand up in a car. In the next place, while I occupy two seats I have paid two fares. Conductor!" "Well, sir?" queried that official, as he came in. "Didn't I positively insist that you take double fare from me?" "Yes, sir." "And am I occupying more than two seats?" "No, sir." "You see how it is, ma'am," said the fat man as he turned to the woman. "At the first go off you'd infer that I was an H. O. G-. When the situation is explained you must see that I fully recognize the eternal fitness of things. Some of the lean, five cent men here will no doubt offer you a seat." One of them did, and the fat man felt so content about things that he soon, fell asleep.—New York Evening World. We would call iittnnMon r.o die met that wo are located here peniitiiKnitly. fur Mio manufacture aud snle of cemetery work In Marble, Granite and Stone. Wo ninv luwe and intend to keep Iu stock ti fair line of finished Monuments, HondsloiiHs, etc 1 -, and will guarantee all work to lm pnnnl to tl'f best. Wo are tho only Jiiamiluctiuw; of "emct»ry work In Kossuth Co. °JL'i)ei'tti<tre.|.)lettso!;ive u.s a cull before placing your order iind be convinced that by fair and honorable dealing, we are worthy your patronage. ALGONA MARBLE WORKS, SHELLEY & HALL, Proprietors, East State St., Algousi, Iowa. A Trlfler. R1LEY &, YOUNG'S Combination SLAT and WIRE FENCE.. It Is a fence for open wmut.vlps, for It cannot' be blown clown. IMsthe feinte for low lands, for it cannot be washed uwny. 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He—It ia the one wish of my life to press you to niy heart and call you my own. She—I am afraid that can never be, general, with such an obstacle in the way. He—An obstacle! Tell me what it is. that I may put it aside.—Life. No Chanco for Mistakes. New Boy—Is this bill good? Merchant (busily)—What denomination is it? New Boy—It's a two dollar silver certificate. Merchant (hurriedly) — Examine it yourself. If it looks like a miserable counterfeit it's genuine.—Good News. A Late Literary Production. "Have you anything new?" asked a customer of a recently engaged clerk in a city book store. "I'll see," replied the young man, as he swept his eye over the shelves. "Yes here's 'The New Testament.' Would you like to look at it?"—Life. An Insidious Criticism. The Rev. Mr. Spouter—How did you like my sermon yesterday? What did you think of my exordium and my peroration, eh? De Grumpe—I thought they were too for apart,—Life. Overheard at Newport. Miss Smith (to Miss Jones, talking about Mr. Noodles)—Does he know anything? Miss Jones—Know anything? No. He doesn't even suspect anything.— Harper's Bazar. ICYCttS. LADIES-CEHTLEHM fitPLICATION-. CLEVELAND- reserved for Dr. L. K. Uur.tield, who will si.01 U any l>it;ycl« not represented by N] THAT NEW FROCK COAT. fact been a farce, for I had worked the printer so that we had advance sheets of the exam questions, but at that time all was discovered. "I now began to fear that I would never graduate and even my college friends who had been so deftly assisted by me began now to desert me. All looked dark. It looked to me as though I'd have to really learn all thai rot out of the books or fail of my graduation entirely. "One day I thought of a pew soheme. This is what makes me favor the college aj4 hurrah for my alma mater, on who** Cramped Quarters. Greene—Don't you find it hard to believe that Jonah lived three days in a whale's belly? White—No; you see I've always lived myself in a New York flat.—New York Truth. Gurrill'8 Misfortune. "Mrs. Garrill fell down stairs and bit her tongue in two." "Poor Garrill I If that woman has two tongues heaven knows what will be- eome of him."—Harper's Bazar. LOUIS — UNIQH SQUARE. H-Y- P03TOH.MAOS. ATtHNTA.** BY ALQONA, CAOWJfit Inberitauce. Mrs. Gadd— Does your boy take after you or bis father? Mrs. Gabb— He takes after his father. You can never believe a word he says.— Good News. A Reflection on the Cloth. Ptolly— Can you *ee anything in the —Tfw can see yaw image is ^ G RIFLES FOR SALE EVERYWHERE MADE BY J . ., .

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