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(5 THE REPUBLICAN : ALGONA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER L>5, 1391, y FERGUS W, HUME. i M«L GORBY IS SATISFIED AT LAST. \ in spite of his long walk ond still longer fire Brian did not sleep well that night. He .Kept tossing and turning, or clso lying on this back Wide awake, looking into tho dark- Men aud thinking of Why to. Toward dawn, twhftn tho first faint glimmer of morning teamo through the Vonotian blinds, ho fell (into a sort of uneasy dozo, haunted by hor- friblo dreams. Ho thought ho was driving in A hansom, when suddenly ho found Whyte (by his side, Clad in whito cerements, grinning iand gibbering at him with ghastly merriment. Then tho cab went over a precipice, and ho fell from a great height down, down, With tho mocking laughter still sounding in his ears, until ho woke with a loud cry and found it was broad daylight, and that drops of perspiration wore standing ou his brow. It. was no good trying to sleep any longer, so, •With a weary sigh, ho arose and went for his tub, feeling jaded and worn out by worry and Want of sleep. His bath did him somo good, as tho cold water brightened him up and pulled him together. Still ho could not help giving a start of .surprise when ho saw his faco looking at him from the mirror, old and hn sgard looking, with dark circles round tho eyes. "A pleasant lifo I'm going to have of It if this sort of thing goes on," ho said bitterly; "I wish to O— I had never r,e;Mi or heard of Whyte." Ho dressed himself carefully, however, for Brian was a man who never neglected his toilet, however worried a-.id out of sorts ho might feel. Yet, notwithstanding his efforts to throw off his gloom and feel cheerful, his landlady was startled when sho saw how haggard aud wau his handsomo face looked in the searching morning light. Sho was a umall, dried up little woman, with a wrinkled, yellow face, and looked so parched aud brittle that strangers could not belp thinking it would do her good if she were soaked iu water for a year, in order to soften her a little. Whenever sho moved sho crackled, and one was in constant dread of seeing one of her wizen looking limbs break off short, like tho branch of a dead tree. When she spoke it was in .1 hard, shrill voice, liko a cricket; and being dressed in a faded brown silk, what with her voice and attenuated body, sho was not unlike that noisy insect. IShe crackled into Brian's sitting room with Tho Argus and coffee, and a look of dismay camo over her stouy faco as she saw his altered looks. "Dear me, sir," she chirped out in her shrill voice, as she placed her burden on tho table, "are you took bad;" Brian shook his head. "Want of sleep, that's all, Mrs. Sampson," he answered, unfolding Tho Argus. "Ah! that's because ye ain't got enough blood in yer 'ead," said Mi's. Sampson, wisely, for sho had her own ideas on tho subject of health. -'If you ain't got blood you ain't got sleep." Brian looked at her as sho said this, for there seemed such an obvious want of blood in her veins that he wondered if sho had ever slept iu all her life. However, he said nothing, but merely intimated that i£ she would leave tho room he would take his breakfast. . "An 1 if you wants anythin' else, Mr. Fitzgerald," she said, going to tho door, "you knows your way to the bell as easily as l" do to the kitchen," aud, with a final chirrup, sho crackled out of the room. Brian drank his coffee, but pushed away tho food which was before him, and then looked through Tho Argus to see the latest reports about tho murder case. What ho read made his eliee*; turn even paler than it •was, and he could feel his heart boating loudly. '•They've found a clew, have they?" he muttered, rising and paemg restlessly up and down. "I wcuder what it can be? I threw that man offi vh-j scent U-.st night, but if ho suspects :TKJ there "/ill be no diiliculty in him finding out wliera I live. Bah! What nonsense I am talking. 1 a in t'.ia victim of raj- own morbid imagination. Tht-i'o is nothing; to connect mo v/iuli tho crime, s;o I need not be afraid of my uhr.O.ow. I've a good mind to you, Imperttnenoet" ah* broke oft*, as ft ttout man in & light suit of clothes crossed the road and fang th6 beli, "a pullin' at th« boil as if tt were a pump 'andlo." As the gentleman &t the door, who tea* none other than Mr. Oorby, did not hew her. bo, of course, did not reply, so she hurried down the stairs, crackling with anger &t the rough usage her bell had received. Mr. Gorby had seen Brian go out, And deeming it a good opportunity to prosecute inquiries, had lost no time in making a start. "You nearly torod the bell down," said the fiery cricket, as sho presented her thin body and wrinkled face to the view of the detective. i leave town for a time, but it' I am suspected that would excitesuspicion. Oh, Madge! my darling," ho cried, passionately, "if you only know what I sulier, I know that you woulol pity rae—br.t you must never know tho truth <—'Never! Novel-!' : ' and, sinking into a chair toy tho window, lie covered his i'ace with hi;; hands. After reniainiiij in this position for somo minutes, occupied with his own gloomy thoughts, he aroso aud ran::; tho bell. A faint crackle in tho distunes announced that Mrs. |i Sampson had heard, anil sho soon came into ''," tho room, looking moro liko a cricket than ever. Brian had gono into his bedroom and called out ru her from the:-o: '•J am goi:i r ^ down to Sr. Kilda, Mrs. Sampson," IM .-;ai;l, "and, probably, will not by back all day." i '-Which 1 Vios it 'ull do you good," nn- f, an' the t,ea, bvcr/ts Is iiviyaciiluua 1'CV- inal:::'.' 'ij-'yo'i take to your victuals. My mother' i; brother, bein':i i-ail.j:-, an' wonderful for'is ,$) stomach, which, v/l:'-:i 'o 'ad d'-.ue a meal, tho 'f! table looked as ii.' a low CUM "ad gone over it." "A v/hr.v.'" a-!:ctl Fi'Ji.-^-.-^iild, buttoning his ... glove.-. |f '-A low ev.--!" i-o-ollrrd the landlady^ in surprise at his ignr.:-ai:ce, "as I've readjin 'Oly Writ, as 'ow John thu Baptise was yurti.il to 'em, not that I think th-.-y'd bo \vry h'llin', tho', to be sure, 'u 'ad Vu-mu- \vJ L h 'oin. T ' von mean Iu sweet tooth, and tito said Brian, now 'i 'oney w •'Oh! . enlightened. ''Aa' what elwr asked Mrs. Sampson, indignantly; "which, th:-' not bein'aseliolurd, J speaks English I 'opes, my mother's second cousin avin'"ad first priw at a spollin' bee, tho' 'odied early t.:i!-o::;;li brain fuvor, 'avin' crowded "is 'ead over much with the dictiou- Wy." "Dear me!" ansu "How unfortunate to Sirs. Sa!:ip.5o:i'.j Ing of an urran inade, and which "Foil nearly tared the bell down," "I'm very sorry," answered Gorby, meekly. "I'll knock next time." "Oh, no you won't," said tho landlady, tossing tier head, "mo not 'avin' a knocker, an' your 'and a-scratchin' the paint off the door, which ifcain'tbeeii done over six months by my sister-in-law's cousin, which 'o is a painter, with a shop in Pitzroy, an 1 a wonderful heye to color." "Does Mr. Fitzgerald live here?" asked Mr. Q-orby quietly. "Ho do," replied Mrs. Sampson, "but ! e's gone out, an' won't bo back till tho arter- noou, which any mcssidgo 'ull be delivered to 'iin punctual on 'is arrival." "I'm glad he's not in," said Mr. Gorby. "Would you allow mo to have a few moments' conversation?" '* What is it?" asked tho cricket, her curiosity being roused. I'll tell you when wo get inside," answered Mr. Gorby. The cricket looked at him with her sharp little eyes, and seeing nothing disreputable in him, led tho way rustairs, crackling loudly the whole time. This so astonished Mr. Gorby that he cast about in his own mind for an explanation of tho phenomena. "Wants oiling about tho joints," was his conclusion, "but 1 never heard anything like it, and she looks as if she'd snap in two, she's that brittle." Mrs. Sampson took Gorby into Brian's sitting, and, having closed the door, sat down and prepared to hear what he had to say for ui nisei f. "1 'ope it ain't bills," she said. "Mr. Fitzgerald 'avin' money in tho bank, and every- thin' respectable like a gentleman as 'o is, tho', to bo sure, your bill might come down on him unbeknown, 'n not 'avin' kept it in mind, which it ain't everybody as 'ave sich a good memory as my aunt on my mother's side, she 'avin' Mil famous for 'er dates like a 'istory, not to speak of 'er multiplication tables and tho numbers of people's 'ouses." "1 am an insurance agent," he said rapidly, so as to prevent any interruption by tho cricket; "and Mr. Fitzgerald wants to insure his life in our company. Before doing so I want to find out if lie is a good life to insure; does ho live temperately? keep early hours? and, in fact, all about him." "1 shall be 'uppy to answer any inquiries which may bo of use. to you, sir," replied Mrs. Sampson; "knowin" as 1 do'ow good a insurance is to a family should tho 'ead of it bo taken off unexpected, leavin 1 a widder, which, as 1 know, Mr. Fitzgerald is a gain' to be married soon, an 1 1 'opes 'e'll be 'appy, tho' thro' it 1 loses a lodger as 'as allays paid regler, an" bo'aved like a gentleman." "Does he keep good hours?" said Mr. Gorby. "Allays in aforo the clock strikes twelve," answered the landlady; "tho' to bo sure, 1 uses it as a linger of speech, none of the clocks i:i the 'ouso strikin' but ouo, which iu bein' mended, 'avio 1 broke through over- windin'." "Is he alw::ys in before 12?" asked Mr. Gorby, keenly disappointed at this answer. Mrs. Sampson eyed him waggishly, and a smile ere;:* over he- wrinkled little- face. "Young men, not bein' old men," sho replied, cautiously, "and sinners not bein' saints, it's not nattral as latch keys should bo made for ornament instead of use, and Mr, I Fitzgerald bein' one of the 'andsomest aieu j in Melbourne, it ain't to be expected as 'o should lot's latch key git rusty, tho', 'aviu' a j tS~?d moral character, 'e uses it with moder- | atiou." ] "But I Suppose you are generally asleep when he comes in late?" said the detective; "so you can't tell what hour ho comes home?" "Not as a rule," assented Mrs. Sampson; "bein' a 'eavy sleeper, aud much disposed for bed, but 1 'ave 'eard 'im come in urter 13, the last time bein' Thursday week." "Ah!" Mr. Gorby drew a long breath, for Tbws'Jny week w;w the u'.£l)t wlw, the murder was committed. "Bein' troubled with my 'ead," said Mrs. Sampson, "thro 1 'avin' been out in the sun all day a-washin', I did not feel so partial to my bed that night as in general, so went >w:i to the kitchen wit«U the intent of geV Makes what rightf* asked tho landlady, sharply. "And'owdo you know my clock *tes ten minutes wrong!" "Oh, it was, wiw Itt" asked Gorby, sagwly. "Phi hot denyin" that it w&snV Spiled Mrs. Sampson; "clock* ain't allay* to be t» lied on more than torn an* women! but it won't be anythin' agin la insurance, will it, as In general Vs in aforo 121" "Oh, ail that will be quite safe," answered the detective, delighted at having obtained the required information. "Is this Mr. Fitzgerald's room?" "Yes, it is," replied the landlady t "but 'e furnished it 'imsolf, bein' of A luxurua turn of mind, not but what 'is taste is good, tho' far be it front me to deny 1 'elped 'im to select; but 'twin' another room of thfi same to let, any friends as you might 'ave in search of a 'ome 'ud bo well looked arter, my references bein' very 'igh an' my cookin' tasty, an 1 if" Hero n ring at the frontdoor bell called Mrs. Sampson away, so with a hurried word to Gorby she crackled down stairs. Left to himself, Mr. Gorby arose and looked around tho room. It was excellently furnished, and tho pictures on tho wall were all in good taste. There was a writing table at one end of tho room under the window, which was covered with papers. "It's no good looking for tho papers ho took out of Whyto's pocket, 1 suppose," said the detective to himself, as ho turned over some letters, "as I don't know what they are, and couldn't tell them if I saw them; but I'd like to find that missing glove and tho bottle that held tho chloroform—unless he's done away with them. There doesn't seem any sign of them here, so I'll have a look in his bedroom." There was no time to lose, as Mrs. Sampson might return at any moment, so Mr. Gorby walked quickly into tho bedroom, which opened off tho sitting room. The first thing that caught tho detective's eye was a largo photograph of Madge Frettlby in a phish frame, which stood on the dressing tablo. It was tho same kind he had already seen in Whyte's album, and he took it up with a laugh. "You're a prctt}' girl," ho said, apostrophizing tho picture, "but you give your photograph to two young men, both in love with you, and both hot tempered. Tho result is that ono is dead, and the other won't survive him long. That's what you've done." Ho put it down again, and looking round the room, caught sight of a light covert coat hanging behind tho door, and also a soft hat. "Ah," said, tho detective, going up to the door, "hero is the very coat you wore when you killed that poor fellow. I wonder what you have in the pockets," and he plunged his hand into them in turn. There was an old theatre programme and a pair of brown gloves in one, but in the second pocket Mr. Gorby made a discovery—none other than that of tho missing glove. There it was—a soiled white glove for the right baud, with black bands down the back; and the detective smiled in a gratified manner as he-put it carefully in his pocket. "My morning has not bean wasted," he said to himself. "I've found out that he came in at a timo which corresponds to all his movements after 1 o'clock on Thursday night, and this is the missing glove, which clearly belonged to Whyto. If 1 could only get hold of the chloroform bottle I'd be satisfied." But the chloroform bottle was not to be found, though ho searched most carefully for it. At last, hearing Mrs. Sampson coming up stairs again, ho desisted from his search and came back to tho sitting room. "Threw it away, 1 expect," he said, as ho sat down in his old place; "but it doesn't matter. 1 thir 'i 1 can form a chain of evidence, from what I have discovered, which will be sufficient to convict him. Besides, I expect when he is arrested ho will confess everything; lie seems to have such a lot of remorse for what ho has done." Tho door opened and Mrs. Sampson crackled into tho room. "Did I understand you to say, Mrs. Samp- sou," ho went on, "that Mr. Fitzgerald would be at home this afternoon?" "Oh, yes, sir, 'o will," answered Mrs. Sampson, "a drinkin' tea with hjs young lady, who is Miss Frottlby, and 'as got no end of money—not but what I mightn't 'avo 'ad tho sarno 'ad 1 been born in a higher spear." "You need not tell Mr. Fitzgerald I have been here," snid Gorby, closing tho gate; "I'll probably call and see him myself this afternoon." "What a stout person 'o are," said Mrs. Sampson to herself, as tho detective walked away, "just liko my late father, who was always llesuy, being a great iater and fond of 'is glass, but 1 took arter my mother's family, they bein' thin like, and proud of keeping 'emselves so, as the vinegar tney drank could testify, not that 1 indulge in it myself." She shut tho door and went up stairs to take away the breakfast things, while Gorby was being driven along at a good pace to tlva police office, in order to get a warrant for Brian's arrest on a charge of willful murder WANDERING BILL NY& HE SAUNTERS TNftOUSH OHIO AN8 ' ' Kind lay »» tt GM Center—Doing Good to a itanlto? In Meiulvllte—A tetter from Sir Kdwlti lletraylng trhre<iuH«d Affection And A Sunny Disposition. (.Copyright, 1801, by Edgar W. tfyo.] ON THE KOAO IN THE PoLITICAt I MONTH OF NOVEMBER, i It is at this season that the bright red and blue three sheet posters of my mammoth aggregation called "The Twins of Genius" may be seen on the parched and chapped bill board of the one night stand, vying with the startling announcement that William McKinley, Jr., and Governor Campbell will speak on the siune evening in the same town on the living issues of the day. Everywhere through the merry month of November in the middle states the delighted eye is greeted with these glowing statements regarding approaching enjoyment and entertainment for man and beast. The man is, of course, the one who thinks as we do; the beast is the voter on the other side. of ,a thirty sent watermelon. Now and then he .asto me to Join him In a social capsule, but so fat I have, not allowed the bablt to t ftsten itseifcupon me. The;enp« (rale Is of the shape and consistency of a hetf K egg that has aot aa yet had the shell put oh it,, feasibly, the render. hu»seen the Plymouth Bock roein that condition, The patient throws buck Ms head, tosses It I had asked the colored porter at the depot if tho twin froth Savannah was on tifte, and he replied in the affirmative, When another colored irian came up and. inquired: "Did yo 1 Want to kftoW swnthin, «ah?*' "I was asking him if the train was bfci (To he Continued.) Buck numbers (if this story will be furnished to .subscribers on application. l Urian mechanically, e." lie was not li.vu:nmg j n.';ii:irks, bul \v;is think- ciivjMt which M:i(U;o had IK- hud forgotten till now. Mrs. Sampson," ha said, turning round at the door, "1 am going to bring Mr. • Frettlby and his daughtt/r to have a cup oJ • afternoon tea here, so you might have sonio ready." "Yon 'ave only to ask and to 'avo," answered Airs. Sampson, hospitably, with a crackle of all liar joints. "I'll make tho- tea, Sir, an' also some or' my own pertickler cakes, bein' a special kind 1 'ave, which my mot her | showed me'ow to r.i:ii;e, 'avin' been U',u;;h5 \ by a lady as she missed thro' the scarlet fever, | tho' bein : of a weal; constitootion, she tl:..-d i 60on arter, b-_-in' i:i tho'ubij_of coutravtiu 1 i any disease she mi •,'•' cham-i) on." J As soon as Fit:', go raid hud gone Mr*. S. i went over to the window and watched him I as Ue walked slowly dowu thu strtet—a tall, ) > handsome iaiu, o!' whom any woman woul.l s ; "What an awt'u! thing it are to ttink 'e'll i bo a"corpse some ihy,'" sho chirped .^liceril;' »$Q bei-self, "tho' of couwj bbin 1 ti graft swell t,ia 'is own place, : o'il 'uve a nice airy vault, 'Uieli ud bw tar more comfortable than u , stuffy grave, evew tho' it 'us a touib- vi'lt-ts over it. Ah, now! Who aw ting a linseed poultice to put at the back of my'end. it being calculated to remove pain, as was told to me, when a miss, by a doctor in tho horspital, 'o now being in business for hisself, tit (Jeeli.«:rj;, with a largo family, 'avin' married early. Just as 1 was leavin' tho kitchen 1 'card Mr. Fitzgerald a-comiiv in, a::d, turnin' round, looked at the clock, that 'avi.'i' been my custom when my "usband came in the early iiioriiiu', i bein' a preparhi' 'is meal." time- asked Mr. Gorby, And tho breathlessly. "Five minutes to 2 o'clock," replied Mrs. Sampson. Mr. Gorby thought for a moment. Cab was hailed at 1 o'clock—started for St. Kilda about tun minutes past—reached grammar school, say at twenty-live minutes past— Fitzgerald talks live minutes to cabmau, making it half-past—say, ho waited ten minutes for other cab to turn up, makes it twenty minutys to a—it would take another twenty miuutes to get to East Melbourne—and fiv& minutes to walk up here—that makes it Uv-3 minutes punt 2 instead of before—confound ill "Was your clock iu tho kitchen right?" t» asked, aloud. "Well, I think so," answered Mrs. Sampson. "It does get a little slow sometime^, not 'aviu' bin cleaned for 501110 time, which my uovy beiu' a watchmaker i allays 'aiidi it over to 'im." "Of course it was slow on that night," said Gorby, triumphantly. "He must have couw iu at five minutes post 2— which makes it rio-hi- » A man who has practiced medicine i'or 40 years, ought Jto know salt from sugar: rend what lie says: TOLEDO, O.,,Tan. 10, 1887. Messrs. P. J. Cheney & Co.—Gentlemen:—1 have been in the general practice of medicine I'or most 40 yours, and would sny that in all my practice and experience have never seen a preparation that I could pcrscribe with us much confidence, of success as I can Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by you. Have prescribed it a great many limes and its effect, is wonderful, nnd would say in conclusion that I have yet to lind a case of Catarrh that I woul'd not cure, if they would take it, according to directions. Yours Truly, L. L. Goiisucn, M. B. Office 315, Summit St. Wo will give $100 i'or any case of Catarrh that cannot be cured with Hall's Catarrh Cure. Taken internally. F. .1. CIIKNKY A; Co., Props., Toledo O. EirSold by Druggists, 7oc. 51—54. First Jeweler—1 have had proven to me that advertising brings results. Second jeweler—What was the case? First Jeweler—Yesterday evening 1 advertised for a watchman, and during the night my store was burglari/.ed. Witt's It is an established fact that Do Little Early Risers have an enormous sale, aud why V Simply because they areplesnnt in taking and happy in results. A pill i'or the multitude. Dr. L. A. Sheet/.. SPEAKING TO THE JANITOR. When this letter is printed the great question of future greatness or future shame and degradation in Ohio will have been settled. Ohio will have then cast the die and crossed the Rubicon. Will she rise above the political horizon purified and ennobled, to take her place among the great sisterhood of progressive, prosperous and glorified states, or will she hang her head in sorrow and humiliation in the ranks of the lost and undone, amid the bleaching wrecks and battered hulls of broken and stranded ships which line the bleak and forbidding shores of time? This will depend greatly on what paper you take. Findlay, O., is essentially a gas town, an every one knows. I spoke there four years ago to a crowded house, consisting of the gentleman who introduced me to the audience and a bright young janitor to whom the chairman in a few well chosen words introduced me. I spoke feelingly to the janitor, and I am told that he went away a better man. ' In the course of the evening a violent hailstorm broke loose over Findlay, O., and as there was a low tin roof over the stage, I could not hear a word that I said. So I did not enjoy the entertainment so much as usual. I went to my hotel wondering if I had made myself clear to the janitor, and as I wrote my press notice for the morning paper I said to myself: "Have I made a stride in the right direction? Have I purified and ennobled this janitor who has been placed within the sound of my voice?" Since then Findlay has grown from 4,000 people to 20,000, and from the good work done with that gentle janitor has sprung up an audience that would have swelled the heart of Frank Sanger. Time heals over a wound quicker than one would think. Fiiidlay now has gas wells which make the old Karg well look tame. Though a few years ago the Karg was the wonder of the world, now, by the side of recent discoveries, she looks like the dim light in which iny young and trusting heart was won by one to whom 1 afterward gave my hand in marriage, together with my worldly goods, consisting of the good will of a newspaper which was pretty generally disliked. The gas which forms in the earth in and about Ohio would indicate a very unsettled state of affairs in that region. I am getting accustomed to the use of natural gas now, having been in the gas region and competing with it, as I may say, successfully for two weeks, so that at my hotel yesterday I lighted my own gas stove. I put a newspaper in the stove and then I slowly turned on the gas, having first ignited the paper. I had lighted the paper, which was one of the New York Sunday papers, by the way, and while I was turning on the gas the blaze went out. This left the stove full of unemployed gas, though 1 could not see it, being a little nearsighted anyway. So when I did light it snccesst'ully there came a pleasing little surprise in the way of an explosion, which filled the air full of special Sunday articles from the paper and drove- my hotel pillow into the ink- .stand out of si^ht. One should be very careful in lightin the gas stove, or he may burn off his whiskers and thus become- maimed for life. Meadville, Pa., is a very thrifty unil picturesque town in the western part of the state, whore I had the pleasure- of this cold, dank mass against his palate, and with a sinnous movement of the Deck, as an ostrich would swallow a door knob or a drowned colt, he takes his cod liver oil capsule. Cod liver oil is not the most appetizing thing I can think of any Way, but in this new form it seems to me 1 too much like swallowing some of the campaign statistics which I have heard Secretly. I presume that every [one who writes pieces for publication receives more or less in the way of correspondence pro or con, anil a good deal of it is evidently the work of indolent or morbid minds, but now and then a letter that is not only gratifying, but full of ideas, relieves the monotony. My own correspondence iii that direction is a most kaleidoscopic one, ranging all the way from the wobbly vaporings of a rancid mind up to thejmagnificent suggestions offered me without money and without price by those who have bee'n most wonderfully unsuccessful except as suggesters. There are four mirth provoking maniacs who have been writing to me for years regularly. One of them sends me page after page of Scriptural references, as, for instance, "I Timothy, 3 to 10 verses;" "V Chap. Revelations) 8 and 9 verses;" "VII Genesis, 20 and 21 verses," etc. Once I looked up these passages of Scripture to see if there could be any coherence or point to their use in my case, but I found that they were evidently furnished by a man in California whose iniud bad been neglected at a season when he should have put the Bordeaux mixture on it. Then every little while I got a letter in a female hand, breathing words of love. They have been coming for over five years now, and though, as heaven is my judge, I have never replied to one of them, they follow me over the Union wherever I go lecturing and tell of a tender heart that is throbbing for me, of a warm affection that has been inspired by the beautiful but rather idealized portraits made of me by the able but unscrupulous artist. Ob, is it not a comfort to know one is beloved even by a stranger whose mind has slipped a cog? Is it not encouraging when life is overcast and one's manager or one's breakfast disagrees with one, to know that far away in some quaint retreat there is a heart that beats for one? The following letter is given here because it is out of the usual run and has some quaint lines in it which the public ought not to be deprived of. So I take out names and dates and give it below: OCT. 0,1891. Edgar W. Kye: Mv DISAII SIB—I don't want you to write to me—not even in revenge—for I hear from you each week through the press, anil ou my study table (or rather on tho hull of a dismantled sewing machine) in a little room over tho stair which my employer kindly allows me to share with his deed box and an old pistol left him hy his father, and last loaded in 1808, to keep down his insurance, and then deducts each week from my salary of six dollars §1.20 for use of same. As I stated above, on this hull of a machine, in company with "Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress," "How to Get Rich on Two Dollars Per Week," and aa intensely humorous book called "Salad for tho Solitary," lies a recent number of tho paper containing your love letter to Mr. Hamilton Aide, which, when I read, makes my blood tingle with patriotism till I fancy I can almost see tho national colors floating from the bare, unused nagstalifs of this city. (Last week, by tho way, a man near hero did buy a flag for his hotel—a U. S. Hag, I may add—and Bent his head Porter to fling it to tho breoKO from the housetop, which ho innocently did, Union down, thereby causing great consternation among many. And as I read and reread it, this grand old country seems actually worth living iu. ******* And when Saturday night comes aud I sit in my bare little room with only a big, round half dollar left for tho coming week after paying my board and washwoman—and a big, round lump is in my throat—I read your letter and it helps me to forget that I left my homo in Brockton, Mass., and fifteen dollars a week at making shoes, to come hero and sell shoes to other men because my sweetheart, who had seen tho play "Alabama" and read Mrs. Bur- time, "And What did Ii6 8ay, Bah?" "He said it was," "ttut Dat's all he knows 'bout itt: Dat pusson, aah, ar 1 employed to sweep- out de depot an fill up de water cans." "And yon?" "While I, aah, ar' employed to pot de checks on de baggage an put de baggage on de kyars! Yo' wanted to know if de train was on time, Bah. No, sah, it hain't, sah. De train ar' jist exactly two- seconds late, sah t"— New York World. How the Hedgehog Swiped tho Apple. I. —Truth. Passiinorc—So you are nmnied, I hoar? Hippie—Yes. "Gone to live with the girl's parents, I supposeV "Xo; they have come to live with me." What measure are you taking to that cought? Let us suggest De U'ju's Cough and Consumption Curp. Jtisiul'ul- lible" Dr. L/A. Sheet/. : : spending the Babbath. It is a very busy town, an/I inhabited by a thriving and mo.it courteous and kindly people. It was here, I think, that I heard about an absentmiuded consumptive who lubricated hia bug.^'y all summer with cod liver oil aud dosad himself with Frazer's axle grease. When I saw him he was, improving rapidly. Mr. Burbank, who goes with me in order to give an air of mirth aud humor to our show, -an air which it s-adly needs at times, I think, is taking cod liver oil ,top. Jt is in a new form. The oil is con- 1 'oeadeif iu a flexible capsuls about the BJ?O FIGHTING TUB STOVE. ton IliiiTison's "Flcmr do Hundred," said she could never lie mine till I had made a home for her in tho "laud of flowers," and who, three weeks after my departure, transferred her affections to a baking powder drummer. And when 1 have read your weekly letter tho world seems brighter, my mother's little letters seem hopefu 1 aud helpful as shn meant them to be, tho llua 1 sleep with seems gentler, the people on tho streets seem to grow genial and cordial, tho resources of this great laud seem easier of attainment, aud 1 go to sleep happier and hopeful for the future because 1 Lave my mother and jyow. Truly yours, Sut EDWIN AKNOL.D, Jit., fcjupouica Center, La. The foregoing letter would show that Sir Edwin, although he has been basely deserted i'or a baking powder man who parts his hair on the back of his neck and drupes it over the top of his head, lias a bright and sunny nature which is worth more than all that earth can give. I would rather have a sunny disposition with everything that heart could wish than tu be wealthy with a pained look on my face and a soul that had to have 3, paper weight on it every time a breeze up. A JournaliHtlc Start. Ambitious Youth—Pardon mo for in- . trading, but I am exceedingly anxious to make a start in a journalistic career. The professors at college' all said my future sphere should be literary. Is there any vacancy on your local stall? Though rather distasteful, I presume I would have to begin as a reporter. City Editor—Um—let me see. Yes, we do want another man today, come to think. Know Scribbler? "No, sir." "He's one of our beat reporter,'). He's just been detailed to buy a balloon, take a trip in 'er aud write up tho voyage. He'll give it a title like 'Alone in Space,' "Mid the Midnight Stars,' or something like that. Big thing, isn't it?" "Y-e-s, sir." "Well, it just occurs to me that we might have two articles instead of one. You can go'long." "Eh?" "Yes. I'll .send him word to get a parachute too. He'll do tho sailing and you do the jumping."—Good News. Meant iu liimlin-.s*. A policeman had told two old va-gs sitting on a bench in Union square to move on, and as I followed them toward Fourteenth street one of them said to the other: "Jim, I think he means us kindly." "Yes, I think lie do." "He knows that we'd be apt to sit there until we got a chill, and then pneumonia and death might follow." "That's it." "Whereas, if he tells us to move on we keep our blood circulating, avoid all danger and are spared to our friends and the world." "That's correct." "Which is very kindly of him indeed, Jim, and if it so happens that we meet him again we'll impress it on his mind that we know how to feel grateful, even if we bean't high toned nor rich."—New York World. An Unpleasant Change. Mrs. Tourist—Well, here we are, back in the old flat. Mr. Tourist—Y-e-s, we'll have to settle down and be nobodies for another six months.—New York Weekly. The 1'edasogue's Wooing. The pedagogue among his pupils had A maiden fair. He loved her; who would not? Her eyes were soft, And turned to his with saucy glance full oft; Aud when his tiresome Latin put her out Her pretty lips were all too prone to pout; Ho longed to kiss them—love had made him But did not dare. One mom Ue mot her on the way to school, Tho hour was late; gut wait ho would uot. could not. Thus ae sighed: "Sweet maid, I prltb.ee, be my beauteous bride! Already hast tUou marked, 1401- need 1 tell, That I have loved thoo long aud passing well; Nor time nor absence can my pas-siou. cool; Let's conjugate!" "All." with ai'cb. modesty replied this fair, "That would be line; But 'tis impossible, for, as them kuow'st, firpgll stock of learning can tky pupil boost. "*Tije first declension now ah^urlw my tUougl»U - Tfee verb I liave uoj; yet at ajjl b»en taught, all I may d*ro

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