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HKP^BMOAH, ALOtmA, IOWA/ well this was told to the detective towlii* to whose provide Mr. Fitzgerald owes Ms e* this it can be gathered that the By FERGUS W. HUME. "la vattTthe crier of the court yelled, "Orderi" until be was red in the face. In rain the Judge threatened to commit all present for contempt of court-his voice being inaudible, It did not matter much-the enthusiasm could not be restrained, and it was five minutes before order was obtained. The ludee, having recovered his composure, delivered his judgment and discharged the prisoner in accordance with the verdict. Calton bad wou many cases, but it is questionable tf he hnd ever beard a verdict which gave him so much satisfaction as that which proclaimed Fil/gerald innocent. and sufficient to tempt another to com- mu, » murder In order to obtain them. Whyte, therefore, being dead, and hia murder escaped, the only way of discovering the secret which lies at the root of this tree of crime is to find out the history of the woman who died in the slum. Traced back for some vears, circumstances may be discovered which will reveal what these papers contained, and once that is found, we can confidently say that the murderer will soon be discovered. This is the only chance of find- Ing out the cause and the author of this mysterious murder; and if it fails, we fear the hansom cab tragedy will have to be relegated to the list of those undiscovered crimes, and the assassin of Whyte will have no other punishment than the remorse of his own conscience." Bal compiled, and brilliant flower bSdsVWill feit KetftU wttefi elm wfclftft of the lawn. &B« wanted Question of Sal, and did nrft fefld* how to do it. The moodinees and ifrltability of Brian bad troubled her very mufth of law, and, with the quick tastiaet of her sex, she ascribed it indirectly to th* Wwnaft who had died in the back slum. Aajtiotuji to share Ma troubles and lighten hia burden, ahedeter< mined to nsk Sal about thin riysterloua woman, and find out, if possible, what secret had been told to Brian, which affected him "la?/she said, after a short pause, turn-' na her clear gray eyes on the woman, "1 fO HOW US f HINQS Aft£ MOVING 8<9it*to* Vance Hack front the Holy land* A S*e* Society Jtettkg*-Tl»e Great arid Oaly M'tie* nwd 6tti«f <Sf6itt fltett -Hxyt »as Met. iCoftyriRhiv 1892, by Edgar W. Nye. j «, N. 0., January,—This has her teens, bti« hal • A xi «a gift of being able to cook " "Once 1 Went evtf to fcy & eft** » SS^ faSEy and bare a :P oor white justice of the- »««£ •'J knew that. God would save you." And Brian, stepping down from the dock a free man, passed through a crowd of congratulating friends to a small room off the court, where a woman was waiting for him —a woman who clung round his neck, and sobbed out: "My darling! My darling! I knew that God •would save you." CHAPTER XX. THE ARGDS GIVES ITS OPINION. The morning after the trial was concluded the following article in reference to the matter appeared in The Argus: "During the past three months we have frequently in our columns commented on the extraordinary case which is now so widely known as 'The Hansom Cab Tragedy.' We can safely say that it is the most remarkable case whi<?h has ever come under the notice of our criminal court, and the verdict given by the jury yesterday has enveloped the matter in a still deeper mystery. By a train of strange coincidences, Mr. Brian Fitzgerald, a young squatter, was suspected of having murdered Whyte, and had it not been for the timely appearance of the woman Rawlins, •who turned up at the eleventh hour, we feel . that a verdict of guilty would have been CHAPTER XXI. THREE MONTHS AFTERWARD. A hot December day, with a cloudless blue skv and a sun blazing down on the earth, clothed in all the beauty of summer garments. Such a description of snowy December must sound strange to English ears, and a hot Christmas day must strike them as being as fantastic as the play in a "Midsummer's Night Dream" did to Demetrius, when he remarked of it-. "This is hot ice and wondrous cold fire." But here in Australia is the realm of topsy turvydom, and many things, like dreams, go by contraries. The Prettlby homestead of Yabba Yallook station was a long low bouse, with no up stairs, and with a wide veranda running nearly round it. Cool green blinds were hung between the pillars to keep out the sun, and all along were scattered lounging chairs of basket work, with rugs, novels, empty soda bottles and all the other evidences that Mr. Frettlby's guests had been wise and stayed inside during the noonday heat. Madge was seated in one of these comfortable chairs, and divided her attention between the glowing beauty of the world outside, which she could see through a narrow slit in tbe blind, and a new novel from Mullen's lying open on her knee. She was not looking well, for the trial through which she had passed had been very great and had left its impress of sorrow on her beautiful face. In her eyes, too, usually so calm, there was a troubled look, as, lean- Ing her head upon her hands, she thought of the bitterness of the past year. After Brian's acquittal of tbe murder of Oliver Whyte she had been taken by her father up to the station, in the hope that it would restore hor to health. The mental strain which had been on her during the trial had nearly brought on an attack of brain fever but here, far from the excitement of town'life, in the quiet seclusion of the country, she had recovered her health, but not , her spirits. Women are more impressionable tbanmen,and it is perhaps for this reason that they ago quicker. A trouble which would pass lightly over a man leaves an indelible mark on a woman, both physically and mentally, and the terrible episode of Whyto's murder had changed Madge from a bright and merry girl into a grave and beautiful woman. And Brian, he also had undergone a change, for there were a few white hairs now amid his curly, chestnut tag her clear gray eyes want to ask you something. •• The other shivered and turned pale. "About—about that!" Madge nodded. She hesitated for a moment, and then flung herseff at the feet of her mistress. "I will tell you," she cried. "You have been kind to me, an* have a right to know. 1 will tell you all I know." "Then," jasked Madge, firmly, as she clasped her hands tightly together, "who was this woman whom Mr. Fitzgerald went to see, and where did she come froinP' "Gran 1 an 1 me found her one evenin' in Little Bourke street," answered 8al, "Just near the theatre. She was quite drunk an we took ber home with us." "How kind of you," said Madge "Oh, it wasn't that," replied the other dryly. "Gran 1 wanted her clothes; she was awful swell dressed." "And she took the clothes—how wicked]" "Any one would have done it down our way," 'answered Sal, indifferently; "but Gran'changed her mind whoi. she got her home. 1 went out to get some gin for Gran, and when 1 came back she was huggin' and kissin' the woman." "She recognized her?" "Yes, 1 s'pose so," replied Sal, "an. next morniii', when tbe lady got square, she made a grab at Gran', an 1 hollered out, 'I was comin' to see you.'" "And then?" "Gran 1 chucked me out of the room, an 1 they had a long jaw; and then, when i come back, Gran' tells ma the lady is a-goin 1 to stay with us 'cause she was ill, and sent me for Mr. Whyte." fXO'l" * »»JMWMf »»• •—-.7 — |T - been a very gentle and balmy winter for the native tar heeler as well as the Cape Cod asthmatic and bronchial wheezet from the frozen home of the abolitionist who may have been spending the season here. Tropical growths are getting along first rate here if kept indoors, and such subtropical vegetation as the John pine, the jonquil and the horseradish are growing in the open air. Senator Zebulon B.Vance has returned from the Holy Land with a new story picked up on the Sea of Galilee. It is a corker. Senator Vance is looking well and returns to his senatorial labors with renewed vigor and a traveled air which we North Carolina people alone lack to make us shine. He says that Baireuth is pronounced tot enough left over each nteal tot an aged mother who haa been again recently blessed with twins. It' is ft joy indeed to the kind old heart of Pefttl'a widowed mother to know in her declining yeafs that hef daughter will look Out for her, Filial foVe among people of maderate means is always a grateful sight. . She wore a fur trimmed street dress like one her mistress at Coxsackie wore lust before Pearl left there. J » » * * » * I had occasion to meet my friend Mr. Franz Eber, of the Lilliputian company, a short time ago. He ia about the size of the dividend hung on the Christmas StU*6 LUUl* <* V ^JH,«*v« v-*. J^— J •- YT LlllrtP ui.*i».- — -- - given and au innocent man would havesuf- lockS) am i bis character, from being gay ana fered punishment for the crime of another, bright, had become moody and irritable. Fortmiatcly for the prisoner, and for the in- | After t h e trial he had left town immediately, terests of justice, his counsel, Mr. Calton, by unwearied diligence, was able to discover the last witness and prove an alibi. Had it not been for this, hi spite of the remarks made by the learned counsel in his brilliant speech yesterday, which resulted in the acquittal of the, prisoner, we question very much if the rest of the evidence in favor of the accused would have been sufficient to persuade the iiu-y that he was an innocent man. The only points in favor of Mr. Fitzgerald wero the inability of the cabman Roystou to swear to him.as "the man who had got into the cab with Whyte, the wearing of a diamond ring on the forefinger of the right baud (whereoj Mr Fitzgerald wears no rings), and' tbe difference in time sworn to by the cabman Rankin and tho landlady. Against these points, however, the prosecution placed a mass of evidence, which seemed to conclusively prove tbe guilt of the prisoner; but the appearance of Sal Rawlins in the witness boxpiit an end to all doubt. In language that could not bo mistaken for anything else than the truth, she positively swore that Mr. Fitzgerald wits in one ot the slums off Bourke street between the hours of 1 and 2 on Friday morning, at which time the murder was comnutted. Under these circumstances, the jury unanimously agreed in the verdict, "Not guilty," and the prisoner was forthwith acquitted. \Ve have to congratulate bis counsel, Mr. Calton, for the able speech lie made for the defense, and also Mr. Fitzgerald, for his providential escape from a dishonorable and undeserved punishment. He leaves tbe court without a stain on his ch-wacter, and with the respect and sympathy of all Australians, for the courage and di°iiity with which he comported himself throughout, while resting under the shadow of such a serious charge. "But now that it has been conclusively proved that be is innocent, the question arises in everyone's mind. 'Who is tho murderer of Oliver" Whyta?' Thu man \vho committed tbiadastardly crime is still at large, and, for all we know, may lie in our midst. "Tliero so>eius to be HO possible claw discoverable at ptvsetit u-liich CUD lead to the discovery of the ival murderer. Tho man in thalight coat who got out of Kanlziii's cab at Powlett street, East Melbourne (designedly, as it now appears, in order to throw suspicion on Fitzgerald), has vanished as completely as the witohes i:> 'Mac-ooth.' and left no trace bphin.i it was a oVJoi-U in the morning when he left the cab, au.i. in a quiet suburb like East Melbourne, no one would be about, so ttaat be could easily escape unseen. There seems to be only one chance of ever tracing him, and that is to he found in the papers •which were stolen from the pocket of the dead man. Vi'hai they were, only two per eons knew, ami one knows now. The first tw-owere Whvtu and the woman who was called 'The Queen,'and both of them are now deai. The other \vno knows now is the man <wb»committed the crime. There can be no idoObtin the minds of our readers that these papers were the motive of the crime, as no money was takan from the pockets of the deceased. Tbe fact, also, that the papers wer« 'carried in a pocket made inside the waist- coafc of the deceased showa that they were of in order to avoid meeting with his friends, and had gone up to his station, which was next to that of the Prettlbys. There ho worked hard all day, and smoked hard all ni-ht, thinking over the cursed secret which the dead woman had told him, and which threatened to overshadow his life. Every now and then he rode over and saw Madge, but only when ho knew ber father was away in Melbourne, for he seemed to have taken dislike to the millionaire, which Madge could not help condemning as unjust, remembering bow ber father had stood beside him in his trouble. But there was another reason why Brian kept aloof from Yabba Yallook station, and that was he did not wish to meet any of the gay society which was there, knowing that since his trial he was an obiect of curiosity and sympathy to every one-a position which was very galling to his proud nature. At Christmas time Mr. Fret>- tlby had asked a lot of people up from Mel- --uu, j.«r-v»».., said-Sal "He kicked up a row when he first turned up, but when he found she was ill. sent, a doctor: but it warn't no good. She was two weeks with us, and then died the mornln'she saw Mr. Fitzgerald." "I suppose Mr. Whyte was in the habit of talking to this woman?' "Lots," returned Sal; "but he always turned Gran' an' 1 out of the room afore he started." "And"—hesitating—"did you ever overbear one of these conversations?" "Yes—one," answered the other, with a nod. "1 got riled at the way he cleared us out of our room; and once, when he shut the door and Gran'went off to get some gin, 1 sat down at the door and listened. He wanted her to give up some papers, and she wouldn't. She said she'd die first. But at last he got 'em, and took 'em away with "Did you see them?" asked Madge, as the assertion of Oorby that Whyte had been murdered for certain papers flashed across he "RatbeV," said Sal; "I was looking through a hole in the door, an' she takes'em from under her piller, an"e takes'em to a table, where the candle was, an' looks at 'em—they were in a large blue envelope, with writing on it in red ink—then he puts 'em in bis pocket, and she sings out: 'You'll lose 'em,' an 1 'e Byroit. Senator Vance was there during tne Wagner imbroglio. 1 do not know wbat an imbroglio is. but 1 think it was that. He told several stories illustrative of American humor while at Byroit. and. as 1 understood it, interspersed between the Wagner selections. They were not well received. He told an anecdote of ex-Governor Hoard's, of Wisconsin, regarding an experience he had while in the army. After a forced march of eight weeks during which the brigade did not touch food, being anxious to close the war. they camped one night at a crossroads where it was found that in an old deserted tobacco warehouse there were secreted three barrels of sparkling, homemade. Dent corn Heidsick. grown on the place. The boys tried to get at it, but the officers saw at once that there would not be more than enough for themselves, and so placed a guard over the liquor. In the night tbe boys got into the basement of tbe warehouse with eight clean washtubs and an auger, and in the morning it was found that two of the barrels were empty and most of the brigade full. The following nigbt, after apollmans and family prayers, it was resolved to try and get the other barrel in order to soothe that vague unrest and one thing and another which one feels after an undue indulgence in spirituous, vinous, malt or fermented liquors. They did not know that the guard had put the third t* yuuA YT***WV tf «.«w-— - ~- -*-- f --- j r thirty miles away. He was ft plain* educated man, who used his toy writing and breathed hea,viiy ( <iu«w v ;«* ,r, mush kettle, while thtoldftg, ' £ »'; > "Opposed to me as counsel was ft tt»su '„• who had been admitted to the feftf, •!'-» had not. He was father pompoGa, MKt ;• hated to try a case before a country Jtt*» ^ tice, but he had to do it. HewaaROtM and cross, and while he was making M* r argument one of the children got afl ' acorn u» its nose and we had to fltop< and bore |f out with the iron worm on an old ramrod. That made counsel mad, and while he was making a dilatory motioh the Square picked a brier out of the palm of his hand with a Barlow knife and overruled it. "Then counsel got so hot that he forgot himself and said things to the court^ which ought to have remained forever unsaid. After that the court got angry and threatened to commit counsel for contempt. Counsel allowed that the- court did not know enough to draw the mittimus. " 'All right, 1 will 8lu>w you," says the- court, and thereupon he bit off a piece 1 ' of tobacco about the size of a prayer book and took down a large, fat volume' of forms for justices of the peace weighing about nine pounds and smelling of pork gravy and childhood. ( "He wrote on and on tfll dinner time. Then he glared at the 1 man he was engaged in committing and ate the undemonstrative corn dodger with him<, meantime. "1 didn't mind the bitterness between the court and counsel, for it was all good for my side. After dinner the Square rolled up one corner of the oilcloth tablecloth and went on with the. mittimus. All that afternoon, with bulging eye and wet brow, while opposing counsel sat and smoked under the MKKT1NO THK GREAT EBEB. ^ shadow of t he COttonWOOd, the tree for me this year by Russell Sage, broiling gentleman on the superheated and yet is twenty-three years of age, a woolBack pa i n fully wrote on. . good comedian and pleasing after din- «ioward twilight, as the frogs in the ner speaker. hollow smote" the soft and echoless. He has the air, though, of a successful _ loainin g ^th their metallic song, thfr actor, and the amount of dignity he has * ourt cloged with the mial « w hereof fail, considering the small place he has to. not at your peril,'and the commitment drape it over makes me laugh, for 1 am a great hand to notice things that make a deep impression on me. He did not seem to unbend, 1 thought, so much as he ought, considering that crowned heads have rested on this bosom, such as it is, and that dynasties a 1*1 "] "a •€ I I bourne, and though Madge would rather have been left alone, yet she could not refuse hor father, and had to play hostess with a smiling brow and aching heart. Felix Rolleston, who a month since joined the noble I army of benedicts, was there with Mrs. Hol- leston. who ruled him with a rod of iron. says- 'No,'I'll always have'em with me, an' if 'e wants 'em 'e'll have to kill me fust afore he gits'em.'" "And yon did not know who the man was to whom the papers were of such impor- an "No, I didn't; they never said no names." "And when was it Whyte got tbe papers?" "About a week before he was murdered,' said Sal after a moment's thought "An 1 after that ho never turned up again, bbe kept watching for him night an' day, an 'cause he didn't come got mad at him. I hear ber sayin', 'You think you've done with me, my gentleman, an' leaves me here to die, but I'll spoil your little game,' an' then she wrote that letter to Mr. Fitzgerald and I bromrbt him to her, as you know." "Yes, yes," said Madge, rather impatiently. "I heard all that at the trial, but what conversation passed between Mr. Fitzgerald and this woman} Did vou bear it?" "Bits of it," replied the other. "1 didn't barrel on two sawborses a foot above their auger's utmost scope. All night they bored holes into the nocturnal bosoui of the scooting hours, all unmindful that the guard slept by the barrel in a new place on the floor. Toward inorniug trovernor Hoard took the auger with a heavy heart and bored a new hole in the bosom of the night. He did not strike what he sought, but there was a wild shriek from above, and when the governor pulled the auger out be found on it the fragment of a gray leston, — . Having bought Felix with her money, sue had determined to make good use of him, and being ambitious to shine in Melbourne society, had insisted upon Felix studying politics, so that when the next general election came around ho could enter parliament. Felix hud rebelled at first, but ultimately gave way, as he found that when be had a good novel concealed among bis parliamentary papers time passed quite pleasantly, and La got the reputation of a hard worker at little cost. They had brought up Jub'a, Rolloston's sister, with them, and her mind Mrs. this young person had made up to l&oome the second Mrs. Frettlby. bhe bad not received much encouragement, but, like the English at Waterloo, did not know when she was beaten, and carried on the sie"-o of Mr. Frettlby's heart in an undaunted manner. Dr. Chinston had come up for a little relaxation, and never gave a thought to his anxious patients or the many sick rooms lie waa in tbe habit of visiting. A young English fellow, called Peterson, who amused himself by traveling, an old colonist, the old days, when. -» j "Now, the reason we think that the dead •woman knew of the existence of those papers is simply this: It appears that she came ou> from Eusjland with Whyte as his mistress, and aftej- staying some time in Sydney cain« on to Mflbourne. How she came into suob a foul and squalid den us that she died in, w» are unable to say, unless, seeing that she wan given to drink, she waa taken up drunk by gome Samaritan of the slums end carried to 'Mrs. Ha wlins' h umblo abode. VV hjte visited Jher.there irsqneutly, but appears to hav» •made no aU•.'!!):>: to remove uer to a better V4ace,.»Uegui'- r . us his reason, that the doctor Uidshe would die if taken into the air. Our •reporter teamed from one of the detective* #uMftl» 4ea4 woman was in tbe habit of talk- joe $o*5rfayt* abopt certain papew, and o» <m«> occasioa ffW overuear4 to say *o amu: full of reminiscence of "by gad, sir, we badn't a gas lamp in the whole of Melbourne," and several other people completed the party. They had all gone off to the billiard room, and left Madge in her comfortable chair, half asleep. Suddenly, she started as she heard a step behind her, and turning, saw Sal Kawltns, in the neatest of black gowns, with a coquettish white cap and apron, and an open book. I he fact is Madge had been so delighted with Sal for saving Brian's life that she bad taken her into her service as maid. Mr. Frettlby bad offered strong opposition at first that a fallen woman like Sal should be near bis daughter; but Madge determined to rescue the unhappy girl from the life of sin she was leading, and BO at last be reluctantly consented. Brian, too, had objected, but ultimately yielded, aa he saw that Madge had set her heart on it. Mother Guttersnipe objected at first, characterizing the whole affair blarsted 'umbug," but she, likewise, gave in and Sal became maid to Miss Frettlby. who immediately set to work to remedy Sal's defective education by teaching ber to read. The book she held in ber hand was a spelling book, and this she banded to Madge. "I think i knows it now, miss," she said, respectfully, as Madge looked up with a split in court, 'cause I thought the lawyer would be down on me for listening. The fust thing I beard Mr. Fitzgerald sayin' was, 'You're mad—it ain't true,' an' she ses, 'b elp me God, it is; Whyto's got the proof, 1 an' then he sings out. 'My poor girl,' an 1 she ses, 'Will you marry her now* 1 and ses he, I will; 1 love her more than ever, 1 and then she I makes a grab at him, and ses, 'Spile his game if you can, 1 and ses he, 'What's yer name? an' she ses" "What?" asked Madge, breathlessly. "Rosanna Moorel" There was a sharp exclamation as Sal sain the name, and turning around quickly Madp found Brian standing beside her, pale as death, with his eyes fixed on the woman, who had risen to her feet. "Go on I" he said sharply. "That's all i know," she replied in a sullen tone. Brian gave a sigh of relief. "You can go," he said, slowly; "I wish Co (peak with Miss Frettlby alone." . 6al loohed at him for a moment, and then at her mistress, who nodded to her lit withdraw Bhe army shirt and a birthmark. Leaving the eight new tubs where they were, also over 400.000 new auger holes that had never been used; they all went O TTTJl *f Senator Vance told it hotter than 1 have, but when he got through the German friend of Vogner said: ••Urn—yah! Vot kain of a story vas "That is u humorous story. That is American humor." "No, my train; oxcoose me.^ Dot vas not yoornar; dot vas a tarn lie." Senator Vauce will, during this session, move the passage of an act author- iain" the city of New York to buy the street bonds of the city of Asheville. The city has been authorized of course Bouie time ago to sell, but New York has not bought the bonds, no doubt feeling some hesitation without congressional authority, but this will be soon remedied by act of the national legislature and all will be well. The colored people of Asheville each year celebrate on the 1st of January their emancipation from slavery. They walked dfe a sign that slie mi., picket! up ber hook, and with another sharp inquiring look at Brian, turned and alowly into the tiouse. (To be Continued.) It is an establish d fact that Do Witt's Little Early Risers have an enormous sale, and why ? Simply because they are plwsant in taking and.bappy in results. A pill for tbe multitude. Dr. L. A. Sheetz. What consolation has a homely young girl? She will be a "pretty old one," if she lives long enough. have staid all night at our house. After 1 had gone the owner of the theater said to him reproachfully: "That was Mr. Nye, the great American humorous writer, Mr. Eber. Did uuumjw you.understaud the name fully .when J te sa id: introduced you?" -• -rm... "Yes." said Mr. Eber, with a rising inflection, as he sat down on the chimney of a footlight. "I ting 1 haff heered off him." 1 do not say this to hurt Eber, for he is too great a man to be hurt by newspaper criticism, but why in heavens name cannot people of prominence get along smoothly together? I think we should stand by.each other. Ten years ago 1 met the two headed girl for the first time, and while the meeting was not effusive, it was cordial. 1 have also met the Prince of Wales and Sitting Bull, and there was no coldness, no professional jealousy between us. 1 also once met Joseph Cook, who was on his way to his regular work repairing and editing some of the works of God, and even be was kindly and almost sweet to me. So 1 say that people of prominence should play into one another's hands. * - * * * * * Reminiscences of Senator Plumb are so plenty since his death that 1 venture to call up one of the incidents of his early experience. We had been running around over the Capitol, looking at whatever was curious in the way of memoranda sent in to congress by the presidents, like appointments, etc.—some in pencil on manilla paper containing a whole cabinet perhaps, but as informal as a list of vegetables for your cook to order for over Sunday, then others would be stiff and formal, like George Washington engaged in takingthe thirty- third degree in Masonry. We had looked over and commented on all these things, swapped ban motx with Senator Ingalls, greatly to our own advantage, for Senator Plumb was never remarkable *"" was duly drawn. "Looking over earnestly at it and leaning on the shoulder of the court, lean still see the calm, pale face of counsel as he looked searchingly over the still wet and fragrant document. "Then firmly and deftly upsetting.the- big, quart ink bottle over the mighty legal masterpiece, and thereby turning: loose upon the horrified night a fragrance so able, so durable and .so pronounced that you could tie horses to it,. " 'There, you overgrown mushratt' You shapeless .paunch of justice without its brains; you overgrown and fungus error on the face of nature; you. old he mud hen of the swamps; you malarial old intellectual wart on the- brow of creation, by the time you canr go down on the bottoms and gather your maple bark and bring it home and boil it, and put the caustic fragrance into it for another quart of ink, I will be in another county; and by the time you can; draw another mittimus I will be in mo^ any other state which I may select. " '1 now bid you adieu, Cauliflo AM revoir, old Polypus on the mem' brane of nature, blight upon the great! job of creation, farewell.'" -1 He then kicked the old mother dogl across the kitchen and strode fiercely^ down the child bordered pathway. for his repartee, and as a bright and ready liullet Proof. A couple of Germans in the dumpS-1 were sitting in a New York restaurant-) 1 bewailing the state of things in America,} Suddenly a stylishly dressed gentleman!! addressed one of the Germans as fol<-] lows: . . "Sir, you have just been vilifying myl country. 1 challenge you to fight." The German was quite taken abaoJc,,! but accepted the challenge. The .duel- ] ists and their, seconds met at the appointed time and place. The American t fired and missed. The German took de-/ liberate aim at the heart of the Yankee,, and his shot took effect; but instead off dropping to the ground, the Amenoart unbuttoned his coat and displayed t^ "Do you, indeedr said Madge, gayly- "You will be able to read in no time, Sal" "Bead tbisP said Bal, touching "Tristan; A Romance, by Zoe." "Hardjyl" said Madge, picking it up with a took of contempt. "1 want you to learn English, JWM> not» confusion of tongue* uk« £9* W9 too tot to do l$fWM». , leaping back i» her seat, "Oh! how dreadfully yellow and greasy my face is getting." Say do you know tbis is all caused by a disordered liver, and that your skin can bo changed from a dark greasy yellow to a transparent white by tbe use of Beggs' Blood Purifier and Blood Maker? Every bottle guar anteed by F. W. Dingley. What did Jack Frost say when be proposed to tbe rose-bud? "Wilt thou," and it wilted. Ignorance of the merits pf Pe Witt's Little JJarJy Bisera isa misf^tlWB*- little pks regulate the li?e CUM> THK COU>RE1> PAUA.DE. parade on the street in strange costumes, and many of them improve their appearance by wearing false faces of a repulsive character. This year the procession was quite, large and embraced many of our haut tomie.it colored people. Mr. Plum Levi. the barber of the old ichool who shaved me five years ago and still points with pride to the gory towel which be used on me. was in the procession. He wore a pink mask and a, inantte made of two large perforated rubber doormats. Bis fee* W f5 e in * cased in easy and commodious suppers, uaoh made from the pelt of a dead colt. Flotsam (iarside wore a navy blus (Jcmmo with kitted JW w4 ^ 80 +" bon motter 1 could never make wages, being slow of thought and possessing rather a profound mind—not of course the profundity noticed in fresh, young, newly matriculated asshood, but a depth which is slowly stirred, shadowed over with an earnest gloom. ~We then went up into the gallery and for an hour or two forgot our own greatness; tbe senate chamber faded away on tbe drowsy, buzzing wings of the motion to refer to the committee on rules; the hot, Turkish bath air which is used to sprout tbe senatorial thought lulled us to talf forgetfulness and hushed the pop of the committee's report. For the time we were back again in tbe far west, with widening miles between us and the chaste refinement of Senator Hoar; with billowing, breezy states between us and the classic His- oock. the deep, appealing ayes of Cameron and the Roman noes of Edmunds; we were again sitting astride the waspy cayuse or returning hurriedly to camp, where kind hands again pulled out the arrow of the savage and told, us bow the place looked to one who could get around there and see for himself. How kind hands could tell tbis to one {leave the ready and versatile reader to figure ou$- . «, • ^We used to make our writing m& w the Wly days where 1 lived," eajd Mr. of maple bark, which was white shield with the following inscrip- y ' tion in gold letters: tj "The firm of Green & Co., H— •*• street, beg to call the attention of duelists to their new patent breastplates," —Handelszeitung. Pleased Him, Ida—Did you see my father? Walter-Yes, I told him Itta4« to ask him for the greatest wessing young man could ask—bin hand. "Xnd wbat did he say?" "He seemed very much pleased he was afraid at first I wanted to bQT?<y come money,"—Oomic. in- Uttle C*ir! (fc & boy who abusing her brot&er)-- Why plsk out a feller o'yer. owe

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