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fUimonros Department. A Friendly Tip.?The doctor was a widower, and he had begun to call pretty frequently upon a charming: neighbor, who, as it happened, was vastly admired by the doctor's eightyear-old son. For some time the little fellow showed signs of growing worry, and finally on a Saturday afternoon, while he himself was visiting the young lady, he put his feelings into words. I "Are you sick at all, Miss Mary?" he questioned. "Why, no, Bobby. I am very well, indeed." she responded cheerfully. "Well, the little fellow said with a Big-h, "I hate to bust up pop's game, but I can't stand to have him run up a bill on you. Pop visits you most every day, and I guess you didn't know that he charges folks three dollars for ever# visit." f Get Out!?The office' boy and his grandmother funeral always were subjects for jest But when the ball game is brought Into the affair to make a jokable trio, it gets rather unnerving. Anyway, this particular strippling, having filled the "in" tray and emptied the "out." said to the chief: "Sir, I would like to go to a funeral this afternoon." The chief replied heartlessly: "Oh. you would, would you? Well, you won't.' Tha boy, with all hopes gone of seeing the game, resignedly murmured: 'No, sir, 1 know I won't but 1 would like to, all the same.' There was something so tragic and appealing in the lad's voice that the chief couldn't resist asking: "Whose funeral?" ^Said the boy: "Your's sir." Exit. His Deplorable Condition. ? "I'm powerful afeared l^iid Juckett is going crazy!" said a citizen of Sandy Mush, Arkansas. "While me and him was out hunting1 yesterday he somehow or nuther shot his best dog. When he stood over the pore dead vnrmlnt, instead of yelling and raring about his luok, all he done was to say, Tut: . tut!' "Either his mind is failing or els? he's flggering on leaving the grand old Democratic party and J'lning the Republicans. Them cusses don't keer no more for a dog than they do for a brother-in-law." \ ? ? A Lost Vote.?"Yes, sir," beamed and boomed the candidate for office, "I wouldn't take anything for the fact that I grow up on a farm and became really informed in the only way there i t is on matters pertaining to the agricultural interests. There are certain things the city-bred man can never comprehend. I hope the farmer vole will realize that fact on election day. So long, my friend. That's a fine field of wheat you have just heading out there." "Yep," said the farmer soberly, "there isn't a better piece of oats in this township than those are." Too Sudden.?Little Mary came into the house bedraggled and weeping. "My goodness," cried her mother; "what a sight you are! How did it happen?" "I am s-aorry. mama, but I fell into a mud-puddje." "What! with your ??est new dress on ?" "Y-y-ves, I didn't have' time to change it."?Central Wesleyan Star. Ah!?The editor was surveying a t oununer landscape. "Season of mists and mellow fruit fulness," he mused, "close bosom friend of the nurturing sun!" "But." said .a friend, "wasn't that s written about autumn?" "Yes, yea," replied the editor) "bui we go to press four months in advance, you know." Their Identity.?"Here, here!" thundered Constable Slackputter, of Petunia, to the spectators gathered to witness a fight. "This has got to stop! Who's them villains, anyhow?" "The gent underneath is one that owned a secondhand Hootin' Nancy car," responded an innocent bystander, "and the gent on top is the one that he sold it to." Ain't It So??According to an old j darky manfmy who had passed all her j days in New Orleans, the mosquito is J a. scheming; treacherous fly. "Here he j comes," she says, "close to you. sighin ' lovin,' and gentle-like, 'Cousin, cousin.' j "But jest as soon as he's got a good i meal, he ain't got no more use for you than pisen. Then he flirts his ugly, skinny old head and sails away singing,' "'no kin, no kin, no kin.'" Exposing Him.?"Consarn if," snarled old Austin Ake, "that 'ere infernal stuff my son-in-law recommended for my rhumatis' didn't do me a dratted hit of good. And, by gorry, I knew all the time that 'twouldn't!" "Then what in Are did you take it for?" asked Riley Ilezzidew. "To prove to the confounded ninny that he had no sense, just as 1 vc been telling him all along!" One Way.?They had completed a | high haystack when the new hired man who was on top of it shouted: "Say. boss, how am 1 goin' to get down off this?" After considering the situation for a moment the farmer replied: "Just shut your eyes and walk round a bit." Identifying It.?"Gran'pop." asked little Enoch, "what's a quartette " | "A quartette. Enie," replied old Farmer Benbacker, "is generally romposed of foiVr real sironp young meii who ought to he in the harvest field." men Put now he meant to propose, for ho knew that Miss Littleford Intended going home for a visit?and he knew that when she went home she would see Carlyle Dale. The trnth was* of course, that Miss Littleford was going to Tennessee to attend the October term of court at Cartersvllle. It was a little after the middle of a bright afternoon. He found her sitting on an Iron settee In a secluded corner of the lawn, where cape Jessamines and Jilac bushes gretf In orderly array. She wore a light wrap, and there was an easy-to-read book In her hands; but she wasn't trying to read at the moment. He bared his head, greeted her pleasantly, and asked permission to sit down beside her. She looked up at him. He was immaculately dressed. "Of course," she granted with a smile that was very winsome. He stated his mission briefly, for Mrs. Dale might appear at any minute. "I came, Elizabeth, to ask you to marry me." She sat as still as though she had not heard. went on hastily: "I confess that I'm a llttlef ashamed of trying to take you away from Ctfrlyle Dale, for he was always very nice to me. But I mny be forgiven for that, I think, because i care for you a great deal. Anyway?'All Is fair in love and war*?you know." His voice was hardly businesslike, but it lacked original fire. Elizabeth Uttleford cl06ed the book In her lap, and lifted her clear brown eyes to his eager face. "No." she disagreed, "all ain't?Isn't fulr In love and war. That'tf one o' the very silliest sayin's I've ever heard. As for the other?I like you. Jimmy, but not In the way you want me to. It's Bill Dale thtrt I like?In that way, Jimmy." Fayne looked disappointed. He was silent. "You're a good boy, Jimmy," she went on, "and I hate to make you feel the least bit had. It makes me? oh, Jimmy, It makes me blue. I wish you hadn't asked me. I'm sure you'll find some better girl than me?than I ?for a wife." "There is no better girl than you, Elizabeth, I'm going to wait?and hope." _ x He took up one of her hands and kissed it, rose and went toward the There Is No Better Girl Than You, Elizabeth. I'm Going to Wait, and Hope." street. Before he had gone a minute, she rose, hT face a little pale, and stared after him, sorely ten" ted?for Fayne's money could bring her people out of their long night of ighorance! Well, If she didu't ruarry Bill Dale ?and she feared that she wouldn't? she would marry Jimmy Fayne, If he still wanted her?if he would agree to help her people. After all, it wusn't so much to give. What was one poor little, unhappy human life? It was late, that night, when-Kllzabeth Littleford went to sleep. And when at last she slept, she dreamed of walking through a fragrant green meadow with Bill Dale. There was the low humming of wild bees about the purple crowns of the lronweed and the scarlet bloom of the clover; there was the mating call of the partridge, and the lovelorn coo of a dove. . , . CHAPTER XV. T ried. Two days before I5I11 Dale was tided in court at Cartersville. the new Elizabeth LIttleford aliphted from an afternoon train at the Halfway switch. She j was dressed iti a smart and neally1 flttlnB_su.it of dark blue, with Jacey UtSBal 'Vy by Jajwlmrg^Liebe Tfbicb'/fb'Attc till rlfwin Mve^joU f Kt by Doubltda/ , PoftlTwb. white at her tnroat and at her wrists'; she wore a hat of dark blue relieved by a touch of white. In one of her i strong and well-shaped, gloved hands I she carried a traveling bag of blacklent her. A big and sunburned young man th I boots and corduroys hastened to her. ' He raised his broad-rlmmed hat. smiled, took the bag. and pressed her | hand as though he was very glad to see her. "Bill Dale!" she cried Joyously above the roar of the passing train. "Bill Dale, It's youl" "Sure, i'.'s me!" laughed Dale. "How good y:,d look I I cau hardly believe It's you." "But It Is," she smiled. "Tell me: what do you think tne outcome o' youe trial Is going to be7" Dale noted that her English had Im; proved, and It was gratifying to him. j As for the trial? "1 don't know," he said. "But Ma| Jor Bradley thinks I'll'come clear. He believes that somebody that was hldI den on the inoutalnslde above us shot ! Ball to save me. By Heck hinted t^inr he knew that tills was the case; and he intimated that I would stand a better chance of acquittal than anybody else would stand, and that If I received a sentence the right man would come forward tilth a confession. 1 have nn idea that By Ileck himself killed Aflnm Rail?that Is. If I I didn't do It" * "And Cole Moreland?wasn't It fine for him to do *vhnt he done for you. Rill Dale? flow1 a re you gettlc' along with the mine?" "First rate." Dale answered, brightening at once. "We're shipping now. And we're getting a smashing price for every ounce of It." "I see," said the young woman. He went on: j "All of the boys and girls of the | Morelands, except the very little ones. are In school at Cartersville, and : they're learning fust. When our borrowed capital Is paid badk. the Moreland families are going to buy farms , ! lying ne*r Cartersvllle and go to them. A big lowland farm close to good schools and a good yttle town?well. ..(here are worse places on earth Pity poor David Moreland can't know abou' litl IU~ "I'd say I" She hung her head. She was thinking, as she hnd so often thought before, of her own benighted people. "And the Llttlefords?" she mur- . mured. It hnd slipped past her lips, j Dnle and the Morelands owed the Lit- j tlcfords nothing. Dale understood, and he gave her j a sympathetic glance. "A few of the bo.v and girls of t ie I Llttlefords are going to school In Ct.r- ! tersville, perhaps one from each family," he told her. "It Is rather expensive, yon know, on account of the hoarding, and they can't afford to send all their children. However, I think?ultimately?your people will have their chance for education, too." "But It won't do much good to educate one out o' each family," said Elizabeth. "Thpy'd come straight bnck here when they got through with their arhnnllfi' and soon fo'eit?I mean for- , get!?It all. If they nifike their learn In' pay 'em anything, they'll have to stay where they can use It." She began to stare absently toward 1 her well-shod feet. "Are you ready. jo_go?" Da]e asked (To be Continued.) TRADE WITH US Wc have the coolest place i in town. See US for? Ice CreamPure Fruit DrinksFine Stationery? Engraved CardsToilet ArticlesTobaccos, Cigars, Etc. Mackorell Drug Co. tho Pniirf Hnuse ? 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