Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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A DANGEROUS CARGO ?AILING SHIP LOADED WITH IN? DIA* WILD ANIMALS. Arne rod Monkey Lived In the Rigging Fierce Hyena Broke Loose on Another Vessel and Could Not Be Found. That wlli animals shipped across the see sometimes get loose on the voyage appears from the case of an ?agllsh Sealer who came over from India to England with ten thousand dollar* worth of animals aboard s ?ailing ship An Indies badger was loose for two nxs and a specimen of the sacred ikey of Northern India for nearly Use whole voyage. Where the badger concealed Itself during the day no? body knew, but the meet and boiled rice thai were pat out for It st night always disappeared before morning The monks? lived ap In the rigging tortably enough, notwithstanding feet of chain hinging to Its neck. was pat oat for It every ntght. by day It sails bed Its hanger by ententn* and eating the potatoes that the bailors amused th erase! v^a by thro whig to It. A more deagarorjs eaperieoce was so* In which a hyena broke loose on board a ship going to London from Sao Persian Oalf. The captain or? dered the shooting of the animal, but when It came to executing the order the hyena could not be found. Naturally everybody on board was ?sore or less nervous, especially st night It was decided to keep the hyena wall fed. and to this end food la plenty was loft in dark corners of the vessel. When the ship arrived in dock the ?eovedoree, hearing that a wild animal was at large upon her, hesitated ?boat beginning to unload. In this toy a telegram was sent to an dealer in wild beasts, asking aim to send sddltlonal men to capture Um hyena. As fate would hsvs It tnin dealer was away, snd the tele grass lay unopened until the next day. Ia the meantime the stevedores lent courage to begin and soon found snd captured the It was ta the hold sad was In spien- I 4M condition. How It came Into Its aiding place could never be explained. I Another unexplained my st err was the loss of a python. The dealer had esmaaloa to send nine pythons serosa gas continent. They sre usually sent sr threes in a sack, the sacks being pwt tu a large box and the lid nailed This time, however, they were loose In a box. dealer himself eaw nine put in, best only eight were there st the end of the Journey. The box wss pert ecu Mr tight, snd the python could not have got out It was never known happened, whether one iwal another and pythons are not to do this?or whether the box been tampered with Anyhow. ? snake 111 gone. A Prsetlcal Women. She wss s fair haired lady, an ac ? , ?as by profession, snd dainty withal. ; er head was covered by s concoction keeping with her general makeup. | Briefly th? headgear con listed of a rwl Ilk i foundation, from which pro ed plumes mounted on slender I tared into a theater, armed , n free pass, and took her seat In , he pit to witness the greet piece. Ashamed of Her Pomeranian; or. Kx rrom the Baronial Hall" An she viewed the stsge the felt see one tugging at her hut. She loftily and naughtily. , my hat annoy you?" she "riot st all/* replied her neighbor in the back row. The foot light, favorite thought for ? time. Then she fesred the !iad seen ungracious, and. like Dick Whit- I tiagton. she turned again. |l **Perhaps my plumes Interfere with yowr view?" she suggested, more ami a"? i "Oh. no. thank you." said the self pneseeeed young womsn. "I've bent i 'en. back!"?London Answers. Oautler s Csprlciout Writer. March 3. 1H62. In the evening, aft? er dinner, wo made our way to Theo philo Oautler, who was still dlnlr.g. though It was 9 o'clock. . . . Oau? tler displayed the merriment of n child, one of the chief charms of true Intellectual worth. They rose from the table and w? all paseed into the drawing room. . . . whereupon there was a ir?-n- ' era! request that Flaubert wo iM dance the "step of tho drawing room Idiot." He borrowed a coat, turned 1 up the (ollar. [ cannot say what hfl did to his hair, his face, and indeed his whole appearance, but suddenly he seemed transformed Into a for- 1 sa Ida hie caricature of Imbecility, (lau? tier, fllled with a wild desire to fol saw suit, took off his coat, and with beads of perspiration standing on his for ahead, began to tread with heavy the "measure of fh?> > rewJtOf," the evening was brought to a ?ease with h?h Stag song* and ?trange wild BfcStSdtSfl MSsSBd and Jules De Ooirourt. LftlSfl unl Join gaga The Wrr-V ?I bear a ?? i rhu go* \>\ \ if while your alls Tory N?M; I'm ??# glfl t know h ... i SB tee snd ho* w n*?raa l?w?*r All trains were running on slow WHEN SUSIE HAD GONE THEN THE SEWING CIRCLE IN THE OLD TOWN GOT BUSY. How the Actress' Costume Looked to the Woman Who Had Known Her When She Wss a Little Girl In Home Town. Since 8usle Drake had arrived In New York she had not had time to visit the folks at home In Four Cor? ners. She therefore planned, as soon as the company stopped for a one* night stand at Mudvllle Junction, Vt., to make the trip over to the Corners. 16 miles away, take a look at the old place, and let the old place have a look at a successful chorus lady with a two-line speaking part. Sure enough, the opportunity came, and Busle arrayed herself In the pur? ple and embroidered linen of her beat gown, doaned her Mme. Jeanette hat and Dressed 1' to Four Corners on the U:17 train. So soon as she got to her Ana* M shit Abel's, word was surreptl tftcvsly sent to a few chosen souls to haste them over If they wanted a squint at fresotte Drakeonl?-the erst? while Bunan Drake, whom Aunt Me htU>et had "raised." They came. Tita midday dinner was a grant aue eeea, and Susie hoarded the S;ll, feel? ing she had not only had a mighty good time herself, seeing the old friends of her childhood, taking a look at die general store where her child? ish tennles had been transformed Into fly-blown chocolate drops, and the pump In the sack yard where she had been made to wash her face, but that the had given Four Corners a real treat. She had. The sewing circle met later In the day, and out of the general huts this could be dis? tinguished : "Well, tor the land's sake, what do you think of MehltabeTs Sue?" Four sniffs followed with much dls ttnetlvenees. ' "I'd hate U) tell you what I thought." said Miss Skubhs In rancid accents. I "Or I," added Mrs. Flukins. "Hope I may die if I ever seen lush clothes on any person as waa , supposed to have money," from the doctor s wife. / "Ten. Mis' PUeon, you're right. She san't he dote' very well. Her hat came way down over her eyes, bain' to big In ihn crown that she was near lost in It And did yon sea the feather she had on K? A long, straggly thing with so onxf in it. And she was weeiin' a skirt made of such a little scrap of ?loth that it made* me sorry tor her. There wasn't even enough to make a eoner out of?her neok was all hare, with a wisp of laee tacked around It, and it's windy today, too. Why, she hadn't even a decent pair of shoes, poor girl. The ones she had on put me In mind of the slippers I made foe Joshua last Chrl< tmas Velvet, they waa. only Josh's had embroidery on them, and Susie's was Just plain vel? veteen. "I dot't see." added the speak sr with a puasled look, "why Susie, with all her pride, didn't wait till she was dorn' a little better 'fore she came back hero." Pinning Him Down. j In a little sequestered country town, where the court of Justice Is over the general store, and where the Judge Is an old, grissled farmer, thoroughly fa* miliar with pitching hay and milking cows, hut having n very limited knowl- I edge of the law, the prisoner had pleaded "Not guilty" to a charge of burglary. The lawyer for the prose cutlon was endeavoring to show the court that the accused was a man of low character. "What were you doing the night be? fore the robbery?" he questioned se? verely. "I ass play in' pinochle with Jed Parker and another feller," answered the prisoner evasively. "Ah, I thought so!" shouted the lawyer triumphantly. "Playing cards, and with that loafer, Jed Parker! Gambling and in bad company! But yo*? mention a third party, sir. Who was the other good-for-nothing?" The prisoner hesitated. "Answer me!" bellowed the lawyer. "Waal, sir. if ye must know," said the accused. "It was the Judge here." ?Judge's Library Too Much Favoritism. It is not always good to be the pet of the ladies. This Is the lesson that was learnt by little Archie, aged nine, and with a lace frill round his neck, at a children's plank Little A Fehle had long golden curls, and a velvet suit, and the ladles jus! loved him. Tea time canu, and thc\ all besieged him. Cakes they give him, and ices, and wafers, and tihOCO lates, and buns, and lemonade. They were most pressing, and Archie liked It. A little later, however. Archie want into a ?pilet cornet to think, and there. with one hand on his hand and one on his aasl . a da In i y lady found him. "Why, Archie, pet!" she oielalmed, "what's the. matter? Haven't you got. ill yog a ant?" "Yes, i ve got all I want, thanks," murmured '\nhle, ever polite, "but, pleune, 1 don't want all I've got." The Result. "What will hi the aflfoci of worn an's Hurrrnge?" ggkod ons resident of a great metropolis. "Well." replied tin* CABOT, 1 IBB* pose our political slates will occa? sionally tin ma l?' up at an b e ereani s??da eoontei Ini tend ol tl i bar" tine lloiidu) morning, orders to thai DUTCH COUNTRY LIFE WEEKLY CHEESE MARKET IS AN INTERESTING EVENT. luch Noise and ExcK>*ment Accom? pany the Trading?Quaint Customs and Costumes on Farms and in Fishing Districts. One of the recent consular reports is devoted to the Interesting features of quaini country Jife in Holland. HJext to cattle raising, It sayB, the dairy fur ulbnes the Netherlands' most Impor? tant agricultural products, especially fine butter and cheese. It la the cus? tom for farmers to come once a week on a fixed day Inte the nearest town with their peculiar shaped wagons filled with yellow cheese. Dutch cheese is dyed red on the outside only for export. The buyers generally make their appearance on the market about ten o'clock, and each sale Is conclud? ed by a special method of handshak? ing. The noise and excitement that prevail in these markets are not un? like the typical wheat pit of aa Amer? ican produce exchange. Edam, a few ?miles from Amsterdam, is poeslbiy the most important cheese center, and gives Its name to the produce of that section. In addition to tan cheese made on a small scale by Individuals, there are many large cheese factories throughout the Netherlands. Oil production by the farmers of the Netherlands In a small way, with "stampers." can be traced as far bedk as the seventeenth century. This primitive method was superseded by stones driven by wind power. Many of these small oil mills also had a I grain grinding equipment, and a num | ber of them are still in operation. The i modern oil Industry is centered ' around Zaandam. The total number i of oil mills in Holland, according to statistics for the year 1906, is 220, and these employ over 3,000 workmen. In the fishing districts and on the farms the old-time Dutch customs are still to be found. The quaint costume of the women, with the ancient head? dress and the full skirts, remains the pride of the Holland hulsvrouv (house? wife), and the men, with their wide, haggy trousers, are no less pictur? esque. The milkmaid, with her two milk cans, polished like silver and swung from a specially built shoulder yoke, Is a feature of the street scene In any village. The Pill City. 1 "Whatever a city makes more of than any other city makes, the Inhab? itants seem proud of," said a hotel clerk. "Even pine. 1 don't sen any? thing In pills particularly to appeal to orvle pride, but a guest who registered here yesterday did. In his hurry he forgot to write Ms residence after hts name. I said, 'Where from?' "'Why, sir.' he said. Tm from the pill city.' "'Pill city?' I wondered, for to my knowledge I had never made the ac? quaintance of that town. " 'Yes, sir.' said he. and then he wrote Detroit. "'Detroit.' said our guest, is the bead of the pill industry in this or any other country We make more pills In Detroit every year than in any other city In the world.' "I had heard many glories ascribed to Detroit, but here was a new source of distinction." The Answer Poilte. A woman was continually accusing her servant of extrsvsgance without an} real cause. The servant always bore this accusation patiently. On? day the servant Informed her mist/cps that the coal had all been consumed. This was followed by the usual remarks on the part of the mis? tress, who finished up by saying: "You evidently eat them." The next day the candles were all gone. "Candles gone!" said the mistress. Why 1 bought half a pound only a fortnight ago." "Oh. well," rejoined the servant, who could stand this sort ot thing no longer. "I can fell you where the candles have gone. 1 ate them, to groasS my throat so that I could swal? low the coal more conveniently."? Red Hen Memorial to Lewis Carroll. Speaking at a church bazaar at Llnndudno yesterday the rector an? nounced that it had been decided to place a memorial In the new church on the west shore to the late Lewis Carroll (Charles Latwldge Hodgson >, the author of Alice |n Wonderland." The place which Inspired the author ? n wit Inn a fen yards of the church, rind the local authorities were taking i si i that the spot should be saved for children to play there for all time."? London Daily Mail. Twenty Five Years Hence. We know not what will be the color "t the Journalism <>i 'he future, but ot thb we are assured: The casual read er picking up i newspaper 25 years from today Will bud a letter from an (?id subscriber, who writes In to asi< if an\ one can remember the words ot rha? old ROng, lias Any One Here Seen Kelly?" And, by the way. how many of the present generation could ?cvt lurtber than the chorus ol the great production If asked to write it OUt? Chicago News Natural Philos^pl y "Von fell a tree bj its in, .* don'* rour Yes ? Then bow i;> it that ? | water nan make nennt* stell*" effect having com* from headquar SHE SAVED A QUARTER! MRS. ARMES GOT RID OF THE SPURIOUS COIN. But the Poor Young 'Jirl Who Ao cepted Over the Counter was Forced to Pay the Penalty. Mrs. Armes handed $1.25 to the girl 1 I at the glove counter In payment for her purchase. "Even change," she sild. "Need I wait for the sales slip?" "Wo are not allowed to deliver the 1 package until the cashier sends beck | the voucher." the girl explained. "Here j It comes now." She caught the boa as It fell from j the tube, and pulled out the slip. A quarter fell out with it. The girl j glanced quickly at her customer. T am very sorry, but we cannot tske this quarter." she said. "It ie not j s good one." Mrs. Armes frowned. "Isn't that a 1 bother!" she exclaimed. "Of course I I hare not the remotest Idea where tt earns from. I shouldn't know the dtf | ferenoe. I wonder If my dimes see I counterfeit, too! It makes one feel ee > doubtful/' The dlmee and nickels, however, proved good, and a moment let er her i purchase was handed her. Mrs. Armes ' took It absently. Her mind wee still busy with that quarter. 'Tve got to get. rid of tt somehow,'* she reflected. *T can't afford to lose tt. ] 111 try the little corner store. 1*11 get some thread there." The little corner store was a tiny, ! j pathetic place, kept by an elderly j women whoee fsce showed how diffi? cult the struggle had been. She never had more than one assistant?always young and inexperienced. Today the girl was s new one. She sccepted Mrs. Armes' quarter without question, and i that lady, with a sigh of relief, hasti ly put her thread In her bag and left the store. Five minuses later Miss Earle hap? pened to go to the cash drawer, snd I hsr fingers touched the spurious coin; she drew It out st once. "See, Lucy, this Is a counterfeit," I she said, and she showed the girl how it differed In weight and "feel" and ring from e genuine coin. "You won't make such a mistake again. I'm sure." she went on. Tro sorry, bat I shall hsve to take this from your pay tonight. I can't afford to loss tt; my profits sre too small.' I The girTt face darkened. She made ! no protest, for ehe knew the mager profits of the shop, only?It seemed so i cruel! Twenty-five cents wea all that ehe wee allowed to keep out of her | scanty wages, aud this week she had been planning e tiny treat for Itt?e sick Isa's birthday, snd new-?the hot tears filled her eyee. i Bnt Mm. Armes hsd "saved" her quarter!?Youth's Companion. He Oot Fined Anyhow. In s sparsely settled region of West Virginia s motor car driver wss once hsled before a locsl magistrate upon the complaint of a constable. The magistrate, a good-natured man, was not, however, absolutely certain that the Washingtonian's car had been driv? en too fast, and the owner stoutly in? sisted that he had been progressing st the rate of only six miles sn hour. "Why, your honor." he estd. "my en gtaa was out of order, snd I wss going 1 very slowly because 1 was afraid tt i \ would break down completely. I give ! you my word, sir, you could have walked as fast ss I wss running." I "Well." ssld the magistrate, after due reflection, "you don't appear to have been exceeding the speed limit, but at the same time you must have been : guilty of something or you wouldn't bs here. I fine you |10 for loitering.' | Just a Sentimental Angora. Mrs. Moriarity owns a goat, for which she has a warm affection. All the neighbors regard Nann> p.s quite as much a member of the Moriarity family as its Michael or Kathleen. One fine morning Mrs. Rlordan ; came running across the street with her shawl over her head and said: "Mrs. Moriarity, what Is the matter wld Nanny? Is she sick. 1 seen her I l'anin' agp;n the corner of the house, and she was lookin' 111!" "The saints bless you. Mary Ann," replied Mrs. Moriarity. "Nanny ain't sick! She climbed up on the cinter tahle last night and ate the mistletoe, and it made her sentimental, that's nil!" Worthy of .Her Hire. A northern iady with philanthropic symptoms was living to instil a little ; economy into her husband's colored ! tenants, One of them. Mary Klnney, an antiracesulcldtst, kept a colored girl as nurse to her group of ten growing American citlsens. "Mary.'* remarked the lady, "do you | think a woman In your circumstances ran afford a nurso?" "i dunno to, as i kin, bul I don't pay her but "."? cents a month an1 I pays dal In ole elo'os, and,' with a wide smile, "she don't u? t dem." Lip plncott'a Magazine Baron Von Steuben's Grave. Th?' plot abOUl the grave ot Huron \> , Steuben, near Hemsen, Is covered with weeds and wild saplings, tii<> , monument Is defneed and needs point Inp and the little path that leads to the historic resting place ol all that is mortal ol the great R< volutlonary lead er bears neglected appearance Steps will be tal en to care for the grave.? ' 1 it vit, t. Herald ters, In order lessen ih< danger <?f Stringing Beans and Hearts By A. Maria Crawford i - I (Copyright, 1911, by Associated Literary Press.) Jeanette, stringing beans on the side pore I) of the farm house, heard an automobile stop at the road gale. She watched the big car as it came up the long shaded driveway. When it had almost reached the house she snatched a ruffled blue sunhonnet from the back of her Aunt Nan's chair and pulled it over her face A stKing athletic young fnllow sprang out ef the car and, cap in hand, approached the porch. "Good morning," he began cheer? fully "Will you be kind enough to ' sell ua some milk and based? We left the hotel at Kingston fills morn? ing for a ran, expecting to get break fast at Heller's Inn, but we have lost the way and now we are starving " "Nobody has to starve in this coun? try,-' said Jeanettes Aunt Nan. "I will be glad to give you breakfast lust as soon as Hsnnah can cook ft I am Mrs. Gerdlng," beamed the genial wo? man. "Ask your friends to eesne in." "I am Roben Mayneld," said the young fellow. "Better known sa Bob." His eyes had quiekly taken in the modish gingham drees and saapeiy hands of the girl stringing beano. "Is this year daughter?" ho asked boldly. "No, my niece, Miss Jeane**? Rath burne, Mr. Mayfield." There was con? scious pride in her voice when ens spoke of the girl. In greeting him Jeanette lifted her head only for a second, but it was long enough for Robert Mayfield to see that she was beautiful. "Take your party to the spring down that path If you want milk right away. I will send glasses," promised Mrs. Gerdlng. "Won't you show us the way, Miss Rathburne?" "I would like to, but I am pledged to string these beans for Hannah." "Tom," called the newcomer from the porch, "take the girls down that path to the spring. We'll ring a bell when breakfast is ready. Now for the beans!" he laughed. "I am an expert" One of the girls glanced hack as Jeanette took off her bonnet and set? tled to work sgain. "Good gracious, Tom, look at ths country beauty. I thought there must he a pretty face under that bonnet m 'Good Morning/ He Began Cheer fully." when Hob lingered, i wonder who the rustic beauty can be," Aunt Nan hoard her say as she and little black Mary with a tray of glasses overtook them. Aunt Nan's eyes snapped when she came back to the house and called Jeanette inside. "Go dress." she Insisted. "Put on something fine. Those foolish girls , called you a rustic beauty. Make them look to their laurels, Jeanie." Jeanette laughed, excused herself to young Mayfield and hurried up? stairs. There was nothing rustic about her when she came dow n. From the tips of her dainty slippers to her beautiful head she looked as if she had Just stepped from a fashion plate. 'Ye gods!" cried Mayfield. "you are Helen of Troy come back to earth to drive men mad.' '?Can you keep a Beeret?" She bent toward him, her eyes dancing "Your city friends think lhal i am a rustic beauty Aunt Nan wants them dis? illusioned." "You will more than succeed Those girls might have shown better breed' Ing than to gay such a thing when your Aunt Nan has been so hosplt ? h! ??" he sab', his face darkening a* the Ughi Inuguter of the girls coming up ti t paths reached his ears. ? Never mind." laughed Jeanette. "The) are like a good many people who believe that only green things groa In the country." The sunhonnet girl was gone and Mabel and Lenore Martin gasped at the substitute "Why, how do you do?" they cooed sweetly when Mayfield Introduced them, Jeanette was roollj t < lite t> ir to Tom Blbley I ? clous loveltne showed her i u| i wrecks from causes due to the heavy girls. Her culck wit and cleverness neld the men like a magic "1 think.*" said Aunt Nan when her guest? were leaving, her sharp old eyes noting Mayfield's efforts to find some excuse for returning, "that per? haps some day you will get hungry for Raima's beans and want some You helped string the ones we ex? pect to have tonight, so any evening consider yourself an invited guest t.cre " "How fine! How splendid! Would tonight seem too soon?" be asked quickly and boyishly. "Not a bit of it. Glad to have >ou." 'You can't come tonight. Rob." shouted l.eaore, who had overheard. "Tl'j the big hop, you know, and we can't get a'or.g without you.' Her smile failed to win him. He had seen that Aunt Nan was really hurt by the girl's thoughtless comment, and since she had been so kind and considerate he did not hesl ?ate to answer: "You don't believe a hop could hold me from here, do you, LenoreT More? over, a fellow will go after a rustic beauty, yon know. It It euch a re? lief from the painted b ianas of real beauty we find in town." He smiled at Aoot Nan when be said it and asked If she did not agree with him. "Of course. I am for the country girl since I live here uost of the year." "You know we thought that you and Mies Rathburne were really country people this morning when we came. Wasn't that funny?" "Very," said Aunt Nan, dryly, and turned to Mayfleld. "What time shall we .ook for you?" "Will it be unpardonable to oome as early as 5?" "No. indeed. We'll be glad to have hiiu, won't we, Jeanie?" When dinner was over that evening and Jeanette and young Mayfleld were sitting to gether on the great porch fragrant with the breath of moon flowers, he turned to her and asked quietly: "It is possible that you are the Jeanette Rathburne who has turned down dukes and things royal across the waterV "Why do you aek?" she parried. "Because of this." He snapped open his watch and to her surprise her own face smiled up at her. "Where did you get it? That was taken in Paris last winter." "It came out In a newspaper under glowing hesddlines?'American Girl Who Cannot Be Bought: I have car ried It ever since fhem." "It flatters me. I wee never as good looking as that." "And to think thst I same here asking to buy milk! Te gods! Whst a funny old world! Whst s funny move of Fate!" "late?" Tee. I hare been carrying this pic? ture around with me believing It must be s dream face, and I go to a farm house In the country and the princess is thers In the flesh." "i always enjoy getting out here with Aunt Nsn. She only keeps two or three servants and we really live like country people. I shell beans and gather tomatoes from the plants and Hannah Is teaching me to make bread this summer. It is fine to feel your? self a human being and capable of ministering to people's needs. I know It sounds hypocritical for me to say such things when I have led an abso? lutely Idle life, but I am going to change all that" "You are going to marry?" May field felt his heart fluttering. "When I fall in love/' ssld Jeanatte quietly. A week later the girl left the soli? tude of the country to go for luncheon with Mayfleld to the big sunnier hotel[ at Kingston. Friends crowded aboutj her In welcome. Lenore Martin stopped to speak to them, and when' she started away said to Mayfleld/ "Poor old Bob! I have been hearing all about your famous beauty. Of course, you are just one more fly caught in her sparkling web." Mayfleld saw by Jeanette's eyee that she had heard. "Is that true?" he asked. "You're just like a dream come true. You must see how I care." He leaned over the little table. "You are to me what Pygmalion's statue was to him, a great wonderful dream made real by some kind Providence. Can't you live for me and be my Galatea? Jeanie. uear, I'm from the south and ;?ur blood runs warm It may seem too soon to say I love you. but hearts know noth? ing of time." He saw the swift blood crimson her fa* i. jesme, rear, wast are you going to do with me?" 'Marry you." she said in ? whisper. Unappreciated Scholarship. Miss Abbey Dwigfat Woodbridge, who died In im>i. left a hind lor t scholarship In the Packer Collegiate Institute of Brooklyn, to be available for two years each lor young people of Stockbridge who e/lsaed to take dvantage ol it. In all these yean only three Btockbffftdgn people have applied for this scholarship. The Um i lo nominate a pupil for the year 1911 I as |ust expired. Those Miss Wood bridge named to sward this privilege are the pastor of the Congregations! church, the psstor of St. Paul's Rpta copal church and the cashier of the Housstontc National bank. In cast ? where there are no sppllcaats from Stockbridge this committee may elect a csndldste from sonic Other town or city - n? rkshlrs Courier For Value Received. Liveryman (to rider)?Here, what? this? Half a dollar ' \Vh\ yon VI been out t wo hours Rider So i have. :>ut I've only been on the brute's hack about ten mln ?>? , iliegende Rise!ter. f ill of snow.