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% - "1 certainly came to tell you," said
Mrs. Ward, feeling that she liatl missed
n point, "but you could easily have
heard It elsewhere."
ir*"\ "Who from? Rrendon did not adverk
J tlse in the papers that he was stopping
with Mrs. Jersey on the night In question."
The little woman rose to her feet
with an artificial laugh and shook out
perfume from her silken skirts. "You
re very clever and obstinate, Lord
vemiigion, uuc uow win you explaiu
this"?sbe pointed to the stiletto?"to
tlie authorities?"
^"There will be no need for uie to do
that," said Dorrlngton, and took up
the weapon. Mrs. Word stretched out
her band.
"My property, if you please, L>ord
Derrington."
The old gentleman opened a drawer,
dropped the weapon into it and closed
the drawer with a snap, "it's locked
now," be said coolly. "1 shall take
'' 1 charge of this."
"How dare you? I Insist"?
* "Oh, dear, no! You insist on noth*
<'4 ing." Lord Dorrington rose, looking
like a giant as he towered over the little
woman. "My dear Mrs. Ward,"
said be quietly, but in bis deepest tones,
"I have been very patient with you,
but this thing must end. You must
promise to bold your tongue about
Brendon and"?
"And about you, I suppose," she
sneered.
"About me?" Derrington's tone expressed
surprise. "What have you to
hold your tongue about as regards
me 7"
Mrs.' Ward stamped, though as a
rule she was not given to betraying
violent emotion. "Ob. It's too rldlculousl"
sbe snid furiously. "I can say
to toe police liow I found tlie stiletto
In jour coat."
"I should advise you uot to talk to
any one about n thing which exists
only lu your imagination."
"The stiletto"?
"What are you talking of, Mrs.
Ward?"
"It's in that drawer." She pointed
to the table.
"Ob, dear, no, It isn't," said Derring*
? ton blandly; "there Is no stiletto; there
never was one. We have had a nice
talk, and now we must part."
"Notirttoro I huge had niy-say," said
Mrs. Ward savagely. "I. see perfectly
well' that' l- .have been foolish to let
that stiletto get into yonr hands, but
1 thought I was dealing with a man of
honor."
"Ah. Mrs. Ward, few of us can aspire
w jiiur uign principles!"
The sneer Infuriated her. "You can
deny the stiletto If you like to the public,
but you dare not do so to xne."
"Why not? For the soke of argument
we will admit the existence of
the weapon. You come here with It in
yoar hand and state that you found It
in my coat?In the lining of the coat
By doing so you have defeated your
oWn/object. Had you produced the
weapon from the coat and showed it to
very moment your accusation
m&ht 'have held water. Aa it Is
the tfc/ng is simply ridiculous. You
come here, you accuse me of a crime"?
"1 did not accuse you," said Mrs.
Ward, beginning to find that Derrlngton
was too much even for her. "I believe'
Brendon killed the woman?oh,
^Ml You went to the house, and you
saw him. He and Mrs. Jersey bad
words, as she would" not confess, and
Brendon killed her with the stiletto.
Then you came In, and to~aave him
you put the dagger Into yohr pocket
sent him up to bed aqd promised to
hol4 your tongue, and"?
Harrington laughed. "You have a
most vivid Imagination, Mrs. Ward,"
he sajd, with a shrug; "but, as It happens,
you are talking nonsense. 1 was
Onot at Amelia square that evening, but
t my dub. as any member then present
can assure you. I can prove an
alibi from the minute I left this house
to the minute I returned to And yon
here. As to the stiletto you My yon
took out of my pocket, that la rub blah.
On the whole, I think you had better
hold yonr tongue."
"If I go to the police they will open
that drawer."
"Oh, not An Englishman's house Is
his castle, you know, and a man la my
position cannot be treated In the way
you suggest with Impunity. Moreover,
Mrs. Ward, there Is ample time to dostroy
the stiletto."
"Which you wilt do," she said, recovering
her composure now that ahe
found it was useless to protest.
"19o. I wouldn't even mind showing
It to the police and saying how you
brought It here with anwaeusatlon. If
the police can prpve that this Is the
weapon with which Mrs. Jersey was
stabbed, and If you and the police can
prove that the stiletto was In my
pocket on the' night of the murder,
/ then you and the police are extremely
' ^ clever."
"OI?, very well," Mid Mrs. Ward,
realising ber defeat, "I shall My nothing
about you. But Brendon"?
"Ton will hold your tonguo about
him also. I quite understand how you
proposed to hold this stiletto and the
tale of Its being discovered In my pocket
over we. If I did not consent to
the marriage of MJaWetf and WalfrMl?tl
.? " ,
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"She shall uittrry Liiui."
"Why do you liate Brendon so?"
asked Derrington. "I know he is a
strong man. and for the money's sake
you do not want him to bo your sonin-law.
But even this does not account
for your hatred. Why do you
ha to him?"
"1 have nothing to say." retorted
Mrs. Ward, who had flushed and paled
alternately during this speech. "Please
. see tue to the door."
Derrington walked to the door and
opened it. with a bow. "Willingly. I
think wo understand one another. 1
i tun sorry to ask you to leave mo so
soon, as our conversation was most
enjoyable. But I have to see a certain
Mr. Ireland"?
"Is that Rrcndon's guardinu?" asked
Mrs. Ward, coining to n sudden stop
in the hall.
"His former guardian," corrected
HaVHtnoton ? .1.
"You I"
ia making a mistake. Tell that man
to be quick calling a cab." And she
moved past the stranger,
"Pardon," he said politely, "but I
wish to speak with you."
Derrington bent his bualiy brows.
"Let the lady pass," lie said. "Who
are j-ou, sir, to stop the egress of my
guests?"
"My name Is ltodgcr Ireland," said
the stronger quietly, "and 1 have been
lookinc for that Indv fur over thtrtv 1
years."
"What does the uian mean?" asked
Mrs. Ward haughtily, hut looking disturbed.
"Lord Derrington," said Ireland, "I
think If you will permit this lady and
me to.J^e a talk"?
"Tl^iKr. seems to be some mistake,"
aid Derrington. "Mrs. Wnrd, will you
not wait until we rectify It?"
I "No. The man is mad. Let me pass,
i sir. There is the cab."
But Ireland would not let her pnss.
j "Lord Derrington," he said softly, lest
the footman should overhear, "this Is
the lady who was with your sou when
he was murdered."
Derrington was not easily startled,
but he turned suddenly white. Mrs.
Ward shrank back Into the hall. Now
that the truth was told she seemed to '
, recover from her fears and to regain
, all her tact. "I shall not want the cab
at present," she said to the footman.
"Tell the man to wait Lord Derrington,
if you do not wish these private
affairs to be discussed In the presence
of the servants we had bettor return
to the library."
When they found themselves In the
library Derrington closed the door and
vdnt ta hla ?ao f Ua 1/\a1ta/1 mw/ilt
older, having aged in a moat extraordinary
manner under the aliock of Ireland's
Information. Mrs. Ward was
perfectly cool and resumed her former
seat. As to Ireland, be let himself
carefully down Into the most capacious
armchair he could find. Mrs. Ward
opened the conversation at once.
"You say you saw me at San RemoT"
he asked.
"I did," replied Irelaud In his hoavy
voice. "I was there at the time Mr.
Percy Vane was murdered"?Derrington
groaned?"and I was at the
masked ball where"?
*2he Ysgilaul/' said Mrs. Ward.
nun UW ?>UU cuum lO
know of 111 in, Mrs. Ward?"
"I think Dorothy mentioned the
name." she said in rather a faltering
tone. "Pleare tell your man to call a
cab. I sent away the carriage."
"Let mo send you home in mine."
"No! No, I want to go at once," and
he approached the door quickly.
"When did you say Mr. Ireland was
* coming ?"
| Derringtou glanced at his watch.
| "He is due now," l.c said and looked
at her, wondering why she asked the
question.
Mrs. Ward's face was turned away.
She was dressed in furs and carried a
muff. When the door was opened by
the footman a gentleman appeared on
the threshold. Mrs. Ward lifted her
inuff to her face, but not before the
stranger had caught sight of her face
and had uttered an ejaculation of surprise.
"You!" lie said, stepping forward.
"What do you mean7" said Mrs.
Ward, with her face still hidden.
"Lord Derrington, this friend of yours*
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"Well, you were there. You say you
saw rneV"
"Iu a bluo domino."
"There were plenty of blue domlnos
at that ball. At least I should think
there were."
"Yes, but you wore a sprig of yellow
holly. That was why I recognized you
when you were masked."
"How did you kuow It was I?"
"Because early In the evening youwent
into a box. I was there talking
to the Marchess Beltrami, to whom
the box belonged. You removed your
musk, and 1 had ample opportunity to
observp you."
"What reason had you to observe
me?" asked Mr^. Ward, Just as though
she were counsel examining a witness.
"Well," said Ireland, smoothing his
face, "you see. I know Mr. Vane very
well. lie married u woman of whom 1
was fond." Derrington shifted restlessly
In his chair. "Do not be afraid.
Lord Derrington. I do not intend to
talk of Rosina I.oekwood"?
"At present I say nothing," was his
lordship's reply, and ho watched the
two faces before him with close attention.
N
"You sow mo unmask in a certain
box." said Mrs. Ward quickly. "Do
you mean that after all these years,
over thirty years, that you recognize
me again? I was a girl then. I am a
woman now."
"Quite so. But you have a mole on
your forehead Just above the left eyebrow.
I knew you by that. And then
I have a splendid memory for faces,
and yours"?Ireland bowed gallantly?
"is too beautiful to forget easily."
Mrs. Ward shrugged her shoulders.
"It's a most remarkable memory," she
said.
"It Is, madam," assented Ireland.
"My memory was always considered
remarkable. And the fact is that 1 was
thinking of the murder almost at the
moment I entered the hall. Conse-quently
your face was iu my mind's
eye. That made the chance of recognizing
you more sure. Had I not been
thinking of old days 1 might not have
guessed so readily who you were."
"Why were you thihking of the murder
then?" asked Derrington.
"Well, my lord, you sent for me to
speak with me about Geora?>"-Mrs.
Ward gave a short laugh, and Derrington
smiled?"so I was naturally thinking
of George; such a thought led to
my thinking of his parents, and dually
1 remembered the circumstance of
your son's death, as I thought you
might wish to talk of it, and thciofore
desired to get my memory In order. In
this way did I recognize the lady."
"This- is all very well," fjaId tyrs.
Wnrdjr_ "You say you recognize me.
Mr. Ireland. Is that your name?"
"It Is. but your memory is not so
good as mine. We met only once."
Derrington was not so sure that Mrs.
Ward's memory was not good, for he 1
remembered how she hud tried to get |
away before the arrival of Ireland.
"G-> on! Go on!" he said irritably. "1
wish to know the worst."
"The worst is that 1 am supposed t ?
have killed I'ercy Vane," said Mrs.
Ward coolly. i>o you accuse me of
that?" t'he asked Irclaud.
"By i > means. But you were at
that bnli"? i
"I was, in a blue domino with a
sprit,; of holly nt ni.v breast."
"And you wi'iv with Mr. Vane?"
"No, 1 was no::"
"Von went out witfi Mr. Vane."
"1 did not. it was my sister."
"Your sis to.-'." said Dcrriugton. :
"Ilali!" And he relapsed Into silence.
Mrs. Ware, shot a suspicious look at
him, but '.lib inscrutable face betrayed
nothing.
"I remember," said Ireland in a
slow, prosy way, "that there were two
Miss Howards at San Itemo, at the Hotel
d'Angleterre. They were with their
father, General Howard. 1 never uiet
tlieni, but Mr. Ynno went frequently to
call at the house."
"He did," said Mrs. Ward, "If by
house you mean the hotel. The fact
is, uiy sister Jenny was In love with
Captain Vane"?
"I heard It was you," said Ireland
distrustfully.
"It was my sister Jenny who loved
I'ercy Vauc. She would go to the ball
and persuaded me to go with her. We
slipped out of the hotel and went without
a chaperon. Our father would have
been shocked had he known, but It
was merely the escapade of two schoolgirls.
I went with a friend, and Jeu)1V
InAkwl (iliont fr?r Mi' V11 nn Wn
agreed to meet after an hour uud go
Louie. As there were other blue dominos
at the hall, wc each wore"?and
Mrs. Ward repeated the word to emphasize
the fact?"each a sprig of yellow
holly. 1 went to a box to havo
supper with u certain cousin of mine,
and my sister then departed with Mr.
Vano."
"Why did she leave the ballroom?"
asked Derrington.
"Because Mr. Vane was shocked.
He recognized her voico and made her
unmask, lie Insisted on taking her
home first, and then intended to return
for me, as he could not find me
at the moment. They wcut oat together,
Mr. Ireland, and tlint is the
last I saw of Mr. Vane."
"What was the last your sister saw
of him?"
"She was at the hotel and In our 1
bedroom when 1 returned, which 1
did after looking vainly for her. She
Bald that Mr. Vnao had escorted her to 1
the hotel and had left her at the gate 1
at her earnest request, as Jenny was 1
so afraid lest my father should hear of 1
our escapade. She said good night to
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Mr. Vane ami thou went to her room.
When we heard of the murder next
morning she became very ill and my
father took her away. But she always
declared to me that she did no',
knoit who murdered Percy Vaue."
"Did your father ever know that
she was in Vane's company on that
night?" asked Ireland.
"Never! We kept our folly a profouud
secret from him."
"Did any one else know?"
"You did," said Mi's. Ward eharply,
"and Mr. Vaue did, and a servant at
the hotel?an English servant who at
icuumi iu us. Ill met, it was 8110 WllO
procured tlio yellow holly by which
Jenny and I were to identify one
another." ,
"What was her name?" asked Derrington
quickly.
"Eliza Stokes."
"Ah! I thought so. Mrs. Jersey?"
"Yete, Mrs. Jersey. And now, Lord
DeTrlngton, you know how I come to
take such an interest In the death of
that woman."
"Yes. But I canuot understand how
you came to know that Mrs. Jersey
was Eliza Stokes."
"That's my business," (lashed out
Mrs. Ward.
"Oriwhy," pursued Dcrrington, unmoved?"why
you sent her the yellow
holly
"ifj&.ose I was not quite positive if
she really was Eliza Stokes. I thought
that the yellow holly, being connect
ed in her inind with the death of Mr.
Vane, would make her betray herself."
"It did in a way?but to Brendon.
Ho would not have told you."
"He would doubtless have told Dorothy,
and she would have told me."
Ireland, In his thoughtful, ponderous
way, turned this matter over in his
own nilmi. "Where is your sister now?"
he asked.
Mrs. Ward replied with some reserve.
"I can't toll you that. She went
out of her mind for a time after the
murder of Mr. Vane, and after she
came out of the asylum we were all
afraid to live with her. My father put
her under some one's charge, and when
he died she was allowed an annuity.
Her guardian died, and my sister vanished.
We made no attempt to lind her,
and it was supposed that she had put
an end to herself."
irelaijd looked at Derrington. "Did
you ever meet Miss Jenny Howard,
my lord?" he asked.
"No,*" said Derrington, "but I hare
known. Mrs. Ward for many, many
years,*:'
"Qitfl?Hwenty," said Mrs. Ward, with
an artificial laugh. "We grow old. No,
Mr. freln nd, Lord Derrington never I
met my sister. Why you ask I cannot
conceive!"
"Because Lord Derrington Is under a
wrong impression, lie has met your
sister, and in this very room."
"I beg your pardon," began Derrington.
"I"?
Ireland cut hint short. "She called to
see you here about the renewal of the
ivuieua square tense."
"Miss Bull?" said Lis lordship. "I
thought there was something familiar
about her face. So Miss Bull is Mrs.
Ward's sister?"
"She told me so herself," was Irelaud's
reply.
CHAPTER XVI.
BIIENDOX was much astonished
a day or two later to receive
an Invitation to dine with his
grandfather. As CJeorge had
fought tlie old man with his own weapons
and had come off victor, he did
not expect to he pardoned.
But in this he was wrong. Derrington,
sickened with Walter's milk and
water ways, saw in Brendou u worthy
successor who would he able to hold
his own in will and word and would
shed fresh luster on the house.
However astonished, Brendou was too
much a man of the world to reveal his
feelings. On the evening in question
he presented himself at the mnusion in
tft. Giles s.inure, scrupulously groomed
and brushed. Herrington looked approvingly
on his dress, which set off a
handsome llgure to advantage, and lie
unbent so far as to advance to Georgo
with outstretched hand.
"We had rather a rough Interview.
George." he sold, "so I have invited
you to smoke the pipe of peace." ^
Brendou shook -the-old man's haud
quietly, but without much enthusiasm,
lie could not conjecture what Herrington
meant by behaving In a v/uy so
different from that he usually adopted.
Ills liost felt the slack hand clasp and
winced 011 seeing the want of response
in Brendon's face.
"Dinner will be ready soon," said the
old lord, waving Broudon to a sent;
"only our two selves. I wish to consult
you."
"Consult me?" George could not
keep the astonishment out of his face.
"It's rather late In the day, Is it
not?" remarked Derrlugton dryly. "But
yon see I am old, George, and have
not much time to spare. Yes, 1 wish
juu iu cou-juit wnn mo after dinner
abont?but tliat can come in the courso
of our conversation. Meantime lot us
talk of anything you like."
"The weather, air?"
"No, confound you," annpped Perrtngton,
with a flash of his old Irritable
self; "talk of wlue, wit and women If
you like, but spare me platitudes."
Brendon stared at his shoes and
smiled under his mustache. "I do not
think I can say anything very original
about tho subjects you mention," he
aid quietly.
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The glassblowers of ancient Thebes
are known to have been equally as proficient
in that particular art as Is the
most scientific craftsman of the same
trade of the present day, after a lapse
of over forty centuries of so called
"progress." They were well acquainted
with the art of staining glass and
are known to have produced that commodity
in great profusion and perfection.
Itosselllni gives an illustration
of a piece of stained glass known to
be 4,000 years old which displayed artistic
taste of high order, both in tint
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through the vitrified structure, and he
mentions designs struck entirely in
pieces from a half to three-quarters of
an inch thick, the color being perfectly
incorporated with the structure of the
piece and exactly the same 011 both the
obverse and reverse sides.
The priests of P'tah at Memphis
were adepts in the glussmakcr's art,
and not only did they have factories
for manufacturing the common crystal
variety, but they had learned the vitrifying
of the different colors and of imitating
precious stones to perfection.
Their imitations of the amethyst and
ovlfrc various other colored gems were
so true to nature that even now, after
I they have lain in the desert sands from
2,000 to 4,000 years, it takes an expert
to distinguish the genuine articles from
the spurious. It has been shown that,
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KEEP UP YOUR ENERGY.
Blnnd Erect and Walk n? ThoaRh
You Were Somebody.
Never allow your physical standard
to drop. Keep up your energy. Walk
as if you were somebody and were going
to do something worth while in the
world, so that even u stranger will note
your bearing and mark your superiority.
if you have fallen into a habit of
walking iu a listless, indolent way,
turn right about face at once and mako
a change. You don't want to shutfle
along like the failures we often see sitting
around on park benches or lolling
about the streets, with their hands in
their pockets, or hauutiug intelligence
offices and wondering why fate has
been so hard with them. You don't
want to give people the impression that
you are discouraged or that you are already
falling to the rear. Straighten
up, then! Stand erect! Be a man!
You arc a child of the Infinite King.
You have royal blood in your veins.
Emphasize It by your bearing. A man
who is conscious of his kinship with
God-?ild of his power and who believes
thoroughly in himself -Walks with a *'
firm, vigorous step, with his head erect,
his chin in, his shoulders thrown back
and down, and his chest well projected
tn order to give a large lung capacity.
He is the man who does things.
You cannot aspire or accomplish great
or noble things so long as you assume
the attitude und bearing of n coward
or weakling. If you would be noble
and do noble things you must look up.
You were made to look upward and to
walk upright, not to look down or to
shamble along In a scmlhorizontal post
non. rui cnaructer. dignity, nobility,
| into your walk.?Success.
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[ The native dress of Tibet consists
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find a half feet long, with long sleeves,
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of the men of quality, or the townsmen,
nor below the knees of the common
people, who have much walking
and work to do. Thus gathered up.
the gown puffs out at the breast, forming
a huge pocket. At night the wearer
lets it fall and Is thus wrapped up
from his ears to his feet, as in a bed.
Tibetan women wear the some gownit
Is called a "chuba"?lotting It hang
down to the ankle. Their dress varies
according to the locality to which they
belong.
A Definition.
"Diplomacy, Lester," said the henpecked
man, replying to the Inquiry of
his small son during, it may not be
necessary to explain, the temporary
absence of the majestic wife of the one
and mother of the other, "diplomacy Is
what makes a man carve a turkey and
unselfishly deal out to his family and
the visitors their favorite helps, Including
the only portions which he himself
really likes and at the same time look
like a putty saint."?Smart Set.
One Vlrw of Wedlock.
An Englishwoman bad had a good
deal of trouble with her husband, who^
j according to her account, was a moivI
ater of Iniquity. Some one asked why
| ahe bod mariied a person of such character.
"Well, you see, he ain't my
first," wbh the reply. "1 was pertlekler
about my flrst. This here's my second,
and n bad un at that. But there"?with
I a shrug of the shoulders? "he's a shade
better than the work'us!"
nil Facial Farrow.
Mr. Blllson, between whose lower lip
and chin there was an unusually deep
wrinkle, spoke impatiently to the barber.
"Haven't you got my face shaved
yet?" be asked.
"Not quite, sir," said the barber apologetically,
"I haven't dug your ditch
yet."?Chicago Tribune.
Eggs have their faults, but, at any
rate, they are never too freah.?Philadelphia
Kecord.