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<title>Chapter 56</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">An <span epub:type="z3998:roman">X</span>-Ray Fable</h2>
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<p>And it came to pass that a man with a Cathode Ray went about the country finding out and showing the people, for a consideration, the insides of folks’ heads and what they were thinking about. And he never made a mistake.</p>
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<p>And in a certain town lived a man whose name was Reuben and a maid whose name was Ruth. And the two were sweethearts and were soon to be married.</p>
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<title>Chapter 114</title>
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<title>A Cheering Thought</title>
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<p>A weary-looking man with dejected auburn whiskers, walked into the police station yesterday afternoon and said to the officer in charge:</p>
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<p>“I want to give myself up. I expect you had better handcuff me and put me into a real dark cell where there are plenty of spiders and mice. I’m one of the worst men you ever saw, and I waive trial. Please tell the jailer to give me moldy bread to eat, and hydrant water with plenty of sulphur in it.”</p>
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<title>Chapter 48</title>
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<p>The runaway couple had just returned, and she knelt at the old man’s feet and begged forgiveness.</p>
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<p>“Yes, forgive us,” cried the newly wedded husband. “Forgive me for taking her away from you, but see, I have brought her back.”</p>
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<p>“Yes,” said the old man, his voice trembling with emotion, “you have brought her back. You have brought her back. Bat that is not all, lad; you have brought her back, but you have also brought the part of her that eats provisions. I will forgive you for fifty dollars per month, lights and washing extra.”</p>
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<title>Chapter 106</title>
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<title>A Disagreement</title>
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<p>Dat <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Bergman, vot run de obera house, not dread me right,” said a Houston citizen. “Ven I go dere und vant ein dicket to see dot ‘Schpider und dot Vly’ gompany de oder night, I asg him dot he let me in mit half brice, for I was teaf py von ear, and can not but one half of dot performance hear; und he dell me I should bay double brice, as it vould dake me dwice as long to hear de berformance as anypody else.”</p>
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<title>Chapter 29</title>
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<title>A Fatal Error</title>
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<p>What are you looking so glum about?”</p>
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<p>asked a Houston man as he dropped into a friend’s office on Christmas Day.</p>
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<title>Chapter 46</title>
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<title>A Forced March</title>
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<p>The young man is a-walking with his girL Hear him swear</p>
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<p>That he loves her and adores her.</p>
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<title>A Good Story Spoiled</title>
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<p>Few nights ago in a rather tough saloon in a little town on the Central Railroad, a big, strapping desperado, who had an unenviable reputation as a bad man generally, walked up to the bar and in a loud voice ordered everybody in the saloon to walk up and take a drink. The crowd moved quickly to the bar at his invitation, as the man was half drunk and was undoubtedly dangerous when in that condition.</p>
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<p>One man alone failed to accept the invitation. He was a rather small man, neatly dressed, who sat calmly in his chair, gazing idly at the crowd. A student of physiognomy would have been attracted by the expression of his face, which was one of cool determination and force of will. His jaw was square and firm, and his eye gray and</p>
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<title>Chapter 24</title>
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<title>A Green Hand</title>
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<p>I shall never again employ any but experienced salesmen, who thoroughly understand the jewelry business,” said a Houston jeweler to a friend yesterday.</p>
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<p>You see, at Christmas time we generally need more help, and sometimes employ people who can sell goods, but are not familiar with the fine points of the business. Now, that young man over there is thoroughly good and polite to every one, but he has just lost me one of my best customers.”</p>
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<title>Chapter 52</title>
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<title>A Guarded Secret</title>
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<p>It is time to call a halt upon the persistent spreaders of the alleged joke that a woman can not keep a secret. No baser ingratitude has been shown by man toward the fair sex than the promulgation of this false report. Whenever a would-be humorous man makes use of this antiquated chestnut which his fellow men feel in duty bound to applaud, the face of the woman takes on a strange, inscrutable, pitying smile that few men ever read.</p>
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<p>The truth is that it is only woman who can keep a secret. Only a divine intelligence can understand the marvelous power with which ninety-nine married women out of a hundred successfully hide from the rest of the world the secret that they have bound themselves to something unworthy of the pure and sacrificing love they have given them. She may whisper to her neighbor that <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Jones has turned her old silk dress twice, but if she has in her breast anything affecting one she loves, the gods themselves could not drag it from her.</p>
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<title>A Guess-Proof Mystery Story</title>
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<p>The most popular and recent advertising dodge in literature is the Grand Guess Contest Mystery Story. Everybody is invited to guess how the story will end, at any time before the last chapter is published, and incidentally to buy a paper or subscribe. It is the easiest thing in the world to write a story of mystery that will defy the most ingenious guessers in the country.</p>
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<p>To prove it, here is one that we offer $10,000 to any man and $15,000 to any woman who guesses the mystery before the last chapter.</p>
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<p>Two men were talking at the Grand Central depot yesterday, and one of them was telling about a difficulty he had recently been engaged in.</p>
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<p>“He said I was the biggest liar ever heard in Texas,” said the man, “and I jumped on him and blacked both his eyes in about a minute.”</p>
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<title>Chapter 130</title>
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<title>A Narrow Escape</title>
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<p>Meek-looking man, with one eye and a timid, shuffling gait, entered a Houston saloon while no one was in except the bartender, and said:</p>
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<p>“Excuse me, sir, but would you permit me to step behind the bar for just a moment^ You can keep your eye on me. There is something there I wanted to look at.”</p>
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<title>A Pastel</title>
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<p>Above all hangs the dreadful night.</p>
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<p>He pleads with her.</p>
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<p>Young lady in Houston became engaged last summer to one of the famous shortstops of the Texas baseball league.</p>
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<p>Last week he broke the engagement, and this is the reason why.</p>
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<title>A Proof of Love</title>
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<p>If you love me as I love you</p>
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<p>(Ah, sweet those words to lover’s ear, ’Twas Lois spake, in accents true.</p>
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<p>Do you mean to tell me,” gasped the horrified gentleman from Boston, “that this man you speak of was shot and killed at a meeting of your debating society, and by the presiding officer himself, during the discussion of a question, simply because he arose and made a motion that was considered out of order?”</p>
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<p>“He certainly was, sure,” said the colonel. “This is simply awful,” said the traveler. “I must make a note of this occurrence so that the people of my State can be apprised of the dreadful lawlessness that prevails in this section—a man shot down and killed at a social and educational meeting for the infringement of an unimportant parliamentary error! It is awful to contemplate.”</p>
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<title>A Righteous Outburst</title>
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<p>He smelled of gin and his whiskers resembled the cylinder of a Swiss music box. He walked into a toy shop on Main Street yesterday and leaned sorrowfully against the counter.</p>
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<p>“Anything to-day? asked the proprietor coldly.</p>
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<p>An ordinary-looking man wearing a last season’s negligee shirt stepped into the business office and unrolled a strip of manuscript some three feet long.</p>
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<p>“I wanted to see you about this little thing I want to publish in the paper. There are fifteen verses besides the other reading matter. The verses are on spring. My handwriting is a trifle illegible and I may have to read it over to you. This is the way it runs:</p>
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<p>It is a busy scene in the rear of one of Houston’s greatest manufacturing establishments. A number of workmen are busy raising some heavy object by means of blocks and tackles. Somehow, a rope is worn in two by friction, and a derrick falls. There is a hurried scrambling out of the way, a loud jarring crash, a cloud of dust, and a man stretched out dead beneath the heavy timbers.</p>
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<p>The others gather round and with herculean efforts drag the beams from across his mangled form. There is a hoarse murmur of pity from rough but kindly breasts, and the question runs around the group, “Who is to tell her?”</p>
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<p>What a terrible state of affairs it would be if we could read each other’s minds! It is safe to say that if such were the case, most of us would be afraid to think above a whisper.</p>
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<p>As an illustration, a case might be cited that occurred in Houston. Some months ago a very charming young lady came to this city giving exhibitions in mind reading, and proved herself to be marvelously gifted in that respect. She easily read the thoughts of the audience, finding many articles hidden by simply holding the hand of the person secreting them, and read sentences written on little slips of paper by some at a considerable distance from her.</p>
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<p>The editor sat in his palatially furnished sanctum bending over a mass of manuscripts, resting his beetling brow upon his hand. It wanted but one hour of the time of going to press and there was that editorial on the Venezuelan question to write. A pale, intellectual youth approached him with a rolled manuscript tied with a pink ribbon.</p>
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<p>“It is a little thing,” said the youth, “that I dashed off in an idle moment.”</p>
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<p>The most popular and best loved young lady in the United States is Miss Annie Williams of Philadelphia. Her picture is possessed by more men, and is more eagerly sought after than that of Lillian Russell, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Langtry, or any other famous beauty. There is more demand for her pictures than for the counterfeit presentments of all the famous men and women in the world combined. And yet she is a modest, charming, and rather retiring young lady, with a face less beautiful than of a clear and classic outline.</p>
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<p>Miss Williams is soon to be married, but it is expected that the struggle for her pictures will go on as usual.</p>
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<p>When it becomes necessary for an actor to write a letter during the performance of a play, it is a custom to read the words aloud as he writes them. It is necessary to do this in order that the audience may be apprised of its contents, otherwise the clearness of the plot might be obscured. The writing of a letter upon the stage, therefore, generally has an important bearing upon the situation being presented, and of course the writer is forced to read aloud what he writes for the benefit of the audience. During the production of “Monbars” in Houston some days ago, the gentleman who assumed the character of the heavy villain took advantage of a situation of this description in a most cowardly manner.</p>
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<p>In the last act, Mantell, as Monbars, writes a letter of vital importance, and, as customary, reads the lines aloud as he writes them. The villain hides behind the curtains of a couch and listens in fiendish glee to the contents of the letter as imparted by <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Mantell in strict confidence to the audience. He then uses the information obtained in this underhanded manner to further his own devilish designs.</p>
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<p>He was one of the city’s wealthiest men, but he made no ostentatious display of his wealth. A little, thin, poorly clad girl stood looking in the window of the restaurant at the good things to eat. The man approached and touched her on the shoulder.</p>
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<p>“What is your name, little girl?” he asked. “Susie Tompkins, sir,” she answered, looking up at him with great, haunting, blue eyes.</p>
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<p><abbr>Mr.</abbr> Sharp: “My darling, it seems to me that every year that passes over your head but brings out some new charm, some hidden beauty, some added grace. There is a look in your eyes to-night that is as charming and girllike as when I first met you. What a blessing it is when two hearts can grow but fonder as time flies. You are scarcely less beautiful now than when—”</p>
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<p><abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Sharp: “I had forgotten it was lodge night, Robert. Don’t be out much after twelve, if you can help it.”</p>
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<p>When Pilgrim fathers landed safe</p>
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<p>On Plymouth Rock at last,</p>
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<title>An Expensive Veracity</title>
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<p>A Houston man who attended a great many of Sam Jones’s sermons was particularly impressed with his denunciation of prevaricators, and of lies of all kinds, white, variegated, and black.</p>
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<p>So strongly was he affected and in such fertile ground did the seed sown by the great evangelist fall, that the Houston man, who had been accustomed occasionally to evade the truth, determined one morning he would turn over a new leaf and tell the truth in all things, big and little. So he commenced the day by scomingj to speak even a word that did not follow the exact truth for a model.</p>
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<title>An Inspiration</title>
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<p>He was seated on an empty box on Main Street late yesterday evening during the cold drizzling rain. He was poorly clad and his thick coat was buttoned up high under his chin. He had a woeful, harassed appearance, and there was something about him that indicated that he was different from the average tramp who beats his way by lies and fraud.</p>
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<p>The Post man felt a touch of sympathy and went up to him and said:</p>
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<title>An Opportunity Declined</title>
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<p>A farmer who lives about four miles from Houston noticed a stranger in his front yard one afternoon last week acting in a rather unusual manner. He wore a pair of duck trousers stuffed in his boots, and had a nose the color of Elgin pressed brick. In his hand he held a sharpened stake about two feet long, which he would stick into the ground, and after sighting over it at various objects would pull it up and go through the same performance at another place.</p>
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<p>The farmer went out in the yard and inquired what he wanted.</p>
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<p>There is a lady in Houston who is always having original ideas.</p>
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<p>Now, this is a very reprehensible thing in a woman and should be frowned down. A woman should find out what her husband thinks about everything and regulate her thoughts to conform with his. Of course, it would not be so bad if she would keep her independent ideas to herself, but who ever knew a woman to do that?</p>
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<title>An Unsuccessful Experiment</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">An Unsuccessful Experiment</h2>
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<p>There is an old colored preacher in Texas who is a great admirer of the <abbr>Rev.</abbr> Sam Jones. Last Sunday he determined to drop his old style of exhorting the brethren, and pitch hot shot plump into the middle of their camp, after the manner so successfully followed by the famous Georgia evangelist. After the opening hymn had been sung, and the congregation led in prayer by a worthy deacon, the old preacher laid his spectacles on his Bible, and let out straight from the shoulder.</p>
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<p>“My dearly belubbed,” he said, “I has been preachin’ to you fo’ mo’ dan five years, and de grace ob God hab failed to percolate in yo’ obstreperous hearts. I hab nebber seen a more or’nery lot dan dis belubbed congregation. Now dar is Sam Wadkins in de fo’th bench on de left. Kin anybody show me a no’counter, trashier, lowdowner buck nigger in dis community? Whar does the chicken feathers come from what I seen in his back yard dis mawnin’? Kin Brudder Wadkins rise and explain?”</p>
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<title>Answers to Inquiries</title>
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<p><span epub:type="salutation">Dear Editor</span>: I want to ask a question in arithmetic. I am a school boy and am anxious to know the solution. If my pa, who keeps a grocery on Milam Street, sells four cans of tomatoes for twenty-five cents, and twenty-two pounds of sugar, and one can of extra evaporated apples and three cans of superior California plums, for only—</p>
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<p>Bill Nye, who recently laid down his pen for all time, was a unique figure in the field of humor. His best work probably more nearly represented American humor than that of any other writer. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Nye had a sense of ludicrous that was keen and judicious. His humor was peculiarly American in that it depended upon sharp and unexpected contrasts, and the bringing of opposites into unlooked-for comparison for its effect. Again, he had the true essence of kindliness, without which humor is stripped of its greatest component part.</p>
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<p>Bill Nye’s jokes never had a sting. They played like summer lightning around the horizon of life, illuminating and spreading bright, if transitory, pictures upon the sky, but they were as harmless as the smile of a child. The brain of the man conceived the swift darts that he threw, but his great manly heart broke off their points.</p>
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<p>The snake reporter of the Post was wending his way homeward last night when he was approached by a very gaunt, hungry-looking man with wild eyes and an emaciated face.</p>
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<p>“Can you tell me, sir,” he inquired, “where I can find in Houston a family of low-born scrubs?”</p>
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<p>Unnabridged Dictionary by Noah U Webster, L. L. D. F. R. S. <span epub:type="z3998:roman">X</span>. Y. Z.</p>
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<p>We find on our table quite an exhaustive treatise on various subjects, written in <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Webster’s well-known, lucid, and piquant style. There is not a dull line between the covers of the book. The range of subjects is wide, and the treatment light and easy without being flippant. A valuable feature of the work is the arranging of the articles in alphabetical order, thus facilitating the finding of any particular word desired. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Webster’s vocabulary is large, and he always uses the right word in the right place. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Webster’s work is thorough and we predict that he will be heard from again.</p>
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<p>A Houston man decided a few days ago to buy his wife a piano for a Christmas present. Now, there is more competition, rivalry, and push among piano agents than any other class of men. The insurance and fruit tree businesses are mild and retiring in comparison with the piano industry. The Houston man, who is a prominent lawyer, knew this, and he was careful not to tell too many people of his intentions, for fear the agents would annoy him. He inquired in a music store only once, regarding prices, <abbr>etc.</abbr>, and intended after a week or so to make his selection.</p>
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<p>When he left the store he went around by the post-office before going back to work.</p>
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<title>By Easy Stages</title>
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<p>You’re at the wrong place,” said Cerberus. -I “This is the gate that leads to the infernal regions, while it is a passport to Heaven that you have handed me.”</p>
|
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<p>“I know it,” said the departed shade wearily, “but it allows a stop-over here; you see, I’m from Galveston and I have got to make the change gradually.”</p>
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<p>Gentleman with long hair and an expression indicating heavenly resignation stepped off the twelve-thirty train at the Grand Central Depot yesterday. He had a little bunch of temperance tracts in his hand, and he struck a strong scent and followed it up to a red-nosed individual who was leaning on a trunk near the baggage room.</p>
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<p>“My friend,” said the long-haired man, “do you know that if you had placed the price of three drinks out at compound interest at the time of the building of Solomon’s temple, you would now have $47,998,645.22?”</p>
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<title>Chapter 84</title>
|
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<title>Charge of the White Brigade</title>
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|
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<p>Mehitabel, Claribel, Bessie, and Sue</p>
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<p>All in white lawn and ribbons pale blue. Went into a drug store; each sat on a stool,</p>
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<title>City Perils</title>
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<p>Jeremiah Q. Dilworthy lives away up on San Jacinto Street. He walks home every night. On January first, he promised his wife he would not take another drink in a year. He forgot his promise and on Tuesday night we met some of the boys, and when he started home about nine o’clock he was feeling a trifle careless.</p>
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<p><abbr>Mr.</abbr> Dilworthy was an old resident of Houston, and on rainy nights he always walked in the middle of the street, which is well paved.</p>
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<title>Coming to Him</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Coming to Him</h2>
|
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<p>The man who keeps up with the latest scientific discoveries is abroad in the land. He knows all about bacilli, microbes, and all the various newly found foes to mankind. He reads the papers and heeds all the warnings that lead to longevity and safety to mind and limb. He stopped a friend on Main Street yesterday who was hurrying to the post-office and said excitedly:</p>
|
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<p>“Wait a minute, Brown. Do you ever bite your finger nails ?”</p>
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|
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<title>Convinced</title>
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|
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<p>Houston is the dwelling place of a certain young lady who is exceptionally blessed with the gifts of the goddess of fortune. She is very fair to look upon, bright, witty, and possesses that gracious charm so difficult to describe, but so potent to please, that is commonly called personal magnetism. Although cast in such a lonely world, and endowed with so many graces of mind and matter, she is no idle butterfly of fashion, and the adulation she receives from a numerous circle of admirers has not turned her head.</p>
|
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<p>She has a close friend, a young lady of plain exterior, but a sensible and practical mind, whom she habitually consults as a wise counselor and advisor concerning the intricate problems of life.</p>
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|
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|
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<p>Something has been recently disclosed that will fill every chivalrous man in the country with contrition. For a long time men have supposed that the habit of wearing tall hats at the theater by the ladies was nothing more than a lack of consideration on their part for the unfortunate individuals who were so unlucky as to get a seat behind them.</p>
|
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<p>It now appears that the supposition did the fair sex a great injustice. A noted female physician has exposed an affliction that the female sex has long suffered with, and have succeeded up to this time in keeping a profound secret. Their habit of wearing hats in places of public entertainment is the result of a necessity, and relieves them of the charge of selfish disregard of the convenience of others, which has been so often brought against them.</p>
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<title>Decoration Day</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Decoration Day</h2>
|
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<p>Decoration Day has passed, and the graves of the Northern and Southern soldiers have been duly flower strewn, as is meet and fitting. The valor of the North has been told on a thousand rostrums, and the courage of the South has been related from ten hundred platforms. Battles have been fought again, and redoubts retaken. Much has been said of brotherly love and the bridging of the chasm. The Blue has marched abreast to the common meeting place, and the Gray has marched abreast, and they have met and shaken hands and said the war is over. There can be no such thing as a union of the Blue and the Gray. When you pronounce the words you form the bar that separates them. The Blue is one thing and the Gray is another. There should be no more Blue and no more Gray. If a tribute is to be paid to the heroes on either side whom we wish to keep in remembrance, it should be made by American citizens, not divided by the colors of their garments. There is no need to march by grand armies, by camps, or by posts. If there is to be a shaking of hands, let it be by one citizen of the United States with another. The Gray and Blue are things of the past. In the innermost hearts, in the still, quick memories of the South, the Gray will always live, but it should live as in a shrine, hallowed and hidden from pomp and display. As citizens of a common country, we of the South offer our hands to citizens of the North in peace and fellowship, but we do not mingle the Gray with the Blue.</p>
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<title>Chapter 69</title>
|
||||
<title>Delayed</title>
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|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Delayed</h2>
|
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<p>There’S a good time coming—so the optimists all say;</p>
|
||||
<p>When everything will be alive and humming. And we’ll have lots of money and sing and dance all day;</p>
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|
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<title>Chapter 132</title>
|
||||
<title>Eugene Field</title>
|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Eugene Field</h2>
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||||
<p>No gift his genius might have had Of titles high, in church and state, Could charm him as the one he bore,</p>
|
||||
<p>Of children’s poet-laureate.</p>
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|
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|
||||
<title>Even Worse</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Even Worse</h2>
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<p>Two Houston men were going home one rainy night last week, and as they stumbled and plowed through the mud across one of the principal streets, one of them said:</p>
|
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<p>“This is hell, isn’t it?”</p>
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<title>Chapter 104</title>
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<title>‘Explaining It</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">‘Explaining It</h2>
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<p>Member of the Texas Legislature from one of the eastern counties was at the chrysanthemum, show at Turner Hall last Thursday night, and was making himself agreeable to one of the lady managers.</p>
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<p>“You were in the House at the last session, I believe ?” she inquired.</p>
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<p>To be so near—and then to vanish</p>
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<p>Like some unreal creature of the sense; To come so near that every fiber, tingling, Makes ready welcome; then to surge Back into the recesses of the strange, Mysterious unknown. Ye gods!</p>
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<p>Get off the earth,” says I,</p>
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<p>“With your muddy boots and your dirty face;</p>
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<title>Getting Acquainted</title>
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<p>His coat was rusty and his hat out of style, but his nose glasses, secured by a black cord, lent him a distinguished air, and his manner was jaunty and assured. He stepped into a new Houston grocery yesterday, and greeted the proprietor cordially.</p>
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<p>“I’ll have to introduce myself,” he said. “My name is ⸻, and I live next door to the house you have just moved in. Saw you at church Sunday. Our minister also observed you, and after church he says, ‘Brother ⸻, you must really find out who that intelligent-looking stranger is who listened so attentively to-day.’ How did you like the sermon?”</p>
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<title>Chapter 26</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Getting at the Facts</h2>
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<p>It was late in the afternoon and the day staff A was absent. The night editor had just come in, pulled off his coat, vest, collar, and necktie, rolled up his shirt-sleeves and eased down his suspenders, and was getting ready for work.</p>
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<p>Some one knocked timidly outside the door, and the night editor yelled, “Come in.”</p>
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<p>The young lady seated herself and the night editor knitted his brows and read over the poem two or three times to get the main points. He then wrote a few lines upon a sheet of paper and said:</p>
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<p>Now, miss, here is the form in which your item will appear when we print it:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p><b>Fatal Accident</b></p>
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<p>
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<b>Fatal Accident</b>
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</p>
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<p>Last evening <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Alter Ego of this city was killed by the explosion of a kerosene lamp while at work in his room.</p>
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<p>“Now, you see, miss, the item includes the main facts in the case, and—”</p>
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<title>“Goin Home Fur Christmas”</title>
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<p>Pa fussed at ma, and said By gun!</p>
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<p>There wa’n’t no use a talkin’;</p>
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<p>Times wuz too hard to travel round,</p>
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<title>Chapter 110</title>
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<title>Grounds for Uneasiness</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Grounds for Uneasiness</h2>
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<p>When Sousa’s Band was in Houston a week or so ago, Professor Sousa was invited to dine with a prominent citizen who had met him while on a visit to the North.</p>
|
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<p>This gentleman, while a man of high standing and reputation, has made quite a fortune by the closest kind of dealing. His economies in the smallest matters are a fruitful subject of discussion in his neighborhood, and one or two of his acquaintances have gone so far as to call him stingy.</p>
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|
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<title>Guessed Everything Else</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Guessed Everything Else</h2>
|
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<p>A man with a long, sharp nose and a big bundle which he carried by a strap went up the steps of the gloomy-looking brick house, set his bundle down, rang the bell, and took off his hat and wiped his brow.</p>
|
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<p>A woman opened the door and he said: “Madam, I have a number of not only useful but necessary articles here that I would like to show you. First, I want you to look at these elegant illustrated books of travel and biography, written by the best authors. They are sold only by subscription. They are bound in—”</p>
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|
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|
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<title>Had a Use for It</title>
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|
||||
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|
||||
<p>A strong scent of onions and the kind of whisky advertised “for mechanical purposes” came through the keyhole, closely followed by an individual bearing a bulky manuscript under his arm about the size of a roll of wall paper.</p>
|
||||
<p>The individual was of the description referred to by our English cousins as “one of the lower classes,” and by Populist papers as “the bone and sinew of the country,” and the scene of his invasion was the sanctum of a great Texas weekly newspaper.</p>
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|
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<title>Her Failing</title>
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|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Her Failing</h2>
|
||||
<p>They were two Houston girls, and they were taking a spin on their wheels. They met a fluffy girl who didn’t “bike,” out driving with a young man in a buggy.</p>
|
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<p>Of course they must say something about her—as this is a true story and they were real, live girls—so one of them said:</p>
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|
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|
||||
<title>Her Mysterious Charm</title>
|
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|
||||
<p>In the conservatory of a palatial Houston home Roland Pendergast stood with folded arms and an inscrutable smile upon his face, gazing down upon the upturned features of Gabrielle Smithers.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Why is it,” he said, “that I am attracted by you? You are not beautiful, you lack aplomb, grace, and savoir faire. You are cold, unsympathetic and bowlegged.</p>
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|
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|
||||
<title>Her Ruse</title>
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|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Her Ruse</h2>
|
||||
<p>How do I keep John home of nights?” asked a Houston lady cf a friend the other day.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Well, I struck a plan once by a sudden inspiration, and it worked very nicely. John had been in a habit of going down town every night after supper and staying until ten or eleven o’clock. One night he left as usual, and after going three or four blocks he found he had forgotten his umbrella and came back for it. I was in the sitting room reading, and he slipped in the room on his tiptoes and came up behind me and put his hands over my eyes. John expected me to be very much startled, I suppose, but I only said softly, Ts that you, Tom?’ John hasn’t been down town at night since.”</p>
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|
||||
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|
||||
<title>His Dilemma</title>
|
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|
||||
<p>An old man with long white chin whiskers and a derby hat two sizes small, dropped into a Main Street drug store yesterday and beckoned a clerk over into a corner. He was about sixty-five years old, but he wore a bright red necktie, and was trying to smoke a very bad and strong cigar in as offhand a style as possible.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Young man,” he said, “you lemme ask you a few questions, and I’ll send you a big watermelon up from the farm next summer. I came to Houston to see this here carnival, and do some tradin’. Right now, before I go any further, have you got any hair dye?”</p>
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|
||||
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|
||||
<title>His Doubt</title>
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
<p>They lived in a neat little cottage on Prairie Avenue, and had been married about a year. She was young and sentimental and he was a clerk at fifty dollars per month. She sat rocking the cradle and looking at a bunch of something pink and white that was lying asleep, and he was reading the paper.</p>
|
||||
<p>‘‘Charlie,” she said, presently, “you must begin to realize that you must economize and lay aside something each month for the future. You must realize that the new addition to our home that will bring us joy arid pleasure and make sweet music around our fireside must be provided for. You must be ready to meet the obligations that will be imposed upon you, and remember that another than ourselves must be considered, and that as our hands strike the chords so shall either harmony or discord be made, and as the notes mount higher and higher, we shall be held to account for our trust here below. Do you realize the responsibility?”</p>
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|
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|
||||
<title>Chapter 38</title>
|
||||
<title>His Only Opportunity</title>
|
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|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">His Only Opportunity</h2>
|
||||
<p>Last week “The Rainmakers” gave two performances in Houston. At the night performance a prominent local politician occupied one of the front seats, as near to the stage as possible. He carried in his hand a glossy silk hat, and he seemed to be in a state of anxious suspense, fidgeting about in his chair, and holding his hat in both hands straight before him. A friend who occupied a seat directly behind, leaned over and asked the cause of his agitation.</p>
|
||||
<p>“I’ll tell you, Bill,” said the politician in a confidential whisper, “just how it is. I’ve been in politics now for ten years, and I’ve been bemoaned and abused and cussed out, and called so many hard names that I thought I’d like to be addressed in a decent manner once more before I die, and this is about the only opportunity I shall have. There is a sleight-of-hand performance between two of the acts in this show, and the professor is going to step down to the front and say: ‘Will some gentleman kindly loan me a hat?’ Then I’m going to stand up and give him mine, and it’ll make me feel good for a week. I haven’t been called a gentleman in so long. I expect I’ll whoop right out hard when he takes the hat. Excuse me now. I’ve got to be ready and get my hat in first. I see one of the city councilmen over there with an old derby in his hand, and I’ll bet he’s up to the same game.”</p>
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|
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<title>Chapter 87</title>
|
||||
<title>His Tension</title>
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|
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<h2 epub:type="title">His Tension</h2>
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<p>Speaking of the $140,000,000 paid out yearly by the government in pensions,” said a prominent member of Hood’s brigade to the Post’s representative, “I am told that a man in Indiana applied for a pension last month on account of a surgical operation he had performed on him during the war. And what do you suppose that surgical operation was?”</p>
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<p>“Haven’t the least idea.”</p>
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<p>“He had his retreat cut off at the battle of Gettysburg!”</p>
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<p>“You had better move your chair a little further back,” said the old resident. “I saw one of the Judkinses go into the newspaper office just now with his gun, and there may be some shooting.”</p>
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<p>The reporter, who was in the town gathering information for the big edition, got his chair quickly behind a pillar of the hotel piazza, and asked what the trouble was about.</p>
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<p>Hungry Henry: Madam, I am state agent for a new roller-action, unbreakable, double-elastic suspender. Can I show you some?</p>
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<p><abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Lonestreet: No, there ain’t no man on the place.</p>
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<p>He was a great practical joker, and never lost a chance to get a good one on somebody. A few days ago he stopped a friend on Main Street and said, confidentially:</p>
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<p>“I never would have believed it, but I believe it my duty to make it known. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> ⸻, the alderman for our ward, has been taking hush money.”</p>
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<p>A stranger walked into a Houston bank the other day and presented a draft to the cashier for payment.</p>
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<p>“You will have to be identified,” said the cashier, “by some one who knows your name to be Henry B. Saunders.”</p>
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<p>Call a pretty girl a witch</p>
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<p>And she’ll do her best to charm you.</p>
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<p>Poetic fame can be won this way:</p>
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<p>Thanks, young man; I’ll sit awhile,</p>
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<p>And rest while Betsy trades a bit.</p>
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<title>Journalistically Impossible</title>
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<p>Did you report that suicide as I told you to do last night?” asked the editor of the new reporter, a graduate of a school of journalism.</p>
|
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<p>“I saw the corpse, sir, but found it impossible to write a description of the affair.”</p>
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<title>Just a Little Damp</title>
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|
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<p>As the steamer reached Aransas Pass a Galveston man fell overboard. A life buoy was thrown him, but he thrust it aside contemptuously. A boat was hurriedly lowered, and reached him just as he came to the surface for the second time. Helping hands were stretched forth to rescue him, but he spurned their aid. He spat out about a pint of sea water and shouted:</p>
|
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<p>“Go away and leave me alone. I’m walking on the bottom. You’ll run your boat aground in a minute. I’ll wade out when I get ready and go up to a barber shop and get dusted off. The ground’s damp a little, but I ain’t afraid of catching cold.”</p>
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|
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<p>The “lullaby boy” to the same old tune, Who abandons his drum and toys,</p>
|
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<p>For the purpose of dying in early June,</p>
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|
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<title>Knew What Was Needed</title>
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|
||||
<p>A gentleman from Ohio, who has come South on a hunting trip, arrived in H6uston, rather late one night last week, and on his way to a hotel stoppecLin a certain saloon to get a drink. A colored man was behind the bar temporarily and served him with what he wanted. The gentleman had his shotgun in its case, and he laid it upon the bar while waiting.</p>
|
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<p>“Is there any game about here?” he asked, after paying for his drink.</p>
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|
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<title>Leap Year Advice</title>
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|
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<p>Spinsters must be up and doing: 1896 will be the only leap year for the next eight years. Once in every four years the wise men who made the calendar insert an extra day so that the average year will not be so short. Once in every hundred years this extra day is omitted, and a leap year is also dropped. The year 1900 will not be a leap year. Unmarried ladies who yearn for matrimonial chains, and have been left standing in the comer by fickle man must get to work. If they fail in landing their prize during 1896 they will have to wait eight years more before they can propose again. Therefore they should work early and late during the present year.</p>
|
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<p>The following communication pertaining to the subject was received yesterday.</p>
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|
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<title>Lucky Either Way</title>
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|
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<p>The Memphis Commercial-Appeal, in comA menting on errors in grammar made by magazines, takes exception to an error in construction occurring in Gode/s Magazine in which, in J. H. Connelly’s story entitled “<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Pettigrew’s Bad Dog,” a character is made to say: “You will be lucky if you escape with only marrying one.”</p>
|
||||
<p>A man says this to another one who is being besieged by two ladies, and the Commercial-Appeal thinks he intended to say: “You will be lucky if you escape with marrying only one.”</p>
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|
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|
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<title>Marvelous</title>
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|
||||
<p>There is one man we know who is about as clever a reasoner as this country has yet produced. He has a way of thinking out a problem that is sometimes little short of divination. One day last week his wife told him to make some purchases, and as with all his logical powers he is rather forgetful on ordinary subjects, she tied a string around his finger so he would not forget his errand. About nine o’clock that night while hurrying homeward, he suddenly felt the string on his finger and stopped short. Then for the life of him he could not remember for what purpose the string had been placed there.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Let’s see,” he said. “The string was tied on my finger so I would not forget. Therefore it is a forget-me-not. Now forget-me-not is a flower. Ah, yes, that’s it. I was to get a sack of flour.”</p>
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|
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|
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<title>No Help for It</title>
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|
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<p>John,” said a Houston grocer the other day to one of his clerks. “You have been a faithful and competent clerk, and in order to .show my appreciation, I have decided to take you into partnership. From this time on you are to have a share in the business, and be a member of the firm.”</p>
|
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<p>“But, sir,” said John anxiously, “I have a family to support. I appreciate the honor, but I fear I am too young for the responsibility. I would much rather retain my present place.”</p>
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|
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<p>A young Houston mother rushed into die house the other day in the utmost excitement, calling out to her mother to put an iron on the fire as quick as possible.</p>
|
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<p>“What is the matter?” asked the old lady.</p>
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|
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<title>“Not So Much a Tam Fool”</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">“Not So Much a Tam Fool”</h2>
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<p>A man without a collar, wearing a white vest and holes in his elbows, walked briskly into a Congress Street grocery last Saturday with a package in his hand and said:</p>
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<p>Here, Fritz, I bought two dozen eggs here this afternoon, and I find your clerk made a mistake, I—”</p>
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<p>You can tell your paper,” the great man said,</p>
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<p>I refused an interview.</p>
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<title>Chapter 91</title>
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<title>One Consolation</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">One Consolation</h2>
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<p>Breakfast was over and Adam had gone -U to his daily occupation of pasting the names of the animals on their cages. Eve took the parrot to one side and said: “It was this way. He made a big kick about those biscuits not being good at breakfast.”</p>
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<p>“And what did you say?” asked the parrot.</p>
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<title>Chapter 80</title>
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<title>“Only to Lie—”</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">“Only to Lie—”</h2>
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<p>Only to lie in the evening,</p>
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<p>Watching the drifting clouds, O’er the blue heavens sailing; Mystical, dreamlike shrouds. Watching the purple shadows Filling the woodland glades,</p>
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<title>Chapter 30</title>
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<title>Prompt</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Prompt</h2>
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<p>He raised his arm to strike, but lax and slow His arm fell nerveless to his side.</p>
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<p>He might have struck a mighty ringing blow. A blow that might have been his joy and pride.</p>
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<title>Chapter 112</title>
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<title>Recognition</title>
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<section id="recognition" epub:type="volume se:short-story">
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<h2 epub:type="title">Recognition</h2>
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<p>The new woman came in with a firm and confident tread. She hung her hat on a nail, stood her cane in the corner, and kissed her husband gayly as he was mixing the biscuit for supper.</p>
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<p>“Any luck to-day, dearie?’ asked the man as his careworn face took on an anxious expression.</p>
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<title>Chapter 13</title>
|
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<title>Reconciliation</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Reconciliation</h2>
|
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<p>A One-Act Drama</p>
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<p>Dramatis Personae—A Houston married couple.</p>
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<title>Chapter 120</title>
|
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<title>Red Conliris Eloquence</title>
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<p>They were speaking of the power of great orators, and each one had something to say of his especial favorite.</p>
|
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<p>The drummer was for backing Bourke Cockran for oratory against the world, the young lawyer thought the suave Ingersoll the most persuasive pleader, and the insurance agent advanced the claims of the magnetic W. C. P. Breckenridge.</p>
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<head>
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<title>Chapter 43</title>
|
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<title>Relieved</title>
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<link href="../css/core.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"/>
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|
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<p>A Houston gentleman who is worth somewhere up in the hundreds of thousands and lives on eleven dollars a week, was sitting in his private office a few days ago, when a desperatelooking man entered and closed the door carefully behind him. The man had an evil, villainouslooking face, and in his hand he held with the utmost care an oblong, square-shaped package. “What do you want?” asked the capitalist.</p>
|
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<p>“I must have money,” hissed the stranger. I am starving while you are rolling in wealth. Do you see this little package? Do you know what it contains?”</p>
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<title>Chapter 71</title>
|
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<title>Revenge</title>
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|
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|
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<blockquote epub:type="z3998:epigraph">
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<title>Ridiculous</title>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Ridiculous</h2>
|
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<p>He following conundrum was left at the office yesterday by a young man, who immediately fled:</p>
|
||||
<p>“Why is the coming Sunday like a very young body?”</p>
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<title>Chapter 73</title>
|
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<title>Rileys Luck</title>
|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Rileys Luck</h2>
|
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<p>Riley was a lazy fellow,</p>
|
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<p>Never worked a bit;</p>
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|
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<title>Chapter 133</title>
|
||||
<title>Slightly Mixed</title>
|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Slightly Mixed</h2>
|
||||
<p>A certain Houston racing man was married some months ago. He also is the proud possessor of a fine two-year-old filly that has made five and a half furlongs in 1.09 and he expects her to do better at the next races. He has named the filly after his wife and both of them are dear to his heart. A Post man who ran across him yesterday found him quite willing to talk.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Yes,” he said, “I am the happiest man in Texas. Bessie and I are keeping house now and getting quite well settled down. That filly of mine is going to do wonders yet. Bessie takes as much interest in her as I do. You know I have named her for my wife. She is a thoroughbred. I tell you it’s fine to see her trotting around at home.”</p>
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|
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<title>Chapter 103</title>
|
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<title>Solemn Thoughts</title>
|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Solemn Thoughts</h2>
|
||||
<p>The golden crescent of the new moon hung above the market house, and the night was cool, spring-like, and perfect.</p>
|
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<p>Five or six men were sitting in front of the Hutchins House, and they had gradually shifted their chairs until they were almost in a group.</p>
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|
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<title>Chapter 135</title>
|
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<title>Some Ancient News Notes</title>
|
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|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Some Ancient News Notes</h2>
|
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<p>It will be remembered that a short while ago, some very ancient documents and records were discovered in an old monastery on <abbr>Mt.</abbr> Sinai, where they have been kept filed away by the monks among their dusty archives. Some of them antedate the oldest writings previously known by one hundred years. The finders claim that among them are the original Scripture traced in Syriac language, and that they differ in many material ways from the translation in use. We have procured some advance sheets from the discoverers and in a few fragments given below our readers will perceive that human nature was pretty much the same a thousand years ago. It is evident from the palimpsests in our possession that newspapers were not entirely unknown even at that early date. We give some random translations from the original manuscripts:</p>
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|
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|
||||
<title>Some Day</title>
|
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|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Some Day</h2>
|
||||
<p>Some day—not now; oh, ask me not again; Impassioned, low, and deep, with wild regret;</p>
|
||||
<p>Thy words but fill my heart with haunting pain—Some day, but oh, my friend—not yet—not yet.</p>
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|
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<title>Chapter 123</title>
|
||||
<title>Somebody Lied</title>
|
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||||
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|
||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Somebody Lied</h2>
|
||||
<p>Two men went into a saloon on Main Street yesterday and braced up solemnly to the bar. One was an old man with gray whiskers, the other was a long, lanky youth, evidently his son. Both were dressed like farm hands and they appeared somewhat bewildered at the splendor of the saloon.</p>
|
||||
<p>The bartender asked them what they would have.</p>
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|
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<title>Chapter 22</title>
|
||||
<title>Something for Baby</title>
|
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||||
<h2 epub:type="title">Something for Baby</h2>
|
||||
<p>This is nothing but a slight jar in the happy holiday music; a minor note struck by the finger of Fate, slipping upon the keys, as anthems of rejoicing and Christmas carols make the Yuletide merry.</p>
|
||||
<p>The Post man stood yesterday in one of the largest fancy and drygoods stores on Main Street, watching the throng of well-dressed buyers, mostly ladies, who were turning over the stock of Christmas notions and holiday goods.</p>
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|
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<title>Chapter 98</title>
|
||||
<title>Speaking of Big Winds</title>
|
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<h2 epub:type="title">Speaking of Big Winds</h2>
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<p>The man with the bronzed face and distinguished air was a great traveler, and had just returned from a tour around the world. He sat around the stove at the Lamlor, and four or five drummers and men about town listened with much interest to his tales.</p>
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<p>He was speaking of the fierce wind storms that occur in South America, when the long grass of the pampas is interlaced and blown so flat by the hurricanes that it is cut into strips and sold for the finest straw matting.</p>
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<head>
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<title>Chapter 58</title>
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<title>Spring</title>
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<section id="spring" epub:type="volume se:short-story">
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<h2 epub:type="title">Spring</h2>
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<p>A Dialect Poem</p>
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<p>Oh, dinna ye fash yT sel’ hinny,</p>
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