The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1876-09-15

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in the rural mind Two western New
York girls, during the absence Of mater
familias, sawed OFF the tops of their bed
stead for balls.
-" Did she not return your love'.|
inquired a sympathizing friend of a
young man who intimated that he had
had some difficulty with his sweetheart.
Yes, she returned it, and that is exact
ly what the trouble is She said she
didn't want it,"
.Courier-Journal: 1t is said that the
Icelanders are actually suffering for want
OF ice this summer. We should almost
as soon have expected to hear that the
Pandemoniumers we're suffering for want
of fire, or the United States treasury for
want of some body to rob it.
New York Herald Personality
own sweet wife, though many weary
miles divide us, ! am with you ever.
Think of me ever. sweetheart, and be
sure that every thought of mine is OF
you only, for love you, darling; love
you, and ! am all, all your own-your
husband, darling, forever and forever
.."I'll bet sheep" said old Mere
dith to his better half "that our boy
Otho is going crazy; for he's sgrinnin' at
the barn, and he's GRIMM 10 himself
wherever he goes" % i'shaw old man."
said his wife, "you don't know nothin'
The critters got love-letterr'
Mrs. Sarah f. Holt, sn aged lady OF
Nashua, Mass, expired suddenly upon
rsr tlusaossna,v soss..- 49, 49,, is,is,
the parlor where the remains Other hus-
band had been prepared for burial.
Looking into the face of the dead, she
said, quietly: "How can live without
you, Henry" ?" Then, putting her hand
to her head, she tottered and was about
to fall, but, being caught by friend, she
was assisted TO chair aud Immediately
expired.
This note from a Chicago girl TO her
lover was made public through lawsuit:
" Dear Samie Pap's watermellons are
ripe Come and bring some more poe
try like you brought aiore. Ny love fer
you will ever flow Ike water running
down tater row. Bring a piece rs long
as your arm, and have heap more
about them raving ringlits and other
sweet things. Come mex Sunday and
don't fole me-"
Patient TO his doctor-"And it is
really true that ! shall recover % "In-
fallibly," answers the man of medicine,
taking from bis pockets paper full of
figures "Here, look at the statistics Of
your case you will find :hat one per
cent. of those attacked with you malady
are cured" Well" says the sick man
in an unsatisfed manner. "Well, you
are the hundredth person With this
disease that have had under my care,
and the first ninety nine are all dead"
He complained that life was fail
ure that there was nothing new under
the sun; that he had found out the
coldnegs and hollowness Of friendship,
and that no sensation could arouse MIN
from the apathy that was sleeping his
soul in torpor, when a man tossing pack
ages of brown paper from a warehouse to
wagon smote him on the pit Of the
stomach, and give him sensation which
knocked the wind and the nonsense ort
of him at one and the same time.
In thieving town of Michigan,
year or two ago, when the country was
full Of agents aud almost every body was
agent for something or other, certain
infant of that town, being blessed ly the
advent Of baby brother, wa5'Se,y
inquisitive as TO where the little stranger
came from. Being informed that DIR.
S-had brought it, he stood in a brown
study for moment, when, with the
intelligent look of one who has solved a
difficult matter, he asked: "Say, pa, Is
he the agent for them ?'
Suppose, Belle" said a poor but
honest Chicago youth To Prairie avenue
girl one day, suppose that young man
loved you dearly--very dearly-but was
afraid to ask you TO marry him, maybe
because he was very timid, OF felt too
poor, or something, what would you
think of such case?7 ThinkT' an
swered the girl, Immediately, Why, if
he was poor, should think that he was
doing just right in keeping still about
itp' The question was dropped right
there.