The Lake Charles echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1876-1898, 1876-10-05
GRAVE AND GAY.

inquired a sympathizing friend of q
young man who intimated that he had
had some difficulty with his sweetheart
Yes, she returned it, and that is exact.
Iy what the trouble is. She said sba
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 were suffering for want
of fire, or the United States treasury for
want of some body to rob it.
New York Herald "PersonaI"-Nv
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
The editor of a Mississippi paper
wrote: "Our fair last week exhibited
among other things, a collection of in.
sects," but the interesting typo substi
tuted chair" for fair, and the editor has
since dyed, to change the color of his
hair, which was a cross between a dark
brown and the color Of Kentucky bag.
ging,
.."I'll bet a sheep" said old Mere
dith to his better half, "that our boy
Ohio is going crazy; for he's GRIMM at
the barn, and he's GRIMM to himself
wherever he goes" "Pshaw old man."
said his wife, "you don't know nothin'.
The critters got a love-letter"
1t was evening. Three of them
were killing a cat. One of them held a
lantern, another a cat, and the third
jammed the pistol into the cats ear, and
fred, shooting the man into the hand
whe held the cat, and the one holding
the lantern was wounded in the arm.
The cat left when it saw how matters
stood, and that ill-feeling was being en-
gendered.
Mrs. Sarah F. Holt, an aged lady of
Nashua, Mass, expired suddenly upon
her husbands coffin. She had gone into
the parlor where the remains other hus-
band had been prepared for burial
Looking into the face of the dead, she
said, quietly: Chow can I 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 and 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 afore My love fer
you will ever flow like water running
down later row. Bring piece as long
as your arm, and have a 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-
faIlibly," answers the man of medicine,
taking from his pockets paper full of
figures "Here, look at the statistics of
your case; you will find shat one per
cent. of those attacked with you malady
are cured" WE'LL" 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 a fail
ure; that there was nothing new under
the sun; that he had found out the
GOODNESS and hollowness of friendship,
and that no sensation could arouse MIN
from the apathy that was sleeping his
soul in torpor, when man tossing pack
ages of brown paper from warehouse to
a wagon smote him ON the pit of the
stomach, and give him Il sensation which
knocked the wind and the nonsense out
of him at one and the same time.
,"Suppose, Belle" said a poor but
honest Chicago youth to Prairie avenue
girl one day, Suppose that a 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