The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-12-08

name, one being marked dead"
Three months after the same bill got
into new lot that was forwarded.
When the list came back the name was
marked "still dead
She was dancing the "Boston
Dip" and dipped so low that her re-
spected mother-in-law interposed with
protest, between the sets. "You
dance very gracefully, my DEAR she
said, but = and she paused Eyes,
I've taken my dip-low-ma, you mean
to say, don't you?''
Miss Libbie Minkler, the young
lady of Rochelle, ILL.,, who lost both her
arms few years ago by an accident
with reaper, is reported to have taken
the second premium for pencil drawing
at the Morgan County Fair. When it
is remembered that she has to hold her
pencil with her teeth it will be readily
admitted that she must be young lady
of perseverance as well as taste.
Using Latin instead of plain English
seems to have had something to do
with the death by an overdose of aconite
of Isaac L. Wadleigh, of East Green
witch, r. L., the other day. The ply
stefan wrote ter die in his directions,
and it was not understood whether that
meant three times in the natural day of
twenty-four hours, or three times dur
ing the daytime, and following the
latter Interpretation killed him.
"A resident who reached home by
a noon train, after an absence of two
Of h., l., -,
eight-years-old son, who loudly well
coined him. "And is everybody
well, Willie?" asked his father 1.-The
wellest kind" replied the boy. "And
nothing has happened?' Nothing at
all. I've been good, Jennie's been
good, and | never saw ma behave her.
self so well as she has this time"
Deacon Duncan sat in the office of
the San Francisco Saving Bank that he
he had plundered. The thirty days
rule was in force, for this was before
the final collapse. An energetic wom-
an pushed her way into his presence,
and demanded her money. The deacon
said that she couldn't have it. She
drew a revolver, aimed at his head
and said that she would get the cash or
out would 90 his brains. She got the
cash, and the deacon, although his
reputation for honesty is gone, retains
his brains.
These silver twenty-cent pieces
have one most remarkable popularity.
When man is spending one of them, he
can swear, from the way it feels, with
out ever looking att, thatitis quarter,
and he never knows any better until the
tradesman hands it back to him. But
when the same man is getting his
change he can tell a twenty-cent piece
with his eyes shut and one hand tied
behind him, by the way it feels when it
touches his honest palm. The Govern
ment ought to do something to remedy
this defect. -Hd1Ok-Eye.
The Brooklyn On. " papers tell a
romantic yarn about a wealthy Brook
Ign girl Miss Ella ", who, in the sum-
mer of 1874, fell desperately in love
with ga lean, lanky Bennington boy
during a summer sojourn in Vermont
The Bennington boy demanded her
hand of the proud old father, who
stormed and refused, but finally prom
ised that the marriage might take place
at the expiration Of three years. The
pair proved true to each other; the
wedding was appointed for q recent
Wednesday at the family's villa on the
Hudson, and every preparation was
made; the young man wrote on Mon
day that he was on his way; but he
didn't come, and no trace of him can
be found. The disconsolate girl thinks
that he has been made away with, while
Others believe that the "cruel parent
in the case has paid him good fat sum
to disappear.
IF YOU WANT KISS, TAKE 1T.
There's jolly Saxon proverb
That is pretty much like this:
That man is half in heaven
When he has woman's kiss.
But there's danger in delaying,
And the sweetness may forsake it:
So tell you, bashful lover,
If you want kiss, why, take it,
Never let another fellow
Steal march on you in this;
Never let laughing maiden
See you spelling for kiss.
There's royal way of kissing,
And the jolly ones who make it
Have motto that is winning
If you want kiss, why, take it.
Any fool may face cannon
Any BOBBY wear crown;
But a man must win woman
If he'd have her for his own.
Would you have the golden apple
You must find the tree and shake it:
If the thing is worth the having,
And you want kiss, why, take it.
Who would burn upon desert
With forest smiling by!
Who would give his sunny summer
For bleak and wintry sky.
Oh, tell you there is magic,
And you cannot, cannot break it,
For the sweetest part of living
Is to want kiss and-take it.
Alleged Cruelty to Cigar Makers.