Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1881-10-27

'Wny don't you have some stile
about you" said the man who had
looked along mile of barbed fence
for an entrance.
Don't cut" murmured a sleepy Gus
toner in the BARRIERS chair, fresh from
an all night-poker party-"don't cut
let 'em un."-Burdate.
A steamer just arrived at Baltimore,
from Liverpool, brought over fourteen
young Irish boys, who had hidden
themselves ON the steamer at the Liver.
pool dock.
Prince Victor Napoleon, one of the
two young sons of Prince Jerome Ma
poleon, has, with his fathers permits
sion, enlisted as private in an artillery
regiment.
Mrs. E. b. Washburne is staying in
Paris with her two daughters. Mr..
and Mrs. l.. z. Morton will not occupy
their new mansion there before the
end of November.
The losses by the Michigan forest fires
are put by careful estimates at 81 ,346,-
313, with insurance amounting to 1928
632, leaving net loss of 81, 722,6S1.
DR.. ]. G. Holland, the, poet and
writer, who died in New York on Wed
nesday, had been troubled with heart
disease for some time. He leaves a
wife, two grown daughters, and a son,
who is in Yale College,
Miss Annie Louise Cary is i'll at the
fremont House in Boston, having
caught severe cold last week, and has
been forbidden by her physician to sing
at present.
Richard M. Staigg, the artist, who
died few days ago, was one of Bos.
tons most successful portrait painters,
snd AS is rarely the case, had made a
fortune by his brush.
Jersey Queen" famous Vermont
cow, owned in feacham, gave 4, 403
pounds of milk during the first one
hundred days of her yearly test, making
two hundred and ffty-one pounds Of
butter.
A drunkard took his eleven-year old
boy with him on spree, at Maquoketa,
Iowa, and gave him as much liquor as
he dram himself. The boy died in a
stupor of intoxieation.
A search through large number of
reports of Garfield memorial services
in various cities reveals only one prayer
for Guiteau, and that was uttered by a
oolored clergyman in Louisville.
Mustapha, the exiled minister of the
Bey of Tupis, lives in luxury in Paris,
where he has invested fortune in
house property. The Grand Duke
Nicholas is one of his tenants, the
crown princess of Brazil another.
When a Chicago woman wants di-
yorce she gets witnesses to swear that
she has Just discovered her husband to
be St. Louis man, and the court re-
leases her from the disgusting misalli-
ance at once.-Boston Post.
The convicts in the Ohio penitentiary
have sent one hundred dollars to the
Michigan sufferers. They raised this
sum by denying themselves the luxury
of tobacco and the sale of trinkets which
they had made.
Two successive editors of an Idaho
newspaper were shot and killed in the
same sanctum. The present editor has
posted up the followidg sarcastic sign :
"No shooting allowed in this ROOM"
A weeping widower fell into his wife's
grave during funeral at Decatur, ILL.,,
and as he climbed out his language
was so shockingly profane that the
clergyman felt compelled to reprove
him.-Erchanqe.
If you want to employ white
washer contract with him to white
wash the floors, the furniture, and
everything but the ceiling. Then
he may get some whitewash on the
ceiling.
The newspaper men in the Manga
tuck Valley are fearful the wells will
become exhausted. However, they
can comfort themselves with the rehec.
ton that they are not in any way re-
sponsible for it, Danbay Nelcs.
A gentleman. in conversation with a
lady, vaunted the grace and wisdom of
a new acquaintance whom he had met
at a watering-place. is she pretty"
asked the lady. Not so bad" he an
swered; Indeed, she resembles you
somewhat--in look. "-LeFigaro.
A very absent-minded man, who
often asked a friend to dine with
him, but almost always forgot to be
himself at home on the day named,
meeting his friend in the street said
Come and dine with me on Thursday"
and added, graciously, Il willhe there.
Paris Figaro.
He was at breakfast, wrestling with
a piece of remarkably tough veal. His
wife said to him, "You always say
there's something to be thankful for in
everything, fancy you'd be puzzled
to find something to be thankful for in
that veal. "Not at ALL ne cheerfully
responded, stopping so breathe; 81 was
lust thinking how gratefulwe should
be we met it when it was young"
Mr. Sampson Low, the well-knoSn
London publisher, who is far advanced
toward 80 years of age, has just been
brought to grief by the loss of his Sec