St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-09-10
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Peddler-I am introducing a new kind
of hair brush which,
Business Man Gmpatiently)-Pve no
use for hair brush. Can't you see Pm
! bald?
Peddler-Yes, sir. Your lady, per-
hapS-
Business Marshes bald, too, except
when she goes out.
Peddler-YeS, sir. Child at home. prob
ably? - ~ '0''' -
Business Man-Only month old.
Bald, too.
Peddler-You keep pet dog, maybe.
Business Man-We do; but It's hair
less dog.
Peddler (desperately)-Can't sell you
a fly trap, sir?-Chicago Tribune.
Jones met his chum, Smith, last night
going home with two quarts of ice
cream. Being invited to assist in its
destruction he accepted. and was soGn
one OF a merry party of six. Jones is
great lover OF the frozen luxury, and the
otherS being rather moderate eaters, he
soon discovered that he had put himself
outside of three heaping saucerfuls.
AS ne rose to go, he said, with a smile:
Il assure you, | have enjoyed the
cream very much"
| wei, Mr.. JONES'" said one of the
Misses Brown, archly, ''you surely en-
! Joyed very much of the cream. "-Yonk-
ers Statesman.
a public meeting at Avignon, in
which Naquet, st. Martin and Laguerre
spoke In favor of Gen. Boulanger. was
heid IN the large courtyard of an inn.
WINE Senator Naquet-Who is rather
deat-Was holding forth, a hen was
ABOUT TO lay an egg, and began to
cackie vigorously by way of ANNOUNCE
ing the fact. The indignant orator, be-
MS electors, exclaimed:
Those who interrupt me in such a
1aShion are the worst enemies of the re-
publicr' --'~' - ''i0
Inc statement was received with ire
mendouS applause and loud laughter
Courier du Centre.
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You do not answer me. darlingI
You do not speakI"
Lenore Armlyn slowly lifts her bronze
crowned head and turns to the pleading,
handsome man who bends to catch her
iiightest whisper, face of dazzling love-
llness; grandly perfect, queenly face,
on when the morning sunshine glim-
mers as it falls through curtains of
misty priceless lace, but it finds in that
'ttSN nv nav VI COIOI Vi contour. DIE
though the lips part like the petals of n
summer rose, the whispered word falls
all too family even to reach the lovers
ear.
A orlet moment Wayne Clifford feels
MS neart quicken and thrOb with pas
sion that quiVers in his very soul, when
her calm gray eyes meet his for an in
StalI before they drOOp under his ardent
gaze. He bends his proud and graceful
figure still lower to listen.
whisper it once again, my darlingp'
he pleads. Let me know my fate from
your own dear lips dear, whether thev
bid me live OF whisper only my death
sentence, for life without you is death.
LOU cannot cannot turn away from
me; you cannot throw away the rich
mine of love l pour at your feet: Won
are life, and light and hope to me: tell
me you love me, darlingr'
Again the faint suspicion of a blush
crosses the Beautiful face and dies
away under the white collar at her
throat as the serene eyes lift them
selves timidly to his own and the soft
arched lips part again with whisper,
all but inaudible.
With quick, impulsive movement
he drops upon his knees before her: she
can feel the earnest gaze of his dark,
Ih"ShiHCCHb eyes burning upon her
face, love unutterable in their every
glance.
Speak to me here!" he cried, his
rich voice trembling with passionate
energy. Speak to me here, at your
feet, and tell me that have found your
heart! Tell me that | have found it
and it is miner'
The sweet face bends lower and
nearer to his own; the beautiful arched
lips part with a quivering tenderness
that melts in the sunbeam that kisses
them, and family, yet clearly as the
distant echo of a silver bell, WAYNE
Clifford hears her murmur:
''Rats.'
For moment the strong man bowed
under the blow, like a pine tree bending
before the Alpine blast. and then-years
afterward he could not tell how, and it
only happened three days ago-he stag
gered out into the air and stood like
mad in dream on the front steps of
her fathers house. the mellow morning
sunlight bathing his splendid figure as
he bent to brush the dust and carpe'
lint from the knees of his trousers.