The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1889-11-19

| fat shipper and they talked thus :
sald "he""what shaky legs old Keene
has, I'd huff sight rather see a circus
than this, wouldn't you p You bet"
said "she,' that girl Maria, or what
ever he calls her, s right onto haint
she ? "Oh toPble" said "he," have
you seen Billy lately, they say he's
,, goin' to be married coon LA. is that
so, says "she," "who to?" Il shan't
tell you," said "he," "Oh you mean
thing said "she"-and then | turned
my deaf ear to them and tried to for
get their torturing buzz in the play,
but il was no use and the PrOwler,
along with everybody near the couple
had to bear the annoyance. without
reaching out and with one fell swoop
putting an end to their poor little ex-
istence.
Mr.. Keene might have missed re-
ceiving a kindly tribute from the
Elks during his stay in this city, but
he also missed puzzling his mind over
the perplexing question of what the
floral design was intended to represent,
which was meant for him. The
Providers bright lady friend declared
it resembled pan of buttermilk while
a certain proprietor of d dry goods
emporium asserted that il
bore a striking resemblance to a peach
pie.
A young man writes to the Prowler
and asks advice. Here it is. If
your 'solid girl' objects to your
wearing a small tuft of hair on your
chin don't wear it, don't wear any
thing which will cause her to think
less IF you. Part your hair in the
middle if she says so, or if she wants
it parted both ways part it both ways.
Don't let little thing like a hair
split your love. Love is too sweet,
too full of heaven on this earth for
trifes to break it of. Beware youn g
man.
Three handsome and, we'll known
ladies of this city, had little lark u
few nights ago which was all right
and which they enjoyed very much.
They went to the Ministries without
escorts in the shape of monster
man" and while there they enjoyed
the bright witticisms as much as any
of the boys. 1t Was all right, o:
course, but they forgot it was prayer
meeting night and now they are puz-
zling what excuse they will give
should their absence be commented
upon by their pastor.
Bob Ingersoll is credited viii a
pretty little bit of word painting
which is going the rounds entitled
A Ciild's Laugh. But did
any of the Providers readers
ever stop to think bow very
beautiful is mothers voice. How
many sweet echoes it leaves even
after it is silent in the grave. Who
can sing a lullaby like a mother, who
can round a welcome like a mother,
who can pity and soo.he and comfort
like mother. Every tone runs the
gamut of feeling, every sobbing voice
of the wind is heard in her sympathy.
every song of the angels is heard in
her counsel and every throb of Gods
goodness to His children finds a
medium in her prayers. Oh sweet is
child's life, sweet with its freedom
from care. but a mothers voice is
threnodv of melody which is sweeter
than the sweetest, better than the
best, and hottest of the holy. Gid
pity those who have out of this life
lost a mothers voice.
Among the many instances afforded
tie observer of what young men may
accomplish right here in Missouri by
means of integrity, industry. perse-
verance and suavity, is Emile w.
Moore, of Bunceton, in this state. A
country boy with only a common
school education few years ago he
was country school teacher, when
scarcely old enough to be out of school
himself, but he wanted to do some
thing for himself and that was
all he could do at that time.