Morning journal and courier., 1889-06-05
TR USTY.

Honor among thieves is doubtless sort of steal trust.-Lawrence American.
 If you are travelling in Pullman car you want to give fat man wide berth.-New Orleans Picayune.
 One can never know how good sugar tastes until one tries it in association with the early strawberry. Boston Transcript.
 When poor doctor gets his first case peo- pie are always glad for him, but they are sorry for the patient.-Somerville Journal.
 Now that the berry season is here, who will start 8 subscription to bury few of the loud mouthed huksterss-Somerville Jour nal.
 The new English gunboats are all named after birds. They must expect them to take to flight at the first talarm.-Baltimore Amer iean.
 Mrs. Blobson-'tJohn, there are two hats on the front rack, one "a and the other an 91S. Somebody must have exchanged with you" Mir. Blobson-"No, my dear. One of them is my evening hat and the other my morning hat You see, we men are rather following the women this year in the matter of fashion. ."-Burlingto Free Press. Living skeleton (only one in America, at dime museum)--"These folks make me tired.n Sympathetic visitor-sIn what wayf' Living skeleton-"Hers I am earning $500 8 week as the greatest living skeleton, yet houl after hour, day in an day out, one old wo- ! man after another stops an chins and chins | at me about the things I ought to eat to get ! fat. ."-New York Weekly.
 I Folks are curious lot. Leastwise that's l what Fogleton thinks. He tried the experi' ment, just for fun, of putting sign, "Lool out for paint" on his fence, and in less thar an hour twenty persons slapped their hand \ on the dry boards, and one man leaned III against them for ten minutes and then wen of with terribly disappointed look on his face when the paint didn't come oh.-Bos ton Transcript.
 They got on to a street car. together an, rode for mile and half, and from the yer. start the younger woman kept up constan chattering. She talked of the weather, ney I bonnets, dress goods, the Latimsr case, tn l latest suicide and a score of other things, an
 as she finally rose up to go she said: "Well I'm glad we met; will you exchange cardsa
 Madam, that old lady is as deaf as stone,
 said one of the passengers. "Is 1t possiblea
 "It is. Didn't you notice that she paid n
 attention to anything you saidf' "Didn' shep "No, ma'am." "WelI, that's queer.
 "Nor any of the rest of us, na'am." Sh 1 looked hard at him for few seconds, he
 fingers worked oonvulsively, and then she | said, 'Thank you," and dropped off the car I-Detroit Free Press.
 "No, papa, cannet give him up."
 Such were the words that fell from tn quivering lips of the fair daughter of Morti mer Boggs, the wealthy plumber of Monetsr square, who in unsympathetie language hat conjured his daughter to send young Fustol 1 about his business.
 "No, papa" she repeated, the pearls o sadness in her eyes rejecting like diamond the dazzling light of the costly chandelier
 '1 cannot give Arthur up. You ought not | l ask it. At least, papa, a,"-and her bIeas heaved with powerful sigh-"not until tn strawberry festival season is over."
 The heart of the stern parent was softened 1 He pressed her to his bosom, while his fac
 was irrsdisted with glow of pride, and b
 murmured, "Evangeline, you are indse your fathers child. Let it be as you say
 But make the most of your opportunity l Boston Transcript.