The Ottawa free trader., 1889-04-20

gently pusheu tue eiecrio puitoh nv "'s
best girls front door last Sunday evening
The young lady in the case | will name
Angelica Ripple Gusther. Angelica Ripple
answered the bell. The usual osculatory
business through with makes the hour nine.
There is ring of the bell 1t is Papa Gus.
ther. He grasps Lorenzo Adair McGinnis'
hand in a familiar way.
"Ah, Mr.. McGinnisr he exclaimed, "isn't
Mr., our candidate for mayor fine man?
tell you he is the kind Of man we want in
this here town He's got the right kind OF
a head None of your last rose Of summer
about him He's all right, ain't he, MIR.
McGinnis?"
McGinnis was warm supporter Of the
other candidate, Mr.. He squirmed in
his chair and looked appealingly at Angeli-
ca, to whom he had expressed a very decid
ed opinion, concerning the gentleman of
whom her pa had been speaking. He dared
not offend Gusther and he did not wish to
play the hypocrite before Angelica.
"I-oh, yes-really know-that is,
Mr.. Gusther-I-hum--yer-er-he is a
nice man. Don't you, u,-well-er-think he'll
be lected-er-(looks at his watch) good
ness, | must make that train-good bye
Angelica good bye Mr.. Gusther-"
The brute went home. and to bed. He
told me the story on Monday, and said that
| if Gusther's candidate is defeated he would
not have the nerve to face him for month,
for he is sure that Angelica has put his foot
in it by telling her pa of the previous con.
versation.
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Two young men are drawn apart from q
crowd and talk in low tones. When any one
passes them by they are silent. What is the
mighty secret of state; what matter of in
tense import-what the interest of public
men-what are they talking about? was IN
position to know. My position was just
one foot away, but they did not know it.
They were saying this:
First Y. M.--"Betcherlife I'll do that
sucker next time | meet him.
Second Y. M" Betcherlife I'll help
you!'
This was all, nothing more. Yet fifty
eyes had glanced at them inquisitivelY,
This was week ago. The police have re-
ported no one donen as vet
#**
was an interested listener to a discus.
sion which took place in an up town Office
one afternoon of last week There were
six in the party, and for some unaccOunta
Bile reason the conversation turned upon
death and funerals l will give no names,
for know that the gentleman do not wish
to be brought forward in the matter.
"When de-" said one. 81 want to die
alone. don't want a lot of sniveliug idi-
OTIS about my couch to make my last hours
miserable. | want a quiet funeral, no os,
tentation, a few flowers, and no canting
minister to extol virtues that never pos
sessed'
81" said another, want my family about
me when pass away. | want to shake the
hands of friends and bid them good bye. !
want nice funeral, a minister to say a
good word for me, plenty of white flowers
and black clOt h-covered casket."
Several others spoke, all taking one side
or the other, and then Mr.. j. was called up,
on.
Gentlemen" ," said he, " do not ask for
sympathy in death. If my friends have a
kind word or a sympathysing hand for me.
let them lift the load of life while it still
pulsates in my veins Let them open the al'
abaster caskets of their love and spread the
sweet perfumed flowers upon life's stoney
pathway. Let them shed the cold light of
truth through the tales of injury while am
living-I, dead, will derive no benefit from
excuses made for my living acts. My loved
ones shall decide upon my last earthly
hours"
Who had struck master chord?
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