The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1891-01-10

my lbdih
lis late when they get back home.
Down by the little wicket gate,
Down where the creepful ivy grows,
Down where the sweet nasturtium
blows,
\ boy-toei parent lies in wait
In wait
For the maiden and her mate.
: Lowell Mail.
POSSIBLE CATASTROPHE.
'Tf Mr.. Duste don't take back what
he said this morning, | will leave him to-
night"
What did he Say?'
"rhat my services were not required
any longer, and that | may so tonight"
i American Stationer.
MUSICAL POINTER.
Mother (whisperingl-My dear. our
hostess wishes you to play
Daughter-lIorrors, mother. You
know never play before strangers. l
become so nervous and excited that my
fingers get all tangled up, and | make
all sorts of awful blundcrs.
Mother-Never mind, dear. Play
something from Wagner, and then the
mistake won't be noticed. i New York
Weekly.
WANTED ENOUGH.
Young De Fast (who has been out
very late the night bcfore)-IIave you
filled the bath tub, as told you:
Nalct-Ges, sab.
'Then lead me TO it.
"Watah's awful cold for a bath. san. -
II doI't want IA bath. want drink"
= Good News.
CHANGE OF CIRCUMSTANCES.
Mrs. Lonely ,Widdcr-I brought you
three weeks ago IA number of books to
have cngrossed upon their first blank
pages. "From my husband, my first and
only love Have you finished the
work!
Artist Il have been i'll and am sorry
to say that | have not yet commenced
the work. But will
Mrs. l.. W.-All the better; as you
have not begun the work, substitute
From my first husband, Charles Wild
der. - American Stationer.
THROWN HIS MONEY AWAY.
--Cosmopolite-So you've been to Bos-
ton?
Rusticus-Oh, Yes.
C.---Did You get to Fancuil Hall.
R.--Oh, yes.
{ Did you hear Phillips Brooks
preach!
R.---Oh, yes.
C.---Did you go up Bunker Hill Mon
ument!
R---Oh, yes.
C.---Well. did you 60 into one of
those scent stores and hear the girls say
"Caawsh:"
R.---NO.
Chen you have simply thrown
your money away Boston Courier.
TINE Is MONEY.
Sccne-General s. S. Agency, Broad |
way; six months hence.
Mr.. b. Il. Ncss-BOok me for the Plu- !
tonic to morrOw.
5. 5. Agent. We'll, | can accommo-
date you on her; but if it's on urgent !
business, I'd advise you to 90 by the |
City of iIobOken. She's ten minutes |
faster. Puck.
HOW HE WON HER.
Jack (who has popped,-It takes you
long time to decide
Sallic-I know. And I've about con-
Guided to wear dcmi-train of white |
chiffon over white silk, and have no
bridesmaids. i Judge.
IN THE WINTER.
Father-Why don't you work.
Son-Why, am as busy as bee.
Fathcr-YOu do nothing but eat.
Son-Well, that is all the bees are do.
ing just now.
AN APT PUPIL.
Doctcr-Thc trouble with you is that
you don't take enough exercise. Take
more.
Blinks-Thanks. How much do l owe
you.
Doctor--Two dollars. Here is your
change Much obliged. IIeigho. |
don't feel very well myself.
Blinks -You take too much exercise,
doctor. Take less. Two dollars, please.
-[Good News.
JELLY TUNE.
The jelly making time is past.
And jams and jellies are at last
Reposing in the larder;
And now her loving task complete,
The little housewife beats retreat,
While in awe regard her.
Wondering as see her stand.
With jelly stacked on either hand,
Which has worked the harder.
New York Herald