Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-04-17

what 1t was all about his wife hurried out
Of the room, returning in . moment, tossing
her head prettlly and exclaiming: SITS
| just too lovely for anything
On her head was the bonnet ordered for
the other woman! The fellow betook him.
self again to his pillow and to deep
thought, and it was not until the next day
that he learned the mflliner had lost the
chorus girls address, looked in the direc-
his house, like the respectable woman she
was. He reformed thatkday, and has been
on the dead straight ever since, which
! shows that the devil isn't alwaysallowed to
have his way, even when men are willing to
help him along
What Easter Is to Boys
Next to the florists and extra choir sing
ers the small boy in the country gets the
most solid comfort out of Easter. I say
''solid" advisedly, because he lays him out
on Easter eggs, and he boils them until they
are as hardto swallow as one OF Browning's
poems or the years first run of trout stories.
When he starts for Sunday school his
jacket-pockets look as if he had been rush
ing the season and hooking apples some
where, while the chip" s.'chip' of the
lighting" under fhe seats while the prayer
crate ears than the sweetest anthem ever
sung.
know what I am talking about, for was
one of those boys myself not many years
ago, and what didn't know about eggs, in
Guiding those made of Eastwood or white mar
ble-also of the shells carefully blown and
then as carefully filled with plaster of paris,
with enough salt in it to harden quickly,
was merely what wasn't worth knowing. I
won so many other eggs, by cracking them
with mine, that had to coax boy or two
to help me eat them. Among the fellows
whom'I cleaned out was the minister's son,
who was an imaginative little chap and
very forgiving likewise, tor after had won
all of his eggs he got his mother to invite
me home to eat Easter dinner with the
family. -fe.xa..-
The Pastor and the Fighting Egg.
His father was pastor of country
church-one of the congregations which
saves all its baptisms and new members, to
saw nothing of funerals and weddings, for
Easter Sunday, 80 when. at last the good
man did get out of church and reached the
dinner table he announced that he was so
hungry'that he could eat picked tramp.
AS there CHANGED to be no such delieacy in
the pantry, and as, moreover, the old man
had a warm spot in his heart for all juve-
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be in the meal with an Easter egg His
son looked shamefacedly at his father, and
then reproachfully at me; as for the smaller
children, they had disposed Of their own
so thoroughly that there was nothing left
but lot of highly colored shells.
The pastor looked inquiringly at his son,
to whose relief Satan suddenly came, for the
little scamp slyly put his hand into my
pocket and took out my fighting egg, which
he passed to his father. I didn't recognize
it at sight, though the boy and afterward
settled the matter behind the barn.
cts very pretty custom, said the old
gentleman, holding the egg tar enough from
his old eyes to look it over, "a very pretty
custom to make food gay with all colors, in
honor of this most glorious of festal days"
Then he gently rapped the egg on the
table to break the end. 1t didn't break, SO
he tried again, remarking:
The Egg Was Puzz:er.
IT wonder why it Is that egg shells are
harder at some seasons than at others?"
SIT isn't the shell, father" explained the
minister's wife. The whole egg is hard;
somehow the boys always want them boiled
halt an hour at Easter"
"Still, my DEAR" said the old gentleman,
making another attempt, SIT stands to rea-
boiling" Then he gave it another rap, af-
ter which he looked at it Indignantly, and |
began to lose his temper.
'I'm almost famishing with hunger"
said he, "but I'll break this obdurate egg |
before taste q morsel of anything else,"
with which he took the egg. sidewise in his -,