Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1893-10-20
said yesterday that no James,
man would be appointed.

Vo"u udu HouAu Oe appointed.
President Avery, the new president of
the State Normal school at Mayvilie, has
been presented with an elegant easy
chair by the teachers and students of the
Normal school at st. Cloud, MIMI, over
which he presided for several years.
The door in the house of Mrs. POLAND
at Larimore, was smashed in Friday
night by a burglar who fred several
shots, which fortunately went wide of
their mark. One Frank Hulllhan was
arrested. and although it could not be
proven that he was the guilty party he
was bound over to the district court on
the charge of carrying concealed weap-
ons.
Don't commit suicide on account of
your "incurable" blood disease. The
sensible thing for You to do is to take
Ayers Sarsaparilla. If that fails, why
then-keep on trying, and it will not
fail. The trouble is, people get dis
couraged too soon. "Try, try, try
again."
Do You Know?
That flowers keep longer if cut with q
knife and scissors than they do if
picked.
If yon wish to secure a certain and
speedy result, when using Ayers Sar-
saparilla, be careful IN observing the
rules of health, or the benefit may be
retarded. A fair and persistent trail of
this medicine never fails, when the
directions are followed.
One Way Of Securing q Costly Book.
An amusing story of how a confirmed old
bachelor who combined with his bachelor
hood the qualities of the bibliomaniac
came finally to marry is told by an Eng
fish newspaper. 1t appears that the lonely
old bookworm employed an old servant to
take care of his rooms. Upon her fell the
task of arranging and busting the library,
and she soon came to be smitten with a
taste for reading. She began to spend all
her earnings in buying books, and, strange
to say, they were old books that she bought
and read. One afternoon she came in with
q RAASSA Va OAuuICS tlChcSA up AOul liz
bookstalls. Out of curiosity the master
turned over the leaves of her treasures, and
we can we'll imagine the more or less super
cilious smile chat played upon his coun.
tenance as he thought of the humorous
phase of this old woman turned b%ibliophile.
Suddenly his face lighted up.
"How much did you give for this?" said
he, picking up a volume with great eager
ness.
Fifteen pence" was the answer.
Fifteen pence? Why, this work is
worth 1000" cried the collector. He re.
fected, when too late. how stupid he had
been to speak, and in vain tried to recall
his words. II will give you so shillings for
it," said he.
"Sir, you have just told me it was worth
e1,000v"
Ihe old creature was not to be cheated,
and the bookworm at last offered e10O. 1t
was a first edition, extremely rare, of Mon.
taigne. He was a good buyer, but his serv-
ant would not take a fraction less than
e1,OU, which sum was more than he could
afford. That night the connoisseur dreamed
of Montaigne. At last he could resist no
longer. At any price he pust have the old
book. This woman takes good care OF
me. She appears to be smitten with the
same passion for old books" said he to
himself next. why should I not marry
herr should then nave my Montague"
So he went to her the following day and
popped the question" She accepted him.
and they were married.
The clever old dame brought him the
book as a dowry.
No Time to Do Anything.
ut makes me mad" said the old engi-