The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1894-11-10
1T WAS PECULIAR.
But the Kim of Whisker That No One
Could IIjrt With.

dressed, came into the lobby of an up own
hotel on Saturday evening. He looked like
an athlete. His step was springy, and his
face was ruddy with health. He was Just
the sort of man you would steer clear of in
a fight. Still it was zone of these qualities
that attracted the attention of every person
in the lobby. He wore a peculiar whisker.
Hanging from his chin was n long blond
wisp of hair, such as stage farmers and
some sure enough ones wear. 1t was q
whisker that waved briskly in every pass
ing wind. 1t was SO clearly out of place on
this man of the worlds face that a young
fellow, bolder than the rest, engaged it's
owner in conversation and after a time
asked him about it.
That's a peculiar whisker you wear
there" said the young man insinuatingly.
Yes" assented the other.
"That the style where you came from"
mo"
"Then, if the question is proper, I should
like to know why you wear it?"
The broad shouldered man smiled a bit
and said: "Ill tell you why. grew that
whisker for the sole and only purpose of
getting fresh young men to talk about it
and thereby giving me an opportunity to
get even with them"
The young man shivered apprehensively.
Don't be afraid" said the other. Il was
not abiding. The fact is, 1 was riding on
the railroad awhile ago, and there was a
man in the seat in front of me who had a
wisp of hair on his chin. 1t was similar to
this in all respects, save that it was gray,
for he was an old man. There was a party
of fresh young c%ollegians in the same car,
and when they saw the old mans whisker
fhnp haF<nn -
tern jawed youth amused himself and his
companions by reaching over, taking hold
of the whisker and saying, 'N~a-a-a-a,' like
a billygoat. He kept that up for 40 miles,
greatly to the old mans discomfort. Right
then and there l resolved to grow a similar
whisker. l did it, and Pm looking for some
body to shake that appendage and say, Ma
a-a-a.' When that somebody does those
things, there is going to be trouble, and
after that Pm going to shave it off. l have
noticed, however, that it makes a heap of
difference whose chin the b~illygoat whis-
ker is on."-Buffalo Express.
Evolution of a Neighborhood Terrus.
"Billiger," said Mrs. McSwat, Il
wish you would drive those rude, noisy
children home that have been playing
on our front walk all the afternoon"
Cant you send them home, Lo-
belia?''
ut wouldn't do any good for me to
order them to go. They know I can't
chase them. What they need is a good
scare, and they'd get it if l were a
Boys Numbered Mr.. McSwat, ap-
pearing suddenly on the sidewalk about
five minutes later with a huge club in
his hand, I'm give you just two seconds
to get away from here, and if you come
back again I'll skin you alive! Run,
now! Scat! Get a move on you! Hustle
II you don't want every bone in your
rascally little carcasses brokeni'
I'm getting ready for church as fast
as | can, Billiger, and you know it,,
said Mrs. McSwat, with her mouth full
OF hairpins. 81 wish you wouldn't be
SO cross"
"Im not cross, Lobelia," he answer
ed, pacing back and forth ard looking
impatiently at his watch.
You're not?"
"No."
81 say you are"
Il say I'm not"
"Billiger," she said slowly, and
pointing her finger straight at him,
you have the reputation of being the
crossest, surliest man in the neighbor-
hood. There isn't a child within half a
dozen blocks of here that doesn't run as
soon as 1T sees you coming!'
And Billiger went cut and sat on the
kitchen steps to cool off. -Chicago Trib-
une.
A WOman's Trust.
He was glib of speech and good look
ing, and when did these ever fail to win
when the winning was a woman?
There is but n answer to this conun-
drum.
Send in your answers early.
The girl loved him with that foolish
i%nfatuation which passeth understand
ing.
The less worthy he became the more
her devotion grew.
The young man didn't do anything to
encourage it either. He simply appeared
on the scene.
1t was ever thus.
In time stories came to her ears, and
she told him how she disbelieved every
one of them.
They said he wouldn't pay his debts,
but she knew better, for had she not di-
vided her allowance with him for this
very purpose?
Indeed she had, and she told her papa
a story about it.
One day he had a long talk with her
over his troubles, and she did what she
could to brace him up.
Its enough" he said, ''if you trust
me?"
Il do, Reginald; l do" she murmured,
land will always trust you"
"N"Juld to heaven" he cried. that
you were my landlady," and he folded
her to his throbbing bosom.
Half an hour later he was trying to
sneak his trunk out of the back window
his boarding house.-Detroit Free
Press.
Never sigh over " bat might have been,
bat make the best Of what is. This bit
Of philosophy is valuable to the married
SOW