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The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-04-24

D crochet,needes, ] never owned eithe
one or the other. But you will teac
I me-, Cous u Clara, | viii learn to SOY
and cook. and mako home pleasant,
S And Cousin Clara, won from tn
first by the bright, beautiful girl, viii
: ingly tai yht her all she wished t
, learn. II was only in brief sngtohc
| she could learn. Sewing worried her
cooking fuotherel her; housekeopin.
accounts bothered her. Yet gradually
she was toning down.
Only tho spirit OF mischief pos
sessed her when Clarence was near
! Knowing all his fastidious tastes, al
his INDECENT, diiettanto ways, she de
lighted to jar upon the one, and shake
him ont OF the other. She reused a
new ambition ~ his mind by keenly
pointed sareasms at his elteminato pur'
suits. She challenged him to races,
shooting matches pedestrian trips,
and fairy drove him about by tho
laughing ash of her witty tongue.
Ii was curious to note how they
came by degrees to level tho one
shaking off unmanly inaoience, the
other soltening masculine traits, while
the little winged god OF love hid,
laughing, unsuspectod by either.
Mrs Parker found him out first
Loving Clarence above all else on
earth, her mother instinct taught her
quickly the reason OF the change him,
the influence that was giving him an
erect carriage, q new light OF energy
in his great dirk eyes, an added inter
est in the affairs OF his own fortune,
seeking for channels where it might
dow to benefit Others as we'll as him
self. And reading the secret Clarence
as yet did not himself suspect, Mrs.
Parker exulte in her heart to see how
Myra was just "a surely bowling her
free, frank nuture to the yoke OF love,
soScniny her manner, toning down
he's Joyous ringing voice, training her
bands to womanly work.
Autumual winds were scattering the
crimson leaves when John Delano |
came to New York for the first time in
ten years, and was the guest of Mrs.
Parker in her city home, to which the
family had just returned He came
Tor Myra, thinking OF her happiness 10
come back to her free life, and she
grew pale ut his loving earess,
what ails the ehild?" he asked,
urning 10 his cousin as Myra left the
DOM. "5he was never SO quiet as that
n her life before.
lyon will know soon. John. No.
The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-04-24
Death on Either Side.

Patrick Il. Fennel, who recently left
his home in Montgomery, Penn. to
work in Susquehanna County. has had
a thrilling adventure. Fenuel, who is
an engineer, went up into the lumber
woods of SusquehannH County to run
an engine in a sawmill. When he ar
rived in camp he found that the saw
mill had been in diause about ten
years. Among the machinery left in
the old mill were boiler aud station
airy engine. They we're in bad shape,
but Fennel got them ready for bust
ness.
The other day Fennel fred up to
test the boiler and engine, and then
went away TO another part of the mill.
He was delayed some, and returned to
find the boiler was generating steam
with startling rapidity. He rushed
into tho boiler house, the door closing
after him with a bang, The door fas-
tened on the outside with a hasp and
drop hook, and the jar caused the
the hook to drop into the staple, maxi
ing Fennel prisoner. Although
tested TO only 100 pounds, the steam
gauge showed the boiler had already
generated 40 pounds, and the culver.
ing hand on the steam gauge was
mounting higher and higher. That
the boiler was liable to explode at any
moment Fennel well knew. He
glanced at the safety valve and was
startled to see that it had become
fastened in some manner and refused
to work.
He was about to climb up to loosen
The refractory safety gauge when his
eyes beheld sight from which he
irew back. Around the safety valve,
ust where he was about to grasp it
With his hand was colled q big rattle
make, while two other reptiles of the
anne species lay on the floor of the
'oiler house. They had evidently
'een drawn from their hiding places
n tho wall or floor OF the old boiler
louise by the heat.
The quiyeriug hand of the steam
augo told Fennel only too plainly
hat the pressure on the boiler was
ecoming terrific. But he could not
ass the serpents and reach tho boiler,
either could he get out of the door.
he only means OF exit was q small
aud to reach this he would
ave to pass the snakes. Near by
.ood an iron bar used in clealing ont
10 fire, and grasping this he crushed
le head OF the serpent nearest him.
he other snake cooled about his leg
ld struck vlciousIy, fastening lis
ngs into his rubber boot. A blow
lth the bar crushed the snake on the
fety gauge, and then came struggle
remove the one around his leg.
aok as flash he snapped the snake
two, and then, with the iron bar,
rocked off the safety valve.
The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-04-24

The returns OF causes for insanity
in England show That in every 100
cases "a are hereditary, 81 may be at.
tributed to drink, u to business AMI
money troubles, II to loss of friends,
10 to sickness aud IL to various
eauaea
The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-04-24
Swedish Building Restrictions

BY the law coming into force 'll
year IN Sweden dwelling house mp !.
not have more than five stories, y
attic containing a stove is reckoneal
story. The height of tho bnild u,
must not exceed the width oil "
street by more than five feet
The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-04-24

Over 400 diamonds are known Y
have been recovered from the runs Y
ancient Babylon. Many are uusa.
but the majority are polished on y
% TIVE sidea
The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-04-24

AGostino Gatti, the London caterer
who died recently. was a miilionaira
dc was peasantbosn amt lived As {
peasant, viii no desire to 60 into 50.
essts,
The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-04-24

A movement Is on foot in New YORK
CITY to got rid Of the middlemaa in
The coal trade.
The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-04-24
TIE POWER OF LOVE.
by ANNA SHIELDS.

ever a spoiled
baby grew to n
spoiled child, and
SO to a spoiled
man, that baby,
boy and man, ar.
rived at the last
mentioned stage
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20

gard the whole thing as a huge Joke. and
all agreeing that II was just what might
have been expected of Polly Anderson.
Contrary critteri" remarked the woman
who had been responsible for the investi-
cation of the log jam. If it had been any
body else suthin' would a happened to her.
but we might a known better'n to count
on Polly Anderson's dom anything like
other folks But there! What be 1 sayin'
I'm thankful she's safe, anyways"
Engrossed in listening with poorly con-
cealed qualification to the tale OF her at
tempted rescue-for Miss Polly was taking
keen delight in this enhancement OF her
local importance-she was still the center
of an animated group when the searching
party returned Even under these unusual
circumstances ii did not escape her trained
observation that from Reuben Carriers hand
hung drenched and withered bunch OF
columbine, unrecognlzable save by the en-
lightenment of prior acquaintance. The SUI
premely selfish heart OF the designing old
woman had been touched by the recital Of
Carriers tireleSs efforts in her behalf, ana
beckoned him to one side, while the crowd;
just beyond hearing, breathlessly watched
what they supposed to be gracious ac-
Acknowledgement of her indebtedness to him.
THE Welses amt been to home Tor
more'n a fortnit," she whispered. / guess
that bouquet amt been in any hands nut
yourn since you left il on the doorstep. L
seen it there every day, anyways.
She looked at him defiantly as she nm
sion and prepared to defend herself from
any accusation he might bring against her
but what she saw on the young, lel f w >
haerard face was the radiant look OF one
Who having received joyful tidings. for
gets all else, and, taking advantage OF ms ms
preoccubation, she slipped away pe1ore ne
could question her - Do,
Alone and unobserved a little later Reu-
ben Carter UNFINISHED the stems OF the be,
dragrled bouquet and extracted from
U+itbin ~ 2ir deuths a Water-stained bit OF
paper upon which could still be deciphered
the words: Dear Hetty. VIII you marry
me? Reuben Carter: ,., ,;+.,o
Garter read the blotted potential little
sentence with flaming cheeks, and 1eart
paipitating with the emotion induceq 1,,r py
Then he suddenly tore it into atoms 50
small that by no possible mischance + fould
they be pieced together again SGatt With
them on the drifting waters, ana, VIII
mid stem and a happy light in his eyes,
Went Went in search of Julia Frayle.
celia e. shute, in Springfield Republican
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Authorship in the Kitchen.

New York Evening Post
How FAR down, as well as up in society
the novel writing habit is penetrating may
be inferred from the following item taken
from London, paper:
AT Shoreditch County Court Yesterday,
before Judge French, O. c., domestic SER
want, named Ada Wilton, claimed e SIS. Sd.
for months wages, and another's
months money in lieu of notice from Mrs
Stallbrass of Graham Road, n. The dc
fendant denied liability, saying that the
girl only stopped a week, and was always
reading and writing.
The Judge-Why should she not read?
The Defendant-And neglect her work?
oh, my, wish you had her for a week.
The Judge-How did she neglect her
work?
The Defendant-I was to pay her e14 a
year. Just listen how she treated me.
told her to cook some steak for the children
when they came home from school. At l
o'clock l went into the kitchen. The fry
ing pan was on the fire, red hot and the
steak was in the pantry. Oaughter)
The Plaintf-That is not true
The Defendant-Oh you wicked girl. Were
you not busy writing novelette,? Qaugh-
The Plaintiff-what II were? I did not
neglect your work.
The Defendant saw the. beginning of
It; The title was The Vengeance of the
The Plaintif-And good title, too cloud
laughter.)
The .Defendant-And what did you say
The Plaintiff - Spoke? Do you call 1t
speaking? You uttered shameful impreca-
lions.
The Defendant-Eh, what?
The Plaintiff-Oh, of course, you don't I'M
derstand. Uaughter.) You swore. Did l
not tell you l had been used to ladies7 AT
the end of my month l was to go? / would
not stand woman who did not sound her
his" cloud laughter)
The Defendant-Your honor, she was
most insulting. She used to sniggle when
| spoke. She used to say. please speak
English don't understand Whitechapel
Laughter). She split q bottle of ink over
the breakfast tablecloth. When l asked her
about it she said she had an idea in her
head, and was bound to write It,
The Plaintif-And I am not going TO miss
ideas.
The Defendant-When told her to go she
said she did not care; she would leave there
and then. She said she had found a pub
Usher, and she would beat Marie Corelli.
Inc Plaintiff never used such slang. I
said l would outvie Marie Corelli. / have
found a publisher. When L have saved
enought money they will print my book. No
more caps and aprons for me then.
The Judge-Will you give her the months
money without notice?
The Defendant--Yes. with pleasure. Let
her be as writer-fied as she likes.
The Plaintiff-I'll take it. When my novel
is published she can have it back. Naugh-
teri
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20

A loaf Of bread of this age might not be
acceptable to everybody but the guests OF
Mr.. Goebel. of Brussels, enjoyed It on the
occasion of recent dinner given by that
gentleman. This was one of the oldest din
ners ever given as the following items,
mentioned by one Of the guests, viii show;
AT that dinner" he says, II ate apples
ripened more than eighteen hundred years
ago, bread made from wheat grown be-
fore the children Of Israel passed through
the Red sea, and spread with butter that
was made when Elizabeth was Queen; and
/ washed down the repast with wine that
was old hundreds OF years before Shaks-
peare was born.
THE apples were from an earthen jar
taken from the ruins of Pompeii; the wheat
was taken from a chamber in one of the
pyramids; the butter from stone shelf
eral centuries it had lain in an earthen
crock in lev water; and the wine was recov-
cred from an old vault in the city Of Cor
firth f"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
what Munyon's Remedies Do.

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Munyon's Headache Cure stops headache
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Munyon's Blood Cure eradicates all I'M
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Munyon's Remedies at all orugglSts'
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Eminent doctors at your service free. NOT
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II you have Catarrh or any Throat or
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The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20

Two were they, two--but one
They might have been. Each knew
The others spirit fittest mate apart.
All haplessi though once jealous fortune drew
Them almost heart 10 heart.
In briei-lighted
SO near they came, and then, they are 80 far
They seemed like two who pass
Each a world-long journey opposite,
Their two trains hurrying dark
With far-drawn roar through the dread deeps OF
night,
ooh, faces close-they almost touched, alas!
Oh, hands that might have thrilled with meeting
spark
oh, lips that might have kissed!
Oh, eyes with folded sight,
Dreaming vision brightO
In mystery and in mist.
John James Piatt
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Across the world.

1 sent a message to my dear
"A thousand leagues and more to her
The dumb $ea-levels thrilled to hear,
And Lost Atlantis bore to her.
Behind my message hard ] came.
And nigh had found grave for me;
But that l launched of steel and flame
Did war against the wave for me.
Uprose the deep, by gale on gale,
To bid me change my mind again
He broke his teeth along my rail,
And roaring, swung behind again.
1 stayed the sun at noon to tell
My way across the waste of it;
l read the storm before it fell,
And made the better haste of it.
-Rudyard Kipling.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
SELECTED VERSE.
Fsur o,Cioclxs.

1t was that they loved the children,
The children used TO say.
For there was no doubt,
That when school was out,
At the same time every day,
Down by the wall.
Where the grass grew tall.
Under the hedge of the hollyhocks,
One by one,
At the touch OF the sun,
There opened the four-o' clocks.
1t was that they loved the children;
But the children have gone away,
And somebody goes,
When nobody knows,
At the same time every day,
To see by the wall,
Where the grass grows tall,
Under the hedge of the hollyhocks.
How, one by one,
At the touch CT the sun,
Still open the four-o' clocks.
Lillian B. Quimby.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
To-Day nrid Yesterday.

Since all the thought of yesterday is old,
And, for tomorrow, different from to-day,
Uncertain is the soul what to hold,
What to store up, and what to cast away.
And, as a mirror flashes back to view
Each passing scene, yet keeps its luster bright
So we discard the old thought for the new,
And still go in thinking, wrong or right.
But could we have these images that pass
Brought all together from a score of years,
Just as they shone within the silvered glass,
We scarce could see them thro' a mist of tears
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
A Night in June.

In summer-daylight hed-where flowers abound
The fields their luscious fragrance pour afar;
With half-closed eyes, ears scarce awake TO
sound
Sumbering, cur minds not all unconscious are.
The stars, pure, shine through the shadowy
skies,
Uncertain twilight tints tn eternal vault,
Dawn, soft and pale waiting its hour to rise,
Seems all night on heavens low ridge to halt
Victor Hugo.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20

He toiled the street for his daily bread,
Jostled and pushed by the surging throng.
''No has time to watch he said,
whether l choose the right or the wrong;
No be by misled.'"
He chose the wrong, and thought no one cared
But child lost that day his ideal of strength
A cync sneered at the soul ensnared;
A weak halted faltered, at length
Followed him into the sin he had dared
George Lee Burton.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
NUN YON
Cures Edward BOcter Of Catarrh, Which
Had Made His Life Miserable for Over
Eighteen YoafS-Re Gives Bis
TIE STTNGONY
And Says "He Cannot Prnisc Munyon
Too EfEhIy"-sIrs. Shawman Also
Tells How Munyon Cured Her
of Pleurisy and Relieved Her
of Terrible Pain.

Mr.. Edward Boeter ia Spann avenue.
Indianapolis, Ind. says 'For eighteen
years / had catarrh Ny nose and throat
were in an awful condition. and / was suf-
fering very greatly. / began using the Mum
yon treatment, and TOW ] am entirely well
again, and cannot say. 200 much for the
Munyon remedies. The effect is wonder
f,,I
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Question in Geography.
Harper's Bazaar.

Look here Aeneas." said DR.. Johnson,
meeting the hero of the lost city of Troy.
whats the use of keeping the location Of
Troy secret any longer?
mo use" said Aeneds.
''Then where the deuce is the spot?"
'@Twenty-eight miles east by south from
schenectady" said Aeneas. with wink at
George Washington.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
MRS. sHAwsfAN,s CASE.

Mrs Shawman. 479 e. Nineteenth street,
Indianapolis. Ind, says: For month,
was troubled with terrible pains in the side,
produced by pleurisy. In fact, when / be-
gan using the Munyon treatment, was up-
able TO take long breath, the pain was
so dreadful. a few doses of the little pei
let's gave me complete relief, and in a few
days / was entirely cured, and have not
felt a trace of the pain since"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
To-MOrrovv and To-Day.

Tomorrow hath rare, alluring sound;
To-day is very prose; and yet the twain
Are but vision seen through altered eyes.
Our dreams inhabit one; our stress and pain
Surge through the other Heaven is but to-day
Made lovely with to-morrow's face for aye.
Richard Burton
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
His Complaint.
Puck.

First Farmer-I went all through the
Agricultural Department when / was at
Washington and blamed If / don't think
it's a shame the way they run it,
Second Farmer-How is that?
Eirst Farmer-Why it's filled up with
young ducks from the cities, and blest if l
think they've given single farmer job
in the hull place.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Impediments to Happiness.

BOSLON
Fudd-There is no such thing as perfect
happiness in this world.
Dudd-For instance?
Fudd-My income increases so rapidly
that it is almost impossible for nae to find
avenues for it's investment.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20

Rnsfnn Post

~ loaned some money to Sticky"
groaned the patient, and I'm in doubt
Whether he will ever repay it. That's what
made ME ill.,
said the kind old doctor; you will never
get a cent of il"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
She Can't Throw Straight.

Typographical Journal.
'"Thev saw that she threw her heart at
his feet"
Il have heard that he got it in the neck. "
Rarely does woman accomplish her aim,
when it is anything in the throwing line.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Excellent Scheme.
Chicago P,

Chicago Post
Here's an account of a Colorado girl
who climbed to the top of Mount Popocata-
petl and sang The Star-spangled Ban
ner.'
"She had some sense, didn't she? It's too
had some other girls are not as thoughtful
when they want to sing.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Necessary Time.
Chicago Record.

Chicago Record.
TT takes my wife three days to go to
picnic"
How is that?"
"She takes a day to get ready, day to
go and a day to get over it,
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
A Discerning Parent.

Ohio State Journal.
Daughter what time did your company
leave last night?"
''Why, papa, he started home at half"
Never mind when he started; want to
know when he left"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Explained ut Last.
Tvpographical Journal.

Typographical Journal.
Heard the news?" asked the small lady
with the sharp nose. 1T has been oiscov-
cred that the Shorts and Puffs' man of the
Daily Hyphen has been leading a double
life"
IT suspected as much" said the large
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
The After-Lffe.

Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and saint, and heard great argument
About it and about; but evermore
Came out by the same door where in I went.
Omar Khayyam
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Making Matters Worse.


Mrs Watson-John, see, have bought
cook book for our cook.
Mr.. Watson lin alarm)-Good heavens
Clara, what do you want to do that for?
Don't give it to her! Her cooking is bad
enough now Don't do anything to make 1t
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Inherited.
Cleveland Plain Deale

Cleveland Plain Dealer
What a coarse hand that Mrs Bullion
writes"
Yes; her father used to letter packing
casen."
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20

Cleveland Leader.

Cleveland Leader.
He-Well, every dog has his day.
She-But he never hurries 1T along any
by sitting up all night waiting for it.
His coat tails fairly cracked as he went
out the door.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
Appropriate.
Judge.

Judge.
Hostess-Brother BiIdad, that is the FIN
ger bowl you are drinking from.
Uncle Bildad-Peart name for 1t. l swow,
II does take eV'ry finger a feller's got ter
hold Their thing while he's gittin' drink,
b gosh.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20

placid lady. II could see no other reason
for his referring TO himself always as
we"
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20

Insure with German Fire Insurance of In
diana General offices. % South Delaware
street. Fire. tornado and explosion.
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-06-20
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
VernaI Vacations.
Puck

How that woman did glare at your
Yes; and I glared back at her. The hate
full thing-she had on a shirt waist just like
mine -