Evening journal., 1898-02-12
HE WHISTLED AND WAITED.

mere IS one on Ine society cQllOf
What kind OF young woman is
that you have in your officer" asked
druggist of the Wayfarer yesterday.
shes all right" was the reply.
NO, she isn't; she's all wrong" re-
sponded the druggist. Il called you up
by telephone to give you piece OF
news yesterday, and she told me to hold
the phone held it for nearly an hour
and haven't got an answering call
yet"
It seems that the society editor left
the phone, discovered that the Way
farer was out, forgot all about the poor
waiting at the other end OF
the line and resumed her work at the
desk.
SHORT RIDE ON THROUGH TRAIN.
He got on the car at the Clayton
House, and appeared to be in a dread
full hurry.
Can / catch that through train to
Boston?" he asked, addressing Con-
ductor Hukill, near whom the Way
farer was standing.
Il don't know" answered the CON
ductor. THAT depends upon what
time 1t arrives here"
The man-in-a-hurry gave him the
time, and the conductor consulted his
watch.
Il think So" he said. What time
will your train reach BOstOn?"
II don't know" said the passenger.
Il am only going as far as Chester"
All the romance was knocked out of
the plot to reach the station in time.
A GREAT SQUIRREL HUNT.
James NicCaffrey, OF Milford, former
ly Of lrrederica, was representative to
the Grand Lodge OF the Ancient Order
Of United Workmen, which has just
concluded It's sitting in this city Some
Of his colleagues in the Grand Lodge
tell a good joke about his fame as a
hunter in the palmy days when he re-
sided in F'rederica.
Nimrod was, in his time, quite
hunter, but he never had wire-bound
squirrels to deal with, and hence his
skill as marlsman could not be COM
pared with that Of Mr.. McCaffrey.
One day John Emory and James
Wooters. Of Frederica went out in the
woods near that town, carrying with
them a stuffed gray squirrel, which
they placed high up in an oak tree,
tying it to the limb with fine, but
strong wire.
Then they returned to town and one
Of them, Wooters, went to McCaffrey
and proposed that they go out squirrel
hunting. lie knew the weakness OF the
genial son Of old Erin, and played upon
it, McCaffrey consented, and off they
went. WoOters tolled him along to the
tree in which the stuffed squirrel had
been placed.
Il see one!" he exclaimed.
''Where?' asked McCafrey growing
excited.
up in that old oak, pretty we'll out
on the limb towards that maple tree, -
answered Wooters, indicating the spot
with his finger. Let me get a shot at
him"
''Hold on minute" demonstrated
McCaffrey, ''let me have the first shot
I've been penned up in the shop for
about a week. and certainly ought to
have the first try at the game"
''All right" answered Wooters, but
are you sure that you see it?"
Certainly do. Stand back and give
mo a show"
Wooters got out of his way, and Nc
Caffrey took aim and fred. The squir-
rel never even so much as switched its
brush.
You missed him." said Wooters
Now let me have a shot"
"No, that's my squirrel" said Nc
Cafirey, and he banged away again.
Il expect the thing is dead and don'l
know It," suggested WoOters.
II know ] hit him, for / saw him
shake his head" said McCaifrey. "Il
fetch him this time"
Bang Bangl Both barrels exploded
almost simultaneously.
Still the squirrel clung to the limb
Six times the shot went hurtling up IN
the squirrels direction, without bring
ing il down.
Hes dead, and I'm going to hav,
him. said McCaffrey. You stay her,
until / get a niger boy TO climb tha
tree"
He went off, and in the course of hal
an hour returned with a slim negr,
lad, who earned fifty cents by climbing
the tree When he reached the squire
he burst out laughing.
rs It dead?" was the query that MI
McCaffrey shouted up to him.
Eyes, sah." yelled back the colore
lad Hits dun bin dead fur som
time"
'WOoters, must have killed it tn
first time / shot"
II expect you did" answered Wool
ers.
Just then the stuffed squirrel droI
ped at the feet of McCaffrey. He picl
ed it up and got his fingers tangled /
the wire. Examining the little amin;
more closely he discovered the deceI
tion that had been practiced upon hin
and for time the air in the neighboi
hood was as sulphurous
"As the scoriac rivers that roll
4 AS the lavas that restlessly roll
4 Their sulphurous currents dow
Naanek.
In the ultimate climes Of the pole
4 That groan as they roll down Mom
Yaanek,
In the realms of the boreal pole"
WILL MARRY FOR HALF.
That times are very hard no one d
MES Many are eager to proclaim
while others, though not publishing
81 broadcast and inclined to grin al