The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1898-08-04
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get you out of this he said to the con-
demned prisoner.
"Oh, l don't know" the latter re-
marked as he stepped to the single win
dow; "a few soldiers would be enough
"a few soldiers ?" echoed the visitors.
"How many"
The condemned measured the iron
bar across the window with his thumb
forefnger.
"a single file would do" he drily an
swered.-Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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A building contractor who keeps
chickens, being of an investigating
turn of mind, last spring tried the ex-
pertinent of mixing little sawdust
with the meal He was so pleased with
the experiment that he determined to
give up feeding his hens cornmeal and
instead kept filling up on saWdust.
Shortly after he set hen with fifteen
eggs. Last week she came off with
curious lot Of chicks. Twelve of them
had wooden legs and the other was
wOodpecker. -HutchinSOn Times
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The humOr of the Dublin gallery has
long been proverbial. Macready, in his
"Reminiscences" relates that on one
occasion when playing Otway's "Ven-
ice Preserved Jatfier's long and rath-
er drowsy dying speech was interrupted
by one of the gallery, in tone of great
impatience, calling out very loudly,
"Ah, now die at once! to which an
other from the other side Immediately
replied, "Be quiet, you blackguard,"
then turning with patronizing toneto
the lingering Jafier, "Take your time"
-Cornhill Magazine.
\ curly head was projected over the
window sill into the bright moonlight.
"Hush, dad, is that you?"
The man fumbling at the front door
looked up.
"Yes, Jimmie" he said in hoarse
whisper, come down an let LIE IN
'CiA II oiii CiiO IVY
He drew in his head for moment.
Then it reappeared.
MA is ambushin on the front stairs.
he whispered, "an' grandma has made
ritieDit Of tile hatrack. If you try to
run the door they'll do you sure
What am | to do, Jimlnie:" groaned
the man.
SNEAK j" said the boy, San lie low.
Retreat an throw 'em of the scent. If
you don't they'll double you up, and
bushwack you sure. Ma has got a
broomhandle an grandma's got bed
Stat"
Cant l try the cellar?" asked the
man.
NO" said the boy, 1.-The cellars mined.
You withdraw without confusion and
pretty soon I'll sneak down and unlock
the door under the back stoop. Then
you make pussy-footed dash and
storm the passage"
Capital" said the man, "You're
good boy, Jimmie"
The man cautiously drew back from
the porch steps.
The boys head was thrust further
into the moonlight.
Say, dad," he shrilly whispered
"what'S the prize money for this? What
do l get?"
"Y Ou know what you wanted,' whis-
pered the man as he backed away
''Do get it,"
Yes
The man disappeared and the boy
drew in his head.
From the region below came gusty
murmurs of baftled engeance.--Cleve-
land Plain Dealer.
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''Some men are born naval fighters"
declared an old Detroiter who served
on man-of war as long as his years
would permit, "and they are just as liza
BILE to be born in the woods as where
the roar of the sea reaches them by
day and night.
"My father used to tell of captain
who won fame as hard and skillful
fighter under the old naval regime.
Through an exercise of political influ-
ence he was appointed midshipman
from remote rural district of North
Carolina. In this capacity he made his
first appearance in a war frigate. He
gazed about him in open mouthed as
constituent, and finally going to the
center of the deck, looked into the hold.
His impression was that he was being
hoaxed, but surprise gained the mas
terry, and in a bewildered way he ex-
claimed: 'BegOsh she's hOllerv