The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1898-09-01

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Lieut.. Booth fired.
"Miss," he announced, and red flag
from the target told that this was cor
rect.
Another shot.
"NIiss," he declared. A third shot.
"Miss again." he said. Fourth shot.
"Fourth MISS" announced Booth. An
other shot. "Miss," again sang out the
lieutenant.
"Hold on, there" put in Colonel Burt.
"What are you trying to do? thought
you were going to fire at the target"
"Fm trying to win my box of CIGARS"
said Lieut.. Booth.
"Don't fire any more" said the colonel.
"They're yours"
A weird story comes down from Up
per Sandusky, locality which has pro-
vided goodly crop of weird stories,
and which, if it keeps on, will soon
crowd the West Virginia romancers
from the field.
This particular tale is the story of
parrot, parrot which is now dead.
While it lived it was very intelligent
parrot, and its master derived great
pleasure from his efforts in teaching it
new words and sentences. But he said
nothing to it about the war; He is now
glad he didn't
However when the news of the sur
render of Santiago he couldn't help re-
peating the glorious tiding to Polly.
"PoIly, Polly he said have you heard
the news? Santiago has surrended"
The bird ruffled her feathers.
"What are you giving us?' she Shrek
ed. eco and get your hair cut''
And then without word of warning
she toppled over dead.
Her owner knows now that she was
either Spaniard or of strong Spanish
sympathies, and that the news acted too
abruptly on what must have been a
weak but loyal heart.-Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
A delegate from the Far West to the
recent educational convention told an
incident that happened to him some
years ago, when he was making trip
on a pioneer stage. Ali one-half the
first day he sat beside the driver and
endeavored to engage him in converse
ton. The driver was not to be engaged.
He was not exactly surly, but he was
cold. He was distant: he wouldn't
talk, and he evidently didn't care to be
talked to. The stage stopped for din
ner at little eating house, and when
it rolled away again the driver seemed
like another man. He talked, he told
stories, he was the soul of atfability.
Later he explained the matter to the
teacher. Il didn't take shine to you no.
how this morning." he said. 81 thought
you was one of these here psalm-sin
ing gospel fellows, and l amt got no
use for that kind. But when l see you
setting there and a-eating with fork
changed my mind. | knowned right
away you was gambler. New York
Tribune.
A rich GlasWegian, while shooting
over his estate in Perth, treated an at
tendant gillie, to a glass of whiskey.
The servant-a true son of the High
lands-assumed an air of unmistakable
disappointment at the unwelcome
smallness of the glass. Thinking to d.
vert the mans attention from his criti-
cal examination, the doctor jointly re-
marked
Il say, Mac, do you happen to know
how glasses like the one you hold in
your hand are made:'
"Nae, master, dinna ken onything
about the matter" was the answer.
81 wonder you haven't heard that
they are blown" rejoined the gentle
man.
"Aweel," replied Mac, looking judi
cially up at the glass, she maun surely
haze been maist awful short O braith
that blowed this ane." scottish Nights.
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A New York shirt drummer, who
dropped into New Orleans yesterday,
tells an interesting story of an expert
enc en-route. Shirt drummers are re-
garded as exceptionally veracious men,
and if this story isn't true, it, at least,
ought to be. Anyhow, here it is: II
came via Atlanta" said the traveller,
"and some little distance out of that
city was lOunging in the smoking COM
partment when in walked tall, rather
solemn looking young man, plainly
dressed and apparently bored. He sat
down and opened newspaper. Pres
emily "A fat red faced fellow one of the