The herald., 1898-09-09
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TOO MUCH AND PERHAPS TOO LIT.
TIE HOSE.-It was awful hot weather
and the girls couldn't stand It another
night. Mother Burns looked lfutle doubt
full. but she 6naNy consented to let them
pitch the tent on the lawn-the house was
so retired, you know-where they might
sleep for the rest Of the hot spell. Brother
Jack very kindly assisted about setting the
poles and driving the pegs and Cousin Joe
was an interested spectator. Night hi 'dly
came soon enough for Abbie and May 10
tost the beauties Of the cool outdoor beds.
At 9 o'clock two white-robed hgures stole
out like gentle ghosts. and the tent-fiap
closed on them unseen by anybody but the
two Us, who. a hundred yards away In the
orchard. were keeping careful watch oven
the far-end Of the garden hose.
And what did those two young men want
with the garden hose? They were not wa
tering anything. surely. at that late hour.
No; that couldn't be. for the other END
was attached to no hydrant but ran
into a corner Of the tent where the gentle
ghosts had disappeared.
How awful still 1t Isl" whispered Abbies
with a systerical giggle. And truly the
night was ominousQy quiet.
Suddenly the girls clu:ched each other.
"What was that awful noise:" came IN
an agonized whisper from May, while Alb.
bie's stiff Lips absolutely refused their ofa
flee.
What was 1t. indeed.
Never had such noise interrupted the
quiet night Of Woodlawn. Cow, nothingl
II you could imagine a titanic cow In the
folds Of the old sea serpent and minglsng Its
hoarse believing with the cultural sobs
OF the monster! The girls lay stall and
trembled
Again It came, louder than before. joe
was trying his healthy young lungs this
time. A gurgling rumble. bubbiing
shrek, a rattle and . boom! And, death
and despair, It was coming right into the
tent.
"Oh, Mabel" shrieked Abbie: ''it's bur>
rowing right up under US. or else It's the
end of the world!"
The spell was broken. With series Of
athletic bounds that would have shamed q
pair OF chamois goats, two-zsntle ghosts
no longer-but, rather, disheveled furiess
with wild hair flying and white robes killed
high over bounding knees, ricochetted uu
the path and against the side door that
had been providentially left unfastened
for direful contingencies. Into the hall
they bounced to the echo Of the last roaH
Of the great beast; and only when they
had the door of their own chamber double
locked did they realize what they were doc
ing.
Jack explained next morning that II must
have been a tree toad; but Mabel is sure
II was a gigantic hyena which has escaped
in neighboring city few days before
She even is pretty positive that one saw tho
shine of Its eyes.
NOT A DEAD LETTER BUT BAD143
! MANGLED.-There are good many let~
ters that never get to the dead letter omcea
but yet task the ingenuity OF the clerks on
Uncle Sam to find out what Is the matteN
with them For although they miss the
morgue they spend some time In the receive
Ing hospital Gas It were), while ingenious
surgeons Of chirography patch up tneiH
mangled addresses and finally return them
to their homes alive.
The following address was handed to the
writer. to see II he could assist IN oecipher-
ing it. The whole envelope was covered
with a network of scrawling lines impossi"
BILE to reproduce here, which were hnallx
resolved into these letters, line for line:
Mr. Tudel washington street
F stoys4on street core Ia
line he milks
Brindle COW a wife
and one chile
There was absolutely no punctuation ana
| a nenc,led "Los Angeles, CAL" In one cor
ner by another hand was all that saved u
from a wandering Jew existence.
Tt is a commentary on the writer's ideas
Of the Importance Of dairy and family.
The inside Of the letter would be worth
a small admittance fee Strange to say,
the letter went to 'stoysion F." and found
Mr.. Tudel.
And stranger. the brind1e COW was the
best mark Of Identification on the list.
H. B. L.
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A Balm in Gilead M
II Secretary Alger would really like to
por0et his woes for q week we would reAs