Daily Kennebec journal., 1899-02-09
Corset Covers,

ter with low heels.' he said. "rhe tai
girl differs from man in not bein;
proud Of her height. She knows a lit
tie girl Is more likely to be esteemed
affectionate and loving by the mel
than "a tall girl. So she tries 10 ge
down to the loving level. Then, again
they know that the little girls hav,
more chance of securing beaux. for Tho
tall girl must restrict her hopes TO tn,
average sized or tall men. Short mer
do not like to go out with girls severa
inches taller, and SO fall back on tn.
petite. So, where men are having thei,
| heels made extra high. girls and WON.
Ell are having theirs lowered. Wha,
is true of all girls shoes is equally true
i'll regard to their hats. They are low
ering them. too. and the fiat hat is as
sure to come in again as it is thaI the
tall girl is here today"
do you know my husband?" queried
| a middle-aged woman who called al
police headquarters the other day.
Nom" replied the marshal.
His name is Handiboe-John Pau
| Henry flandlDOe.
| Don't know him."
Lives on Laurel street"
We'll. is he lost. strayed. or dead?'
Neither sir. He's alive and out on
the street. and will probably be here
within ten minutes to lie about me-
Whats the trouble?''
| We had a row, sir, and I skinned
his nose and pulled his hair He will
| come down to tell you that broke his
nose. but do you feel of it for yourself.
Don't be imposed upon, SIR
| Nom, ! WON'T
And he'll say that I pulled out
| enough of his hair to stuff lounge
Don't YOU believe it. Here's what l
| pulled out. Facts is facts. sir. and you
can't get over EN-
! And she produced and unrolled a
| paper containing about handful OF
! grizzly hair which had been pulled out
| by the roots. and laying it on the desk
| she continued:
Would that stuff a lounge? Would
that even pad boxing-glove? When
| he comes rushing in to tell his story
| just show this to him"
! "Yesm."
Hes an awful liar. sir. He lied to
| me to get me to marry him. Said he
| was a millionaire. but sawed wood for
| exercise. Here's the hair. and the
| nose he'll bring with him. Let him
| tell his story and then crush him with
| the proofs of It's falsity. He's easily
crushed sir. and one crushing will las.
| him for six weeks"
The burglar had been through the
whole house without finding SO much
! as a collar button. He was just about
| to surrender himself entirely to bitter
reflections upon the Capitalization Of
wealth in modern times when his eyes
| chanced TO rest upon a massive service
| of silver plate upon the sideboard in
/ the dining room.
Aha he 1nuttered. in the old. con-
ventional way so familiar to all who
have ever met burglars. ''it is mine
He spoke confidently. not noticing
that a tall man. clad in night dress,
| was stealing noiselessly along the cor
rdor not noticing that from the
snowy folds of the thin robe fiuttering
| gently in the chill night wind there
! clittered a revolver: not noticing that
;, cold, steely glance followed his every
iItpNtincIll VIII oSAtViity WI II VI
| long usage he gathered a dozen knives
and a sugar bowl in one hand. and in
| the other the cream pitcher and water
| set.
| Bang.
He was about to take the tea urn in
| his teeth. but paused when bullet
| whistled above his head and buried it.
self in the heavy oaken sideboard.
BEG pardon" he remarked, tenta-
| lively.
| Bang.
( He felt disturbance amidst his hair
and knew without looking that there
was a hole through his hat
Does anybody want me?'
He looked about him with no little
curiosity.
Bang!
He conjectured from the slight con-
cussion that the bullet must have
lodged in the pack of playing cards in
his breast pocket
'Ch. it's you. is it?"
! He had discovered the tense. deter
mined face in the doorway and the
white night robe.
Bang,
He was conscious of sensation of
unrest in his left leg. The first i'm
preston shadowy and uncorroborated
was that he had been shot there.
What can do for your
The burglar asked the question in the
formal way to which society is ad-
dicted. carrying neither in tone nor in
manner the remotest conviction that he
really wished to actually do anything
| for anybody.
| Drop that silver or you are dead
| man.
1t was the first articulate sound that
had emanated from the tall figure in
the night-robe
1 DO you really mean that L"
! Bang.
y 1t seemed to the burglar that one of
his fingers had been shot away. 1t
was only presumption upon his part.
however
oh. certainly he cordially re-
marked as he replaced the silver on
the sidebOard. 'if you insist. Life is
too short to spend 1t in arguing With
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