Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1899-08-19
WoMAN's NERVE.
A Physician Says There is Moth
ing So Inconsistent.
Five Little Sketches Jotted Down FIR s..,s
Minutes Of Reading.

1t was the first perfect day If n.
glad springtime. The warm en-,
frightened the country Landscape anf
the odor of opening apple blossoms ca m,
upon the laden atmosphere. The laz,
clouds fioated dreamiIy in the sk,
overhead chiefly because they conlI
not go afoot nor on the trolley care
| The rural roads were smooth under the
hammer of innumerable wheels and
| Clarence Wheeler had stolen Rirdv
Jones from her naughty Chelsea home
for ramble on his '97 tandem on the
| highways of the townships. Stonnine
| from their run, they rested beneath >
| big oak tree which Overhune n wav-
| side spring. Cowbells tinkled in Tho
wood lot beneath the meadow. and lii :
| tie lambs with wabbly legs three sizes
| to big for them. gambOled on the
Short green grass. On a broad dat
stone that looked down upon the crvsta,
water Birdy spread the lunch thew had
| carried in the tandem box, and Clar-
ence brought water in a romantic tin
can that he had found hard by.
The soft winds toyed with the girls
bleached tresses, which streamed over
her face like n phOtogfavure picture
of the west wind to illustrate Lonefel-
lDw's poems. Her cheeks flushed with
the vigor OF exercise and robust health
and when the young man approac hed
her from the spring his whole Thought
was centered upon the winsome beauty
Of the Divine creature. He sat down
by her side. His soul drank in the
charm Of the picture. She looked up
from the can of potted beef that she
was opening. with smile Of conf
dent approval on her young face Sud
denly her eyes kindled and the rosy
flush Of young womanhood gave way
10 a CHASTITY pallor. Her lip curled in
scorn. Her classic head was lifted In
anger "Merciful heaven" shrleked
the young man. Tell me. dearest girl.
what Is the natter
But she STEPPED back. and. striking
the attitude that she had learned at
the Chelsea Amateur Dramatic Club.
she pointed her finger at him and said
in tones that would wther a load OF
hay:-"All is lost Clarence Wheeler:
you are sitting in the pie"
II took short stroll. last evening"
said n man. yesterday. through the
residential section of the city and met
a hobo who had rather a novel scheme
He stopped me near the corner of Green
and Sewall streets. and instead of COM
ing out open handed and making his
wants known, proceeded to win me by
asking:
MY dear sir, can you direct me to
place where q man can get a good
nights lodging for q little money!
" 4 thought n few moments and told
him where I thought he could be ac-
modated. | started TO move away
when he put a second question:
Could you swell my fund for q
lodging. sir. ! need only n nickel he
said
Il assured him that l never gave to
tramps. He felt insulted and said: I
admit that | look like a tramp but
Tn not. I'm just in hard luck. that's
all Help me out. won't you? I'm
footsore and weary
The tramp's appeal touched me and
! gave him n nickel. We parted. on
my way home half an hour later | step
ped into a saloon and there was the
medicant leaning against the end of
the bar with high bail of mixed in
front of him. He blushed when he saw
me and said alphabetically: II felt so
tired that l was afraid | couldn't sleep
without ball. I'm going to bed now.
Thank you, don't care for another
Speaking of tact-"1 have just had
an amusing experience" said a young
woman who had never prided herself
ha ha 1npS
Il have been talking with an old lady
who always tries to say the right thing
and nine times out of 10 makes a fail
ure of it. She was speaking of my sis
ter, who is a very striking blonde-in
contrast to me. decided bru
nette. L always thought so much of
your sister" said she, in her most
gracious manner, she is such sweet,
pretty girl: but isn't it strange how
different she is from you? You aren't
a bit alike, are YOU?
That reminds me of an experience
of mine" said her companion. The
other day was introduced to a woman
who had not seen me since / was three
years old. You ought to have seen her
expression when she look
ed at me. Why said she. you used
to have such beautiful eyes!-and you
are so short, too. Dear me. | always
have imagined you had grown to be
tall So. you see. I am to understand
from that that l am an insignificant
little sawedoff, with shoe-button eyes
and not a bit interesting to look at.
No. l didn't fall on her neck and tell
her how glad wasn't to see her. but
had to laugh at her-she was such
tactless curiosity"
I'VE are forever going to begin work
in earnest tomorrow" said Mr.. Stay
bolt, land we are never satisfied with
the Job we've got, and we perform the
labor involved in it in only half-
hearted manner but we are going TO
work in dead earnest when we get a
job to suit us.
THE fact is that tomorrow. when we
get to it. will be to us as today is TO us
now We shan't feel any more ike
work: and that other job. when we
come in actual contact with 1t and see