Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1900-10-17
SPINNING WHEEL.
TIE ALTERNATIVE.

TIE ALTERNATIVE.
Toll me, may hope, love?
nrow away the rope, love,
That about my neck | did intend to tightly
draw?
Give me just word, love;
Say my passions heard, love,
And that for no one but me you really care
straw.
Chocolate creams and tarts, love,
Gifts from each our hearts, love.
Marbles, tops and hair ribbons, and many
mystic packet.
You were just turned seven, love;
l was not eleven love,
When you first accepted me q wore Nor
folk Jacket.
Wandered we away, love,
From our parents sway, love,
l to get for you water lily from the pool.
And when l was found, love,
Very nearly drowned, love,
All our plans fell through, for was bun
died of to school,
Spirit Of my youth, love,
Watt to me the truth, love,
Come thy words to me dinusing perfume
When 1 hear thy voice, love,
Shall my heart rejoice, love?
Or Wilt carry tidinE of misfortune and &C.
spairing.
And if it's a nay, love,
70 all I've to say, love,
TO my forehead 1 shall press pistol barrel
bright,
And of me, forlorn, love,
In black you'll have to mourn love,
color. love, In which you say you lcoS
perfect fright Punch.
At ministers meeting held this week
the following story was told on Metho-
dist prea cher who has recently taken a
church in a small town not far from New
York. Rev. Mr.. Smith. as he may be
seaHed, has wife who is consistent. She
does not approve Of working On Sunday.
One Of the members Of the congregation,
Brother Jones, was recommended to her
as dealer III good butter. She went to
his store on Monday morning and asked
for some fresh butter.
Il can guarantee this butter is fresh,
Mrs. Smith" he said, because it was
made yesterday"
What! Made On Sunday, Mr.. Jones ?"
she replied. Il certainly will not buy it,
and l am surprised at you selling it"
Brother Jones was hurt and a week
later he called on the minister's wife with
more butter and an apology. :.
This butter was not made on Sunday.
he said, land am of your, way of think
ing about working on Sunday"
Mrs. Smith was delighted at making a
convert and bought the butter, offering
ten-dollar bill in payment. Brother Jones
could not change it, so Mrs. Smith went
to the nearest store and received in ex-
change for the bill lot of small change.
When she offered to pay Brother Jones
he said:
''Is that money a part of your has
bands salary?"
1T is" said Mrs. Smith.
'"Then 1 can't take it; it was made on
Sunday" and off he went with his but
ter.
'Hit do pear lax Providence is on
my side,' said the colored brother "You
know l los my LEFT arm in de sawmill
las year?'
''Well. I got $50 damage fer dat; en-
To- I'd half spent de money, along come
de railroad Ell cut off Williams leg, en-
got so much money fer dat l amt done
countin' it yit! If Providence des STAINS
by me, en- dey keep on a-hackin' at us,
we'll soon be livin' in a painted house
wild two brick himneysr'-Atlanta Cen
stitution.
Mother said the little 5-year-old boy
in a plaintive voice, why don't l have
a papa like other boys?"
"You have one, Tonto," she replied.
''Dut l never see him. Where is he?"
''Your father left home four years ago,
darling. We had a little racket about
the bean soup, and he got mad and left"
will he never come back again, NAM
map
81 hope so, darling. Yes, I hope heav.
en- will bring him back to us. There is
the bell. Suppose it should"
1t was.
well. 1 said the soup was burned"
remarked the returned Wanderer, as he
loafed in and looked at the mother.
land l said it wasn't" she replied.
What, do you still defy me?''
''The soup was all right, and III stick
to it,
''Then farewell, obstinate woman! 1
go to, put in another four years in Eu
rope"
Papa whimpered the kid.
Henry called the wife.
But he had turned the corner and was
out Of sight. and the bean soup question
was settled for another forty-eight
Washington Post
with it's load of human freight toward
the abyss with great rapidity.
'Alasw cried Gladys, 81 have no red
skirt to wave"
For it was she who stood beside the
track.
1t suddenly occurred to her that the
engineer was a woman.
Taking off her brand-new hat she
waved that.
Of course the train was halted. To
inspect the hat? The dea!-Indianapolis
Press.
The wagon struck the rear wheel of the
bicycle and the rider was thrown onto a
pile Of bricks. The cyclist raised himself
on one elbow, reached an arm toward a
side pocket and collapsed insensible
A police sergeant felt in the pocket and
drew out flask labeled y. j. Jones. 40
Duke street"
go to 40 Duke street." said the ser
geant to policeman, "and tell Mrs Jones
that Mr.. Jones has"
The sergeant paused, and drew hand
mirror from the other pocket.
Tell Mr.. Jones that Mrs. Jones has
A bystander, who was assisting, tickled
the cyclists lips with a feather he was
trying to burn under the nostrils.
The cyclist smiled and murmured
"Charlie!" $
Tell Mr.. and Mrs Jones that Miss
Jones has met with an accident" con-
Guided the sergeant.-Spare Moments.
Consulting only our stout British