The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1900-08-24
SPINNING WHEEL.
THE HEATHER CHINEE.

1t lhN <'Nf Guns lHt SHNS.
Yer 4 thing that gifts rich an then hu!icrs
If We aN ye t follow our laws.
It never was good IS a voter.
What good in tn land are ye. sure:
\ or Il villain. Il rhate. an il h"ater
MnnSOly. we shows We tn durc!
1heS'> K"o>hia an England agin yc,
Uncle SANS, :>'' at yvr pigtaii. ye Sin yc-
Av. out with Yer leperOuS clan!
I h lmpror of Garnany'S tragic,
He will write up an opry ov ye:
His l'opSUES will teach yc Il magic
We haythrn. climb down t Yer knee:
Fer tn powers are lookin' fer slices
They will cut ye up quietly an fine:
They will divvy yer teas an yer ric">--
An push yc all int tn brine.
Fer it's one an all ov them Sayin'
In accents both rapid an low:
lis time, fellow powers, fer tn SlaNlN
Tn Haythrn t'hinee. he must go:'
Harold MacGrath in Syracuse Herald.
\ tall, lop-Shouldered negro who
worked about the trcighthouSc, had tax
en- y seat ON tn" platform with his back
against Il cotton bale for a rest when a
fat and sticky colcrel man came across
the street and stood before him and
y;lzrd ,1],un him in unliSgui<ed contempt
This had continued for minute when
the rllr ON the platform uucricd:
"Sttvr Rolli>tcr. who yu lpokin' 1T in
dat distinguished Way:'
"lze kukin' at yo, sah.'
"Wha1 yu' lookin' at me- fur?''
1.-Two weeks ago. said the storky man
rs he tlouriShed his right arm in the air.
"yn, Slandered my character
''IIu."
II dun sent yo' a challenge. saint
rllal1tn$e to meet me.
Il sent it frcw dc mail, an I disclosed
an rNtry postage stamp fur yo' to reply
wild. Up to dis date, sab, Lee had no
reply. | wants to know what 80 is
5cin' to do about it,
""What lie gwine to do? III show yo',
sab, Doan' yo' reckon yo' kin bulldoze
me. Steve Bollster:''
He took from his hip pocket an old
handkerchief and from the folds nt the
handkerchief piece OF brown paper,
and after two minutes hunting he found
a postage stamp and handed it out with
the remark:
If yo' dun thought I hadn't lie manly
honor to save an return dat Staml. dem
yo' didn't know me, sah-didn't know
me-"
"Sah-' replied the Stocky man as he
examined the stamp and put it away. Il
accept de apology an am no longer mad"
IF yo hain't mad. den / hain't mad.'
replied the other, and presently they
Went across the street with their arms
around each other to get Il drink.-Ex.
This is what 4 middlc-aced farmers
Wife Of Woods Pond ridge. Bridyetvn,
did enc OF the hot afternoons and even
tMe.) Journal. She and two of her chill
dren rode to Choate's hill, picked fifteen
quarts CT blueberrieS, walked home,
About 4:30. She then canned four Quarts cnr1s
Of the berries. made q lot Of pies. went
cut and raked hay for an hour, back to
the house and Sprinkltl her weeks
fer the family (ccmpriSiny herself. hus-
band and five children). washed the dish
tS. made the beds, washed the family
culorel clothes, attended to several minor
chcrtS. put the children to bed all who
were not cid enough to go it alone, and
turned in herself at 10 o'clock. As a
tiniSher she was obliged to be up good
part Of the night with Il sick child. and
the following night went to Il dance in
Denmark.
On a certain occasion when the l'iShu,,
Of OXf"rl alighttd from the train at
Nheatlty. the station for CuddeSden pal
ace. al utficiuuS porter rushed up to him
and asked: ANY articles in the va1l. my
!ord:- "-\rticle*'''' said the lish"p. grim
". Yes. thirty-nine articles" Of hur
rieu the porter and worried the guard al
most ont OF his senses by the way ne
searched the van and detained the train.
Presently he came back to the bishop
with Il crestfallrn expression OF co1l-
tenance. ''There are only seven. my
lord" ''Only seven? All: you're a dis
Senter. then. [ should think. ''-West-
minister Budget.
I met a traveller who came from the
Cape aboard the steamer on which Rud-
yard kipling made the passage. and he
had some good stories to tell OF the au-
thor, says the Philadelphia Post. Kip
ling was pestered by tiock Of passen-
gers who wished to gush over him and
hero-worship him.
Kipling, you know, is not built that
way. and puts up impatiently with gush
and hysteria. One forenoon Kip1ing was
walking the deck. hand in hand with his
little daughter, when one OF the gushers,
seeing an opportunity to fatter the ia
Their and so make friends with the au-
thor. threw himself in the way OF the
couple.
oh, Mr.: ,Kipling," he gushed, lis that
hlp!ilng grunted non-conlnnttal
Yes" and tried to pass But the fel-
low was not done with him. Still stand
ing in the way, he. exclaimed:
What a delightfully."- beautiful and
healthy child she is''
kipling gazed a stony stare at the man.
and saying, with great emphasis on the
personal prcnoun, Pm reasonably salts
fed with her make,' he shouldered past
the bore and tramped on.
''Madam,' said the tramp to the farm
ers wife, have you any objection to my
lying down Ia one Of your fence corners
and dying?'
mo objection at ALL replied the lady.
Over in that corner you will find a lot
Of straw
Il wouldn't dare to lie on your straw,
madam said the tramp; Pm so hun
CRY that I'd be sure to wake up and find
myself eating it,
I'VE have plenty more,' said the farm.
er's wife pleasantly as she closed the
door.-Cleveland Plain Dealer.
1.-THE Spectator of the Outlook recent
ly visited Concord, and has gathered
these comments upon the Concord celebri-
ties by a citizen of that place: Stand
ing by the heap of stones which marks
the site of the hut at Walden pond, he
commented: "Wel], Thoreau raised
beans, and when he got hungry he cut