The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1900-10-19
SPINNING WHEEL.
TIE ALTERNATIVE,

LIZ ALI LIMA Il r..
!. J me- may hope love?
Throw away the rope, love-
That about my neck l did intend to tight:;
draw?
Give me just a word, love;
Say my passions heard love,
And that Tor no one but me you really cave
straw.
Chocolate creams and tarts, love,
Gifts from each our hearts, love.
Marbles, tops and hair ribponS, and man.
mystic packet.
You We're just turned seven, love;
was not eleven, love,
When YOU first accepted me Il wore 4 Nor
folk jackcU.
Wandered we away, love,
From our parents sway, love,
And when l was found, love,
Very nearly drowned, love,
All our plans fell through, fer I was bun
died off to school.
Spirit Of my youth. love,
Watt to me the truth, love-,
Come thy words to me diffu>ing pc-flme
When l hear thy voice, love,
Shall my heart rejoice, love?
Or Wilt carry tiding OF misfortune and dc
spairing.
! And If tits nay, love,
10 all I've to say love,
To my forehead I shall press pistol barrel
bright,
And Of me, forlorn, love,
In black you'll have to mourn love,
perfect fright! -punch.
1T q ministers meeting held this week
the following story was told On Metho-
dist preacher who has recently taken a
church in small town not far from New
York. Rev. Mr. Smith. as he may bv
Called has Il 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 in good butter. She went to
his store on Monday morning and asked
for some fresh butter.
Mrs. Smith," h: said, "becausc it was
| made yesterday
what! Made on Sunday. Mr. Jones?"
she replied. Il certainly will not buy it,
and 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
convert and bought the butter, offering a
ten-dollar bill in payment. Brother Jones
could not change it, SO Mrs Smith went
|
change for the bill lot of small change.
When she offered to pay Brother Jones
| he said:
rs that money part of your hus-
bands salary?"
1T u.s." said Mrs. Smith.
| "Then l can't take it; it was made on
Sunday" and off he went with his but
! ter.
Tilt do pear lax Providence is on
my side,'' said the colored brother. "You
know l los my lef' arm in de sawlnill
las year?'
| "Yes."
"Well, I got $50 damage fer dat; en-
TO- I'd half spent de money, along come
de railroad en- cut off Williams leg, en-
| got so much money fer dat I amt done
| countin' it yit! IT Providence DIES STAINS
| by me, en- dey keep on a-hackin' at us,
we'll soon be Twin in 3, painted house
| stituton.
"Mother," said the little 5-year-old boy
in a plaintive voice, ''why don't have
papa like other boys?'
You have one. Tonto,' she replied.
But l never see him. Where is hep
''Your father left home four years ago,
darling. We had a little racket about
the bean soup, and he got mad and left"
MAJ"
Il hope so darling. Yes, hope heav
en- will bring him back to us: There is
the bell. Suppose it should-'
"Wcll. l said the soup was burned"
remarked the returned wanderer, as he
loafed in and looked at the mother.
And said it wasn't" she replied.
What, do you still defy me?'
1.-THE soup was all right, aud I'll stick
to it,
Then farewell. obstinate woman! I
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
was settled for another forty-eight
months. Washington Post.
Now, the train was laundering on
with it's load Of human freight toward
the abyss with great rapidity
"Alas', cried Gladys, Il 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 ea.-lndianapolis
Press.
-:o:--
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.
\ police sergeant felt in the pocket and
drew out flask labeled u. J. Jones, 40
Duke street."
''Go to 10 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 feather he was
trying to burn under the nostrils.
The cyclst smiled and murmured
"Charlie!''
''Tell, Mr.. and Mrs. Jones that Miss
Jones has met with an accident" con-
cluded the sergeant.-Spare Moments.
-:O:-
Consulting only our stout British
hearts, we pressed on, fighting like de-
| mons.