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The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1901-02-09

and II Is not likely that I. shall com
mence now!" s's
do you deny your own handwrit-
ing?" flashed out Mr.. Forester, who
was Of choleric disposition, and did
not relish his word being doubted.
II deny everything!" shouted the
major. stop minute, Forester;
here is the respectable female who has
just called to see me>o on business. I'll
just see what she wants before we go
on with this discussion. Now, then,
Mrs. Pry." ,.Y,, s.
But Mrs. Pry was making anna zonian
efforts to get letter out of her pocket,
and turned very red in the face at thus
being directly addressed.
''I'm sixty-odd, major. IL you please"
said Mrs. Pry, "and widow woman,
with small pension, as never thought
of marrying again. And / never sup
posed as you could demean your dig
nifty by making jokes at my expense!"
Jokes, woman!" Numbered the
major. "What on earth do you mean?
Is all the world gone mad?"
81 call valentines jokes!" said Mrs.
Pry. "And, please, sir, here It is, with
your own initials on the outside!
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~ ~ saying a L
NE2 want to m a X e
NNN you mine.
Presenting you are sensible and fattery
despise 'o
shall attempt to win you without telling
any lies.
Although may offend you, in the sweet
conceit of youth,
mean to try and win you with the plain,
unvarnished truth.
You have no gold or auburn crown Of
sunshine on your head
You have the normal quantity OF hair
and It is red.
You do not gaze with orbs Of night i'm
mersed In heavens blue
You simply see with common eyes and
squints e little too.
Your form is not Venus, with a fairy's
airy grace
It's rather short and dumpy, and 1t
couldn't win race.
You are not yet an angel to be worshiped
as divine
You only are mortal and to mortal
ways incline.
Your face is not an artists dream Of
beauty wondrous rare
It's plain and has some freckles as you,
doubtless, are aware.
You are not always gentle and affection
ate and kind
You have a woman's temper and you
often speak your mind.
You are not helping mother" when that
duty you can shirk--
You'd rather ride cycle, which is pleas
anter than work.
Your head is not storehouse filled with
knowledge we adore
Yet, while there's something in 1t, there
is lots of room for more.
Not all the fine accomplishments that
charm do you possess
You drum on the piano and you sing-to
my distress.
And now, because I see your faults and
still would make you mine.
I've proven that love you. Will you be
my valentine?
MORAL:
Love that Is Blind
Doesn't last. you will find,
Long after the honeymoon's over,
But Love that can see
Never dies and will be
union forever in clover.
H c. Dodge, in Chicago Daily Sun.
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soft sigh and went back to the basket
of unmended stockings which was the
Nemesis of her life, and Maj. Midge-
field came down stairs to the once
more deserted study. quite uncon-
scious of the raid which had been made
upon it.
"Parthenia-that was the name,
said Mai. dgefield-"what could
have induced me to think it was Pa
thence or Pauline? Now where the
very dickens is that letter? Surely, l
didn't-oh, here it is, poked away I'M
der the inkstand. That housemaid has
been in here busting. as sure as live,
and it's a mercy she hasn't thrown it
into the CRATE. Mrs. Parthenia Pry,
No. 10 Green court. Foxsley street.
that's it, and I'll just put my initials
in the corner, to insure speedy per-
usal, NJ. NJ, with flourish to the tail
of the last NJ. suppose my sister will
be very plaintive and injured about
this decision of mine. but she-has only
herself and her noisy lout of boy to
thank for it,"
And Maj Midgefield himself went
out to drop his letter into the nearest
post box.
st. Valentines day came. bright and
sunshiny. with hard frozen snow crust
ing all the streets. and q silver fringe
of icicles on all the caves and tree
boughs, and old Mrs. Pry stared hard
at the letter which the morning mail
brought her.
"It's from Maj Midgefeld. / know
it is" said she, fumbling in her dress
pocket for her spectacles. II know
them little curly-tailed Ms of his'n as
well as / know my catechism. I'll bet
a cookey he wants to come back, and
a good thing for me, too, with my best
room standing empty for three weeks.
Eth! What? A gilt Cupid with no
clothes on to signify. and lot of green
leaves. and 4 love you'll 1t amt pos
sible, unless the major has gone crazy!
"a letter from Maj. Midgeield,' said
Miss Adela Forester, who was tall,
black browed beauty, with cherry lips
and good high spirit of her own.
"And he wants to know If / will take
him"
"Nonsense!" said Mamma Forester,
who was buttering Vienna roll with
the serenest calm.
''Read it for yourself, then. and see,"
said Miss Forester, with toss OF her
head. "He calls me dear madam the
horrid old bachelor, and dictates as to
his room. his dinner and his shirt but
tons. My goodness" with lifting OF
the jetty brows, docs he think the
girls are ready to drop, like overripe
plums. into his mouth?"
"Of course, you'll say no." said Mann
ma Forester.
"Of course" said Adela.
"Then papa must see the major at
once" said the elder lady. Though IL
he were only few years younger, the
estate is"
81 wouldn't marry that horeid old
creature IL he were the only man in
the world!" cried Adela, with en-
phasis. as she remembered the young
passed midshipman now pacing the
deck Of the Silvestra in the Caribbean
seas, te whom her young affections
we're pledged.
So it happened that Mr.. Forester
and old Mrs. Pry both met in Maj.
MIdgefieid's room at the parsonage Of
ST. Adolphine, on the afternoon Of that
radiant 14th OF Febr aary.
II am sorry, major" said the former,
"that my daughter declines to enter
tain your very complimentary pro-
posal."
"what proposal?" said the major.
II meyer proposed to anyone in my life.
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indeed! breakfast irregular, dinner
at no particular hour, and everything
at skies and sevens! I'm not used to
it, and it upsets my digestion. Be
sides-there's that nephew of mine.
l suppose boys must exist. but they're
a prodigious nuisance. told my sis
ter I'd try six months with her, and
I've tried 'em. Now I'll go back to old
Mrs. Pry's boarding house, and my
second-story front room. with the
crate fire and the weather strips in
every window. My six months are up
on the 14th of February, and on the
14th of February I'll go!"
The major was a stout, short old gen.
tleman. with shining bald head, a
bumpy forehead, light blue eyes, which
always seemed as if they would touch
his spectacle glasses, and frost-white
mustache. He was an inveterate old
bachelor, with all the subtle ways and
habits of old bachelorhood, and had
money to leave-at least so said the
tongue of popular rumor-and he had
also furtive suspicion that all the
ladies were in league agains! his sim
gle blessedness.
"Ill write to Mrs. Pry." said the
major; and accordingly he sat DOWN
and wrote, succinctly:
"My Dear Madam: I am heartily sick
OF this sort of life. Will you take me?
II II isn't convenient don't mind saying
80. prefer the second-story front room.
No piano practice, no cold dinners, no
oh nv huttOnS-XOu
derstand my idiosyncrasies, and will
doubtless accede to them. Please let me
hear from you at once. Yours, very re-
spectfully.
milo MIDGl,FIELD."
81 think that expresses my ideas
pretty fairly" said Maj. Midgefield, as
he read the letter over, not without
complacency. Eyes, yes, pretty fairly.
Now, what is that woman Pry's first
name? I've got it signed to some OF
my receipts upstairs, and I do like
things to be shipshape and precise"
And leaving his letter neatly fold
ed on the table, in a shining, smooth
envelope, the major trotted upstairs
to find out whether old Mrs. Pry's name
was Paulina, Patience or Parthenia,
all three Of which names buzzed, like
familiar bees, in his brain.
"Iknow it's one of the three" he said
to himself "But suppose it wouldn't
do to write 'em all down and let the old
woman take her choice!"
No sooner had the major vacated the
study than in rushed Master Julius
Carey, only son and heir of the Rev
Joseph Carey, and the aforesaid
nephew whose boyish peculiarities
were so trying to the major.
where is n" bawled Master julius
a promising youth Of IA. "Where's my
valentine? Mother wouldn't let us
come in while Uncle Midgefield was
here, and now I'll have to step lively
to catch the post. Where is 1t, l sayf
do hope Uncle Midgefeld hasn't been
sending it off to any pretty girl on the
sly"
my dear julius" demonstrated Mrs
Carey, pretty, faded little woman
with colorless eyes, hair In crimpinG
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Ju.t Enouxh to Hurt.

The meanest part of comic valen-
tine is that it usually has little
truth under oil the absurd exaggera-
tion.-Chieago Daily Record.
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Last year, false girl, I, fool so rash
Upon lace paper gauds spent CASH.
This year. that folly I regret
A two-cent comics all you get
Chicago Daily Record.
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To NV Husbaud.

I used to send in days gone by
Some versesisweet, a curl OF hair,
A necktie-that you wouldn't wear.
1 send you now. oh, husband mine,
=" What best you like for valentine.
With frosting kisses heaped up high
A custard pie.
Katharine Brainerd Barber. in Boston
Budget
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Mr.. Wise-"What are you going to
do with your penny your teacher gave
you, johnny"
Johnny-"Goin' to buy a comic val
entine an send it to him."-Baltimore
American.
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Not DependabIe.

Teacher--And why should we I
deavor to rise by our own efforts?
Johnnie Wise-'Cause there's no z
in when the alarm clock wiz
wrong.-Baltimore American.
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CAN'T stand it,"
said Maj. Mid ge..
field. II can't,
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Bears house. "Hellor' he said to himself. ''I declare If they haven't gone to bed already. Not light in the house and the window blinds all down. Not 6 o'clock , yet, too, They ought to be ashamed Of themselves for being so lazy3 He alishted by the house and tried the front door. but that was fast. He then tried the back door, but that was fast, too. He tried all the windows, but they were fast so he flew to the top of the house and crawled down the great, wide chimney. He lis tened, but did not hear sound except . the Bears snoring. so he went to the pan try and helped himself to all he could eat Then he crawled up the chimney again, and flew away to party to which he was invited.
 The party did not break up until o'clock in the morning, and as MT. Crow started for home he could not help but think what a, fine meal he had stolen at Judge Bears house.
 ''Why, l really believe I'm hungry again." he said. T am sure of 1t. have a great mind to go back and get some breakfast. for they will not be up yet"
 It was a bright. moonlight night. so he flew straight to Judge Bears house, and crawled down the chimney without trying any doors or windows this time. He went to the pantrg, and not only ate all he could, but carried of a large mince pie with him when he crawled up the chim- ney.
 Later in the morning MT. Crow Thought he would go back to Judge Bears house and see if they had discovered the loss of their provisions. "1'li bet they will be tearing around like mad looking for the thief" he said to himself. He flew to the hollow where the house stood, but he saw no signs of life.
 How dark 1t is down here" said Mir. Crow. "I wouldn't be surprised if they : wersot up yet" He went down close by the house, but did not hear any sound. and ,he shades were all down, just as they had
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Wby BeoRs Sleep Hll WinteR.
R. F. Ayres Copyright 1901 by Robt Howard Russel)

been the night before MT. Crows curi- osify was aroused. and he crawled down the chimney again, but very cautiously, so as not to make the slightest noise. When he got to the floor he could hear the Bears snoring loudly, so he knew they were sleep ing as soundly as before.
 My goodness. It's ten minutes of Q, said MT. Crow. looking at a clock that stood on a shelf just outside the Bears bedroom door, for he could see in the dark. Then Mr. Crow noticed that the clock was an alarm clock. and that the alarm was set to go of Ut o'clock.
 That's funny he said Its almost Q now. If l stop that clock can have time to get something more out of the pantry lefore they awake" He stopped the clock, and going to the pantry took nice pudding and pot of jam. Then he crawled ,ip the chimney again, forgetting all about the clock.
 After awhile Judge Bear half awoSe. thinking it was time to get up. but 1t looked dark. for all the shades were down. and, besides, he had not heard the alarm go off, so he went to sleep again. In the afternoon Mrs Bear awoke, but she had not heard the alarm. either, so she turned over and took another nap.
 That night Mir. Crow returned and. crawl ing down the chimney as usual, went to look at the clock the first thing, so that he could see if the Bears had been up. He saw that the hands still pointed to ten min utes of 9. just as he had left them. and he could hear the Bears snoring in the next room. Then he knew that they had not
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Judge Bear and Mrs Bear lived in a little house in a hollow where the trees. grew so thick that it was never very light Even on the hottest summer days it was cool and comfortable on Jndge Bears porch, and in winter the strongest winds did not shake the house. for ii was shel tered by the hills that rose on all sides and by the tall trees all about. When the cubs grew to a good size Judge Bear gave them some good advice and sent them out to look after themselves, for the house was too small for four full-grown bears. Then Judge Bear and Mrs. Bear were left alone, but they did not mind that. for 1t was relief to have quiet after the way the cubs used to quarrel and growl all about the house. Judge Bear used to lay in great store of food every fall and sllch scarcely stir out of the house all winter, for the snow lay so deep and in such terrible drifts on the hills al around the house that sometimes he could not go anywhere for weeks at time. Still, 1t was very snug and warm in the little house, for the hills and the trees sheltered 1t from most of the cold.
 Both Judge Bear and Mrs. Bear wore very warm fur winter coats and so they did not have a fire all winter long, except to cook their food. They went to bed early in the evening and got up late in the morning. Sometimes they ate three meals a day, sometimes two, but more often only one, for they preferred to sleep, as both were very lazy.
 One evening MT. Crow was flying around, wondering where he would steal his sup per- when he happened to pass by Judge
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been up all day. for they would have set the clock going again; so he moved the hands until they pointed to o'clock and going to the pantry. carried off the big plumcake He came back every day. and found the clock set at o'clock. and carried of some thing good to eat. He would have thought Judge Bear and Mrs. Bear were dead If he had not heard them snoring
 One day Mrs Bear awoke and went to see what time It was. It was only 3 3o'clock.
 ..I thought 1t must be morning by this time" she said. So she went back to bed and had another nap. About week later she awoke Judge Bear and told him to get LID and light the fire, so that she could get breakfast
 Have you heard the alarm go off?" asked Judge Bear.
 No" replied Mrs Bear, ''but 1t must be nearly breakfast time" So Judge Bear got up and looked at the clock. When he saw that the hands pointed to o'clock he was very angry. "Go to sleep" he growled to Mrs Bear. ''It's nowhere near morning yet. I'm not going to light the fire at this hour So they both went to sleep again.
 After Mr. Crow had carried of everything good to eat that he could find he set the clock going again, at just about o'clock one morning. At Q o'clock the aNrm went off, and both the Bears jumped outpf bed.
 What long night it seemed 10 be" said Mrs. Bear. 'I'm almost starved Hto death.'
 I'm just a little hungry my yNclf" said Judge Bear, "as you will find out When you get breakfast ready" Mrs. Bear ,N ent into the pantry and came out in a minute No angry she could hardly speak. "We' been robbed.' she cried. Someone has l Zen here and eaten everything had cooked. All my pies. buildings and cakes have beeiI carried off.''
 You're crazy" growled Judge Bdhr, as he looked around and found the dooys and win dows all locked. He looked fol; Himself, and sure enough, everything waY just as Mrs. Bear had said. There was nothing to eat ip
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BELLE FRYE,

We are unable to find room for the next chapter of Andys Adventures in Toy Shop in this issue. It will be resumed next week.
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the pantry NJ Judge Bear had to go out to the smokehouse and get some ham and po- tatoes.
 What do you think?' cried Judge Bear, as he came in from outdoors. after having been to the smokehouse. Its spring!''
 You're crazy yourself" growled Mrs. Bear. But she went to the door, and, SUIT enough, there was no snow on the ground and the trees were beginning to have buds on them; the air was warm. too.
 "l really believe it is," said Mrs. Bear. We must have slept all winter. I wonder what was the matter with the clock?'
 Both Judge and Mrs. Bear were very angry at having their provisions stolen, but they were glad to find that they could sleep all winter. for that saved them lot of hard work every autumn. They told all the bears they knew about how they had slept so long, and now all of them go to sleep when cold weather begins and do not wake up until spring.
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"Yes, sister mine have thought of the lodge, and for me 1t would be just the thing, but would not think of taking you away up there in the mountains among rough people, where you would gradually become all broken down from hard work and bad sur roundings."
 "well, will take myself and relieve you of the responsibility, sir. It will do me great deal more good to learn housework than to ttcome proficient in French and German and lot of dead languages and accomplishments that are of no use unless one Is in the best society and, of course, that takes lots of money"
 We may have lots of money some day, Helen. MT. Livingston says that there are some investments in copper mines that are practically worthless now, but may be very valuable some day. They would bring all most nothing now. so he will keep them in trust for us. Still. after all, 1t may do you good in several ways to live in the mountains for a while, and I suppose we had better get our things together and make arrange ments to go.''
 few days later, George, with two modest trunks, and Helen, with two large ones, started on their journey to the shooting lodge In the Maine woods, bravely facing an unknown future, full of the courage of youth. They could not turn back; they must succeed or fail utterly in the struggle of life. They were going among half wild, strange people in half wild, strange coun- try, these children of the city, who had never known what it was to be denied any thing for which they might express wish. Still they were confident of success, for each had made sacrifices, and nothing so strengthens the heart and courage as the knowledge of battle won, and If 1t be over pride and selfshness, the victory is the greater.
 ITO BE coNTINUED)
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A TRIPLE MUDDLED.
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 An inspector was examining a school Tn country district some. distance from raii- way station. He was afraid of losing ms train so. hurrying with his work, he tried to do two things at once. Standing in the door- way, he gave out dIctation to Standard ll.' in the main room, and at the same time dic- tated a sum to Standard ". in the classroom, jerking out a few words alternately.
 The sum was: If couple of fat ducks cost $4.5O how many can be got for $2l.3o! v The dictation for. Standard II. began: Now, as a lion, proving about in search, &c Of course. the poor children heard both and got bit mixed. One little girls dicta- ton began: Now. a couple of ducks prowl- ing about in search of lion who had lost s45O," while Standard V. lad was scratch ing his head over the following sum: If 72 couples of fat lions cost $4.50, how much prowling could be got for $21.35?"
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Nearly all animals are fond of play, and sometimes their play Is almost systematic game. If you should come across a lot of goats playing football. with chosen sides, captains and all that sort of thing, you would be speeches. with amazement, and yet a tourist saw something on the Alps that Is scarcely less astonishing.
 It was In summer, and a flock of chamois had climbed up to where the snow never melts. evidently to play on 1t. Their move ments were so peculiar that he watched them carefully. They had found steep, snow covered incline, to the upper end of which they went in body just like party of boys intent on coastlng.
 And that Is precisely what the chamois in- tended, for two or three of them at time
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N Gbomois, as Coasters M

would crouch down at the beginning of ti descent, work all four legs to get start an slide over the surface of the snow to ti bottom. When they reached the bottoi they would rise, shake themselves and clim down. This they did time and again, the comrades at the upper end watching thel with great interest until 1t came their tuf to coast.
 The coasting ground was about one hW dred and fifty yards from top to bottom, an the chamois would shoot down it with th speed of slcds, the snow rising about them powdery cloud.
 There could be no dor bt whatever that the did 1t for sport and they seemed to enjoy as much as boys enjoy coasting down a wei packed hill.
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A SHARP BURGLAR.

A professional burglar in Berlin found new and original way of adding to the ordi- nary profits of his profession. After each burglary he sent full account of 1t to one of the daily newspapers, and for this he re- ceived payment in the usual way. But he tried his plan once too often. The editor be- came suspicious and gave information to the police, who soon found how this amateur reporter was able to beat all rivals in the way of early information.
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UNCLE NED SUGGESTS AN INTERESTING pAsTIME.

around the edges. For glass wash on oa negatives which you do not care to preserW only be sure 1t Is without blemishes. TH binding paper should appear as naEol border on the glass side, say quarter of a inch, the balance being brought around o the cardboard back l Paste the sides on first, letting them dN on the glass before bringing over on t4 back, as otherwise the paper might slip ot the glass. Yours for fun,
 UNCLE NED. l
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Dear Boys and Girls-This week l want to tell you about framing pictures in passe- partOut. Oftentimes you cut out of news paper or magazine picture of some war hero or perhaps simply fancy picture which you wish to preserve. If you are an to possess prints worth framing. Passe-par- tout work Is simply backing your print with stiff cardboard and facing It with glass, all of which is bound together with 8 specially prepared paper in black or other color.
 Mounting paste Is used to fix the paper
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SPRING FLOWERS.

The winter Is over and gone,
 The young low'rs are now gently born, For in the meadows they grow without fear, The little spring beauties-the gems of the
 year. A. GORDON, age IA.