New-York tribune., 1902-06-21
THE TALK OF TIE DAY.
forms.

,-Tba r,,ira Advertiser'' is authority for the fol-
lowing story of experience of the late Chan-
cellor Upson with a pagiarist- During his pastor
ate in Albany DR.. Upson was presiding at meet
ing st which a speaker of wide reputation as an
orator and writer delivered an address Ihe wv"
were not acquainted save by reputation Inc ora
tor had made but little progress when Dr. Cpson =
attention was attracted by the familiar form OF
The lords and line of thought. The conviction
soon was forced upon him that he was listening
to his own production, delivered some years pre-
viously In a distant city! And to the end the
speaker spread out the stolen goods as his own!
While listening 10 orator Dr. Upson decided 1t
would be ungracious for him to expose the piracy
and when at the conclusion he had to comment
upon the address, he said he had followed the
argument with much interest. and found himself in
close agreement on the position taken!
He Was Not Afraid.-Old Lady-And so you are
That IS n commendable ambition. and I'll give
you this to help you on your way. ,, - -
wen TTamPthonfes get fo Cory Guie Gueh 0i's'' ~ "
What kind of town is that?"
II don't know, mum: but I've heard It's place
where they shoot strangers wot refuses to drink
with 'em.'-(New-York Weekly.
"A suburban family of wealth" says THE Fhila-
delphia Record has two Cinnamon in pure white
native dress TO do the work of the house. These
servants called Ching and Pong. and their
skill and diligence Incompatible. Pong. the
cook, prepares puff paste, clear soups. intricate
sauces and suchlke difficult dishes admirably and
there Is no end TO the pans 10 WHICH IlS VIII tS-
sort in order that everything shall be served in
a first rate manner. The other day all the family
were in New-York save one son. a boy OF four
teen, and for this lad the cook prepared an eab-
crate dinner. the dessert of which was a pr1ck or
ice cream in five favors-bisque. strawberry. choc-
olate vanilla and peach. There only
freezer in the house. and in it he had made tiny
portions Of each flavor one at a time Ching.
who is the butler puts on one and sometimes
and three clean white suits day. Twice week the
men go town TO have their heads shaved
Tess-pid you see May when she delivered the
valedctory at her college commencement!
Jess-Yes; and it certainly was lovely
Jcss-Yes il was Just plain mousseline de sole,
but SO stylish.-Philadelphia Press
Eugene Ware the new Pension Commissioner. is
ha wing experiences which shake the complacency
with which he entered upon his position Il am
convinced" said Mr. Ware shortly after taking
the office that if will not get angry and will
bear patiently with the old soldiers, who more
or less cranky. he can get along without friction
of a very annoying kind week later Ware re-
turned Topeka to settle up some private busi-
ness. At his office became the mecca of pill
grims who came to worship but to demand.
A sniyeng specimen Of humanity, who probably
never served outside of the Commssary department.
was persistent in demanding a pension. There was
something about his claim that he couldn't prove
Get some afidavits from your wife and children
said Ware. "Well, you see. colonel. said the man,
Il kinder ran off and left my wife and children
and l don't know where they are Ran off and
left your familyl' snorted Ware. "Well, you
mean scoundrel, get out of this office before drop
you down the elevator, and don't you ever show
your ugly around here again!' And thus the
new Pension Commissioner gave evidence of that
long suffering patience which is conquer for him
those paths of peace.
Proof to the Contrary-''Yes." said the pretty
maiden. idly drawing figures in the sand the
beach with the point of her parasol fiction does,
as YOU say, give false ideas OF things. I don't
suppose. for example. any one ever makes loveSin
real life 1t is done in fiction
Something in her manner embodened the young
''Esmeralda" he said tremulously "I have long
dreamed of time when l might feel free say
to you what is in my heart, but you have seemed
cold, distant, so unattanable, that my
ard lips have refused to frame the words. Now,
however. / wait no longer. For me- at least.
Esmeralda. this Is the hour of fate. | have feared
it too much. and my deserts small yet dare
to put il to the touch, to win lose IL all Every
hope and aspiration have In life Is In you
My whole being cries out for you. Every moment
of my life your image Is before There is not
pulsation of my heart that does thrill with
love for you. offer you the devotion OF a life.
Esmeraida, | love you. love you love you'
u see was wrong. George" softly replied the
maiden, still drawing figures in the sand with the
point o. her parasoL-(Chicago Tribune.