Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1903-11-14

Brete Harte was once asked in Lon
don il he did not exaggerate some of
his western character creations. He
declared that he did not and told this
as true story, which he had always
feared to put in print A well known
desperate came into saloon and. of
course, those who knew him had BUSH
ness elsewhere at once. An English
tenderfoot remained and the bad man
invited him to drink. The Britisher
innocently said he did not care to do so,
a dangerous remark to make in those
days, whereupon the desperate YEARLY
reached for his gun and said in o tired
sort of way: Good Lord, can't I ever
take a drink with out killing a MANI"
1--WE been told, your grace, that bit
Of rouge heightens a woman's CHARM"
said little woman to Archbishop
Ryan, of Philadelphia, who is men,
toned as a probable cardinal, while he
was visiting fashionable woman's col
lege on the occasion of his golden ju-
bilee. "And I've also been told" she
continued that it is awfully wrong
to use rouge. Won't you please
give me the right rule, your
grace?" the girl asked, her sparkling
eyes trying to divine whether she had
touched a mortal spot in the old pre-
late's moral code. The Archbishop, ac-
cording to the story going the rounds
of the metropolitan clergy, looked the
little woman over for moment, a
smile lighted up his face, then suddenly
vanished. "Some," said the Archbishop,
trying to keep away the smile from
his cheeks, "hold that there is nothing
pernicious in a little rouge, while 9TH
ers regard the use of this cosmetic as
very vulgar. To me it seems that it
is best, in all things of this nature. to
take the middle course. You don't
comprehend? Well, my dear little one,
try it. Just you take the middle course.
Paint one cheek only"
The extent to which the lingo of
the navy is used as slang in the fami-
lies of naval officers, particularly
among the women, is instanced by
little story now going the rounds in
Washington
The youngest daughter of a promi-
nent naval officer was entertaining a
friend who had called to congratulate
the eldest daughter, who lately had be-
come engaged to a captain in the same
service as her father. The friend, re-
marking upon the engagement, sug-
gested that the youngest daughter
doubtless would miss her big sister.
whereupon the girl addressed quickly
replied:
"Oh. dear, yes! But just think of it
I am advanced number.
.Did YOU read about the engagement
of Miss May Goelet to the Duke of
Roxburghe?" he asked as he looked
lovingly into her eyes.
eyes" she replied softly, feeling that
the mcmentous occasion was at hand.
1T was all arranged for them by
mutual friends" he went on. ....-
"Was it," she asked. .... ..s,.,-
Eyes" he answered. THE Duke did
nit make love to her himself at ALL
Didn't he?"
"No. He got some other people to at
tend 10 the matter for him.
There was a brief interval of silence,
during which he looked at her and she
looked at the floor @Ni%
81 don't think much of the Duke" he
said at last.
81 wouldn't have such a fool man
around" she returned quickly. A mo-
ment later she looked into his eyes,
sighed and said: 1--WE don't want any
European innovations. do we?'
NO" he replied as he drew her lit
tie closer to him, land I never did take
much stock i'm proxies, anyway"
The shabbily dressed woman got up
at Fifty-ninth street to leave the car.
SAYS the New York Press. The fat man
across the way was the first to spy the
pocketbook on the vacant seat.
"Hi!" he shouted, you've left your
pocketbook!"
The woman next to him made fran
tic grab at the departing passenger,
overbalanced herself and fell sprawling
in the aisle. An old gentleman with
curly white beard poked the shabby
woman in the back with his cane and
was glared at. The young clerk in the
corner caught her by the arm and was
rutlcly rcpulsed as she stepped off. The
guard gave the bell rope two jerks and
the train moved on.
Then the woman in the seat next to
tIlG one NdChJctl ny lHt SIldocy oilC SUI
denly awoke to the fact that there had
been some excitement. She looked up
from the book she had been reading,
shook out her dress. picked up the
pocketbook and placidly resumed her
novel
The fat man growled something about
all being fish that came to her net; the
woman next him remarked that the
shabby woman probably needed it more
than the well-dressed finder. This en-
couraged the benevolent old gentleman
to go out on the platform and speak to
the guard.
As soon as they had passed Sixty
sixth street the guard entered the car
and approached the well-dressed wo-
man. The other passengers looked on
eXpectantly.
Say. lady" he began. Better give
me that pockethook. I'll turn it in at
the end Of the run, and the other lady
can get it."
4 don't know what you're talking
about" retorted the novel reader tartly
The other passengers murmured
loudly Feeling that the car was with