Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1904-11-21

same name as that on the check.
The clerk shook his head.
The man thought minute and
pulled ont his watch, which bore the
name on it's inside cover.
Clerk hardly glanced at it.
The man dug into his pockets and
found one of those "If-I-should-die-
onight-please-n otify-my- WIFE cards,
and called the clerks attention to the
description, which fitted to a T.
But the clerk was still obdurate.
'Those things don't prove anything
he said. We've got to have the word
of d man that we know"
Put, man, I've given you an identi-
fication that would convict me of MUIR
der in any court in the land"
That's probably very true,' re-
sponded the clerk, patiently. but in
matters connected with the bank We
have to be more careful"
Senator Tillman originated the dis
pcnsary system whereby his state con-
trolls the sale of all Intoxicating drinks
The otner day. in the midst of an
earnest conversation about the South
Carolina dispensaries, Senator Till
man smiled.
Il am reminded of an old man 1
used to know who drank too much"
he said. 'He was a fine old fellow
in other respects, and it was pitiful to
see him disgracing himself and his
family by the abuse of alcohol. took
him to task one day. / read him a
long lecture on the sin of drunken
ness.
Water said, is the thing. Stick
to water. James,
Well the old man answered,
there's only one place in the Bible
where man asked for water, and l
guess you know where he was"
A story is being related of Paul du
Chaillu, the one-time African explorer,
to this effect: One evening when re-
turning home on foot he observed a
man. evidently rather the worse for
drink. Who was engaged in vehement
ly embracing lamp post. Disengag-
ing him with some difficulty, the ex-
plorer started to take him to his home,
the location of which the man was still
able to remember. Having finally
reached their destination, the bibulous
one affectionately grasped Paul du
Chaillu by the hand, exclaiming in
tones of fervent gratitude:
Il shay. Of Teller, yoush all right
Whatsh your-hic-name?"
AS the explorer did not particularly
care TO give his name in full. he mere
ly replied that his name was Paul.
so it 'sh-hic-Paul. ish it?" hic-
coushed the man, and then after some
moments of apparent thought, in
CURED solicitiously:
SHAY, OF man, did v ever get an
ansher to those lo-ong lettersh |
v wrote to tn Ephesians?"
George Grey Barnard. the sculptor,
is hard at work in France. in the town
of Moret. upon his decorations for the
state capitol at Harrisburg.
An American visited Mr.. Barnards
studio in September, and while he was
watching the sculptor modelling. n
strange looking figure reeled past the
long haired man in a velvet
coat.
THAT is the town drunkard," said
Mr.. Barnard He is a person Of tai
ent. too. He writes verses, paints a
little, and has composed four popular
songs.
Sometimes he says the pleasantest,
brightest things. One evening. for in
he was staggering homeward,
after an afternoon at the cafe, when
the town marshal met him.
See here, Casimir,' the marshal
said. why don't you stop drinking-if
not Tor your own sake. then for the
sake of your two boys? Your eX-
ample to those little fellows is per-
nicious. 1t will ruin their career
"Casimir smiled, bowed and waved
his hand deprecatingly.
My dear marshal he suffered,
de-de-de-spite what you say, 1 intend
to make of my boys what YOU will
never be able to make of yours
What is that?' said the marshal
"'Better men, said Casimir, than .
heir father"
DR.. William M. Berkeley of the Porto ,
Rican Health Board sat in Pullman
ear, on his way to st. Louis. Through ..
he car boy in blue uniform passed. :.
he held pile Of books bound in bril- .
liant colors before him and, advanc- .
Nc. ne rattIed on in a nasal voice the ,
names of the books and their prices. u.
stop said DR.. Berkeley. LET me !.
Zee what you've got, boy" The boy !
stopped and DR.. Berkeley ran his, eye
'ver one popular novel after another.
lie took in his hand a volume more :
oberly bound than the rest-a volumet :
# Balzac.
That's just out" said the boy.
'Pere Goriot,' by H. de Balzac. It's =
lis latest and best novel;" DR.. j
smiled.
Just OUT" he said. "why, don't {
ou know that Balzac has been dead
or years."
The boy frowned. impatiently. "oh,
his amt the old man." he said. ''This
) his son.
One warm day IN Hartford Mark Twain,
n his way home from a long walk. felt