Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1906-07-30
THE WANDER-LUST.

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THE WANDER-LUST.
With book ana bundle on my back, ant
| knCtty staff in hand,
| fare along the dusty road through WOOD
and meadoW-land;
Or, gazing from the flying train behold
the starry night,
Or, leaning from the vessel, watch the
wave of dreamy white.
On. on through sleeping villages with
curtained pancS / pass,
Fly many Il silent, mOonit field knee
| dee p in fragrant grass
| Though in some green and pleasant spot
chance while to stay,
| The fire Of travel in my blood soon urges
me away.
l see the flash of gilded domes beside a
| turquoise flood,
And vineyards purpling in the sun and
| aloeS i'll the bud,
| Before me from the mountain tops, by
| ancient tower and town.
An angel clad IN golden mail the morn
ing, marches down.
| A pilgrim OF the earth am l. no narrow
| walls confne
| My soul, as in a rusty sheath, the horizon
| minc
| The JOY of motion leads my feet untired
Ger vale and HILL
| And from the shadows and the mist new
prospects beckon still.
| -'Minna Irving i'll FourTrack News.
| The stage-coach that carries the mail
between Kent's Hill and Readfield Sta
| ton in Maine drew up along the roadside
and the driver accosted a little old man
working in n field.
DO YOU know who Mrs Abby b.
Brown is and where she lives?'
| The old man considered. Brown, Abby
~ %Ta po ne Er r"peatG G You don't
No. Mrs. Abby h. Brown. we've got a
| letter for her"
"B. you say the middle letter is B. do
you? l know n whole lot of Browns that
| live on the other side of the road, but
there amt any Abby b. among them
You don't mean Abby h. Smith, do you?
She lives over
No. it's ABBY r.. Brown. Wen find
her somehow. Thanks"
The stage-driver started his horses but
before rTel,e. the corne r., was reached faint
around. The old man, hoe in hand was
pursuing the stage.
"RroWn, Mrs. Abby B. Brown. did you
say? Why, ] know her. She's my wife"
Pat and Mike had an argument over
beer drinking. Pat bet dollar he could
the bet and friend was called to hold
the stakes. Pat then asked to be excused
for short time. He returned at the end
of twenty minutes drank the beer and
pocketed the money.
You're a great mon," said Mike adj
mirngly, "shnre I never dhramed yez
us where we wint a little nit gao?"
Faith" answered Pat. 81 wint to the
saloon around the corner to see if l
could do it,
During the Civil War a Mr.. Wertenber-
ger kept restaurant in n central lndi-
ana town. AS all commodities were high
at that period. in consequence of an in
tlated currency. his pie crust had no more
shortening in it than was absolutely nee
essary, lard costing Twenty-Five cents a
customer came in and called for pie.
which was served to him. and he set out
to devour it forthwith. But the crust
was SO short Of shortening that he could
not get his fork through it. He strug
sled with it manfully for few minutes.
and then laid down his knife and fork in
despair.
MIR. Landlord" he declared at length.
''Td like to know who in thunder tans
your piCs"'
ness for the average otficeboy. He has
an idea that the genus is insufferable
and invariably when the humorst sallies
forth into some business office there is
Immediate armed hostility between him
and the boy.
one day Mark went to see n friend at
his office, and the officeDoy on guard in
icy tones said
Whom do you wish to seeo"
Mark mentioned his friends name.
what do you want to see him about"
came next from the boy.
Mark Twain immediately froze up and
then with genial smile he said;
Tell him. please, ] want to ask his
hand lin holy matrimony."
Little i'artholomew's mother overheard
him swearing hike a mule driver. He dis
She took him to task. explaining the
wi"kelneSs of profanity well as its
vulgarity. She asked him where he had
learned I'll those dreadful words. Barth
olomew announced that Cavert, one of
his playmates had taught him.
"avcrts mother was straightWay m
He vigorously denied having instructed
bartholomew. and neither threats nor
tears could make him confess. At last
he burst out:
II didn't ten bartholomew any cuss
words. Why should know how to cuss
any better than he does? Hasn't his
father got an automobile, too"
Sallie. 4 ncgress noted for being an ex
cellent worker. was visited one day by
one &c her old empowers. Her little
shanty was very small. consisting of
well. Sallie" began her caller. 81 have
not seen you for many years. but | have
come to ask Won to do some houseclean
ing for mo. VIII YOU come tomorrow
ooh. no, missus," replied the other II
can't come any mo-. Use married an
has large family. I can't come"
How many children have YOU. Sallie?"
Twelve, mum.
where are they? I don't see any
about
''Ya'sum have twelve-eleven in
heaven and one in de house of refuge"
Irving Bachelor. the author of "F.ben
Holden" went a little farther north than
usual last summer while on his vacation.
and penetrated Newfoundland. He
caught good many fish. but this did not
prevent his keeping eye the
tives. He was particularly impressed by
the men who spent the day lounging
about the village stores.
What do you fellows do when you sit
around the store like this?" he asked Of
the crowd arranged in a circle Of tilted
chairs ard empty boxes and maintaining
n profound silence.
s.WelL' drawled one of the oldest.
"sometimes we set and think. and then
again other times we just set.'-Woman's
Home Companion.
For lilies of the valley a vicar in Car
marthen draws $500 a year from a Lon
don dealer while an aged woman in
Berkshire is said to make near 5000 out
of Marechal Mel roses.
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