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A LINEAL DESCENDANT. ALL THE YEAR LONG, [F YOU'RE in tove, poor sily thing Tt matters not what any rules say ; Your girl can get you on a string On other days than April-fool's day. AGREES WITH HENRY CLAY. Biggs —" They say young Wright has just inherited a million dollars.” Boggs —"In that case I'd rather be THAT’S ALL. ss] HEAR that young Taddells is a veterinary surgeon now," said Mrs. Med- tone ders to her husband. “ Nonsense!” replied Mr. Med- ders. “ He ain't nothin’ but a horse- doctor.” THE EASTER QUESTION. GWEET Ethel, clad in softest gray. Looked like a saint on Easter day. I watched her walking up the aisle, And thought of angels all the while She reached her pew. air I saw her bend her head in prayer. With pensive All through the solemn service, too, Her rapt devotion thrilled me through. I said, “* In that uplifted heart No worldly notions have a part. “She only needs a pair of wings— Mer soul communes with holy things.” When church was out I walked with her, And wondered what her musings were, I did not speak ; words might intrude Upon the rapture of her mood. We left the crowd and then she spoke, And all my fancies fled like smoke. You'll marvel not I felt a shock When all she said was, “Like my frock?" SUSIE St, mest, THE PRIZE SHE SOUGHT. Mrs, Snively (meeting Mrs. Snodgrass at Sioux Falls)—* You here? 1 suppose you are acquiring a divorcial residence ?” Mrs, Snodgrass —" Well, do you suppose I would worry out an existence in a place like this unless “ESVDCE'S WORLD'S Fall tan hes, @ verezvea No. xu. CARMENITA OP CARACAS, O'ershadowing Caracas, Volcanoes pierce the sky They're crowned with snow, but far below Rich tropic gardens lie. ‘Thy Bosom, Carmenita, slike a nest of doves— But lone, apart, how dreams thy heart ‘Of equatorial loves! AN ABUNDANT CROP. Dorothy (seeing for the first time a barbed-wire fence)— Goodness! what a crop of thorns that fence is raising.” Wright than be president.” I had some valuable prize in view?” BY THE GAY He—"' Do you like this place?” SHk—" Well—er—I think the surroundings are very pleasant.” SEA WAVES. comicbooks.com