Life — February 11, 1897 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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SOME Day. In the Somewhere region that's ever bright, In the glow of the Someday sun, Is a castle that rears its columned height Where the mirroring waters run ; Where the tranquil moments like To answer each longing the heart n And the air grows sweet with the gentle st Of the roses kissed as the zephyrs fly music flow Like the fabled tokens of magic’s power It rises, as swift as thought. From the wistfulness of an idle he Are its dazzling spl But alas, to dust are By the passing jest of an idle tongu hey are gone, those beauties of form That were built of the things you meant to do. ndors wro There's another place where the roses are, Though it boasts no arch nor spire; It rests to the hitherward, by far, Of the land of the Heart's Desire ‘Tis built of the things that you've really do And the hours smile back at the gliding sun, And you love it well—though you sigh anew For the House of the Things You Meant To Do. —Washington Star. Mxs, Warts: Isn't ita good deal of annoyance to get such irregular hours ? Huxory Hiccixs: The irregular hours ain’t days.—/ndianapotis Journal. your meals at so bad as the irregular WHew he first began literary work, Murat Halstead wrote several novels which appeated serially in a Cincinnati newspaper, one installment a week He rarely was ahead of the printer more than one installment, and ofte this was received at the last moment, When he was in the midst of exciting blood-and-thunder serial, young Halsted secured a first-class position as correspondent for a leading journal, and found bis time completely occupied. The Cincinnati paper did not receive its usual installment in time for publication, and at last went to press with a note apologizing and promis ng that the story would be resumed next w Rut the next week came snd brought with it no manuscript from Halsted, and before the next publication day the author explained the situation, and added that the work would have 1 be dropped. The editor asked Halsted to explain the matter to his readers, snd the youny man sat down and wrote outa statement. The last printed instull- ment showed the heroine in the clutches of the villain, who had pursued nec t the verge of a high precipice and held her over the chasm, threatening to d her to instant death if she refused to disclose the whereabouts of a missing will. After recounting these facts, young Halsted added that after careful a prayerful consideration of the subject, the editorial management had decided that no young woman ought to be held over a precipice like that longer than three weeks, and that, as the villain evidently was growing tired, it had. been decided to let him drop the whole affair right where it was and quit. —Chicago Times-Herali Tis certainly wonderful how much science can do for us,’ “Ves; Mrs, Frontrow has learned to hypnotize her baby, and she di miss a club-meeting the whole week."—Cleveland Record, Stace News." his knees Did you know that Henry Irving had sprained one « * Ves; now he will have to make gestures with his arms.” © Chicago Record l | | : Fr CALVE SAYS: “The genuine JOHANN HOFF'S Malt Ex- tract has done wonders for me. I use is A CHARMING VALENTINE "KNOX" HAT THE DOOR constantly, and fiad myself much benefited thereby. It aids dizestion, tones the sys- tem,and makes me strong enough to with- stand the great nervous strain occasioned by my professional d Ask for the Schull!" JOHANN HOFF'S MALT EXTRACT, All Othors are Worthless Imitations. 00000 0-0-0009 2000009 00000 20000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000: ° 2000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 CREME SIMON aarvettous softening, whitening and perfuming the complexion. Most efficacious for light CUCUMBERS affections of the skin.