Life — March 25, 1897 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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Winntrrep McFINGLe fiercely forced her mother-of-pearl paper knife along the spinal column of a cavernous commercial envelope. Then inserting her faultless fairy fingers, she fished forth from its fastness a freshly filled-in form. She gazed at it long and earnestly. Ina moment the look of fond expectancy faded from her face, and its place was occupied by a fearful, despairing blank- ness, The missive slowly fell from her nerveless hand “asa feather is wafted downward from an eagle in its flight." She camenear sinking in a collapse of consciousness on a convenient canary-colored couch. ‘Ah," she sobbed, where De Hootoo now? Where are his court and his retinue, and his blue velvet clothes, and his golden spurs and his waving ostrich plume, and his Damascus blade? And where are Cordo De Gastos and his beautiful sister, Zephyrita the fair; where, where are they now?” Her groans of anguish brought her mother, who was peeling onions in the next room, to her Speak, Winnifred,” she cried.‘ Do not keep me in suspense.” “\Where is he now ?” shrieked the lovely Winifred, made no less lovely by her Florentine, fourteenth-century anguish. “Do you mean Mr. Simpkins ?” asked her mother. “That wretched cigarette - smoking dude!" screamed Winnifred, spas- modically. ‘Mother, how can you! Where is Roderigo? Where is Cordo de Where is Zephyrita the fair? Where is my poem ?”” nifred, do not take on so,” began Mrs. McFingle, stroking some of the gnarls out of her daughter's peroxide of hydrogen hair. It is probably on the way back, like the others.” “No, no,” wailed Winnifred, her throat choking with emotion as she pointed to the letter on the floor, ‘I shall never see it again! " rely, surely, they will return it,” soothingly insisted Mrs. McFingle, not caring to reach for the letter, for fear her daughter might get the drop on her and go into hysterics while her back was turned. ‘0, no," continued Winifred, “it is gone —gone forever! No one will ever hear of my beautiful poem again. It has been accepted, and is to be p: for on publication."—7exas Siftings. ? Tue spirit of democracy is dominant in Aberdeen. A little while before the city election a candidate for an office thought he would call on a few of the leading city councillors. He hailed a cab and told the cabman to drive him to Councillor Bissett’s, the treasurer. The councillor was found in a blacksmith’s shop, shoeing a horse. “T'll see somebody better than this,” said the candidate. ‘‘ Drive me to Councillor Maitland’s office.” The cabman thereupon drove him to the pawnbroker's. “Drive me to Councillor Gray’s,” he ejaculated. “Tam Councillor Gray, sir,” replied the cabman.— 77¢-Bits. THERE was once an Irishman who sought employment as a diver, bringing with him his native enthusiasm and a certain amount of experience. Altho: he had never been beneath the water, he had crossed an ocean of one vari and swallowed nearly an ocean of another. But he had the Hibernian smil which is convincing, and the frm chanced to need anew man. And so on the following Monday morning Pat hid his smile for the first time in a diving helmet. Now, the job upon which the crew to which Pat had attached himself working in comparatively shallow water, and Pat was provided with a pick and told to use it on a ledge below in the manner with which he was already familiar. Down he went with his pick, and for about fifteen minutes nothing was heard from him, Then came a strong, determined, deliberate pull on the si rope, indicating that Pat had a very decided wish to come to the top. assistants pulled him hastily to the raft and removed his helmet. “Take aff the rist av it,” said Pat. “Take off the rest of it?” “Vis,” said Pat. ‘*Oi'll worrik no longer on a domn job phere Oi can’t spit on me hands."—Boston Budget. sy HARTSHORNS sic rauseg 5 v NOTICE ptiot.. mame Thus LABEL ano ccd, THE GENUINE > HARTSHORN GOUT and RHEUM. William St. 1 Blair’s Pills Great English Remedy tor ATISM. EFFECTIVE. Now York. OLETTES On: Violets) OV PERT wid L Saat: 44, placede la Madeleine, PARIS SNE NESE NS CZAR CONCENTRATED Right Prices You can pay more money for a bicycle, but you can- not secure a machine cf higher grade than the Cres- UMES 9 Cliff St., New York, We have Ce NE ens FINEST JUCCA OIL at markt and have eareritas samples so obtained to chemical anal; We find the oil to be PURE OLIVE OIL un- adulterated by admixture with any other oil or other substance. Its free from rancidi otber undesirable qualities, snc it iol OR, QUALITY We CAL LABORATORY, Est. 1836. S. RAE & CO., Leghorn, cent, or one that will please you better. $75, $50, $40. Crescents arc the most ular bicycles made—70, Crascents sold in 1896. Crescents for everybody— men and women, youth: and misses, boys and girls. Light, strong tandems. Sept. 15th, 1896, _ retail in the and all ERIOR WESTERN WHEEL WORKS Cutcaco New Yorx. Catalogue free, Agents everywhere, QO1ODO0O00O0O IFO OOGO00 OOO. Ital, (9010090000000 IIH II OIA