Life — October 14, 1897 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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IGOR) AT NVLLWS IT was at the club—a man club—and the members were discussing women, possibly from a realizing sense of how little they could ever possibly know about the subject, and with a laudable desire to learn by pooling their general information as much as might be. From woman in the abstract the conversation had drifted naturally to a consideration of the more con- crete expression of feminine phenomena—in other words, the company was talking wives, and each mem- ber was putting in his little claim to reflected glory, even as, long ago, did the happy husband of one Penelope. “My wife,” said the man from Chicago, proudly, “has one of the finest minds I have ever met.” “*Indeed, she has," agreed the stranger, who had just been introduced to the club. The Chicago man looked up sharply. There was an authoritative sound in the stranger's voice that he did not like. “*Nevertheless,"" he continued, after a pause, ‘I must admit that she has her faults.” “Indeed, she has," corroborated the stranger. The Chicago man started to his feet. ‘See here, my friend,” he exclaimed, ‘*I should like to know by what authority you agree with me so definitely about my wife.” “*The best in the world,” said the stranger, simply. “T used to be married to her myself, you know.” —Boston Budget. YEARS ago a member of the Indiana Legislature, in a brand new suit of broadcloth and a silk hat, gold- headed cane, and white lawn tie, wandered up into the sanctum of the Courier-Journal, stood around in a listless way, looked over the papers, went downstairs and came back several times. He was asked to take a seat, which he declined elaborately, and ended by drawing his chair, in a confidential way, up to the “Roundabout ” man's desk. “Couldn't you,” he said, ‘‘ put in the paper that I am at the Galt house with my bride, and just fling in something about my being a prominent Indianian? I don’t care anything about this sort of thing myself, but you know how the women are. I want fifty copies of the paper sent to this address.” And he laid dowa $2.50, grinned, got red in the face, said ‘Good morn- in; and vanished. Next motning he read that ‘* Mr, John Huckleberry requests us to say that he is at the Galt house with his bride; that he is a prominent member of the Legisla- ture of Indiana, and that he himself, personally, cares nothing for newspaper notoriety, but that a society note would be highly gratifying to Mrs. Huckleberry. He added that he wanted fifty copies of the paper for distribution to his constituents.” —Louisville Courter-Journat Tur Duke of Sutherland presented a park to one of the pottery towns, The opening was a big event, and the Prince of Wales was asked to perform the ceremony. A deputation waited on the Prince, headed by a wealthy and worthy magistrate, noted less for court-like demeanor than for being large-hearted, rough and ready and “real Staffordshire.” Unfortu- nately the Prince was unable to comply. ‘I should have been most bappy,” said he, “had I known sooner.” ‘Canna tha spare half a day just to show thy face ?*" said the magistrate.‘ We shall look fules CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS: NEW York, “ Qaptains Courageous.” By Rudyard Kipling. American Nobility, By Pierre de Coulevain, Animal Land. By Katherine and Sybil Corbet, New York: E. P, Dutton and Company. Diana Victrix. By Florence Converse. Bostes and New York: Houghton, Mifflia and Company, Bon Mots of the Nineteenth Century. 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She demanded to be told what had become of then, and the professor explained that, as they had made a good deal of noise, he had put them to bed withost waiting for her or calling a maid. “T hope they gave you no trouble,” she said. “No,” replied the professor, ** with the exception of the one in the cot here. He objected a good dealto my undressing him and putting him to bed.” The wife went to inspect the cot. “Why,” she exclaimed, ‘‘that's little Johnay Green, from next door."—Pittsburg Dispatch For sale by all Newsdealers in Great Britain. The Inter- national News Company, Bream's Building. Chancery Lane, London, E. C., England, Aorxts. Paris; Saarbach's News Exchange, 1 Evnorean Agerrs—Messra. Brentano, $7 Avenue 4 ¥ Clarasti Germany, Agents for Germany, Austria and Switzerian: IVORY “A good complexion needs no or heightening.” and leave nature to do the rest. ‘Tre Snocten & Gamare Co., Cnet. SOAP. 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