Life — June 1, 1899 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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Revorus are wrought in many and curtous ways, but seldom in a stranger manner than that tn which @ certain drunkard was sobered. ‘This man bad wandered at midalght nto a low saloon. He gave his order, and then leaned against the bar for support. ‘A tnan standing pear by took from one pocket an Addressed envelope, and from another stamp, which he moistened with his tongue, Instead of adhering to the envelope, as the man Intended, the stamp slipped from his fingers and fluttered to the floor, The tippler saw It fall, and staggered forward to pick it up, Justas he was about to grasp It, the stamp darted tna aigzag course toward the side wall, like scared thing. Piiled with astonishment, the drinker drew tack and tntently watched the bit of paper, which, upou reaching the wall, began to ascend. ‘As it ascended, the tippler's face grew more Intent, his body more rigid, He saw nothing butshe mystertous, moving, thing. Ills mind was soggy from years of ceaseless drink- ing. He thought that the antmated stamp Was « warning. ‘At the top of the walnscoting the stamp stopped, squatted ‘as if for a moment's rest before ascending higher, and then made a dart toward the tippler’s haggard face. The trembling sot saw It stop, naw It hesltate, and leap. He was unquestionably doomed if he continued longer to drink to excess; the stamp had Leen given life to warn him, So it seemed to him. With a pitiful yell of fear and determination, he rushed from the saloon. From that eventful night until he dled, in prosperous circumstances, Fecently, the man never swallowed a drop of liquor. The molstened stamp had fallen upon @ cockroach's back, and stuck there.—Kansas City Star, AN Irishman, @ bald-headed man and a barber were traveling together one night and agreed that each should Keep watch for four hours at @ time. It was the barber's turn to watch first, and he amused himself by shaving the head of the sleeping son of Cork. When his time had expired he awoke the Irishman, who, rubbing his head and finding it smooth, muttered as he went to sleep again: “What a d—d fool that barber Is to wake the bald-headed mun when he ought to have waked me."—Princeton Tiger. Iy one of the hospttals tn the South last summer « busy-looking, duty-loving woman busted up to one of the wounded soldiers who lay gazing at the celling above his cot, “Can't do something for you, my poor fellow? sald the woman, tmploringiy. The “poor fellow" looked up languldly. ‘The ouly things he really wanted just at that time were his discharge and a box of clgars, When he saw the strained and anxious look on the good woman's face, however, he felt sorry for her, and with perfect sang srotd you can wash my face if you he repiled: “Why, ye want to."? “I'd be only too glad to," gasped the visitor, eagerly. “All right," sald the cavaller, gallantly, “go ahead, It's been washed twenty-one times already to-day, but I dou't mind going through it agatn if 1t'll make you any happles Argonaut. War's your purpose ere?" asked the savage. “We're golug to civilize you,” answered the white man who had Just landed. Ant What method do you uso—Springtleld, Lee- Metford, or Krag-Jorgensen?"— Washington Star. Tar scene was in the home of an actress in New York. She was entertaining a caller who knew all of Mr. K. HL. Davis's stories by heart, when the author was announced. After the two men had been properly Introduced the business: man continued bis conversation. Mr. Davis was clearly impatient. Ite had something of his own to say, After fidgeting a bit, walking over to the window and drumming ‘on the panes, he went back to bis chair and produced some Photographs. “Here are some pictures of the peopie who are playing in ‘The Lituest Girl," he explained. “Ab? sald the business man. + Yes," replied Mr. Davis, “ An American play?" * Yes, one of miu “Indeed 1" rom one of my stories,” added Mr. Davis, trritably ; “my Van Btbber stories."* “Van Blbber! Van Bibber!* rman storles? English, I wrote them first for a newspaper, and then——” With an imperturbable face the business man, alded by the silence of the actress, led the author, step by step, to tell the history of the Van Biber yarns, from the newspaper to the stage, and when be had finished both men rose and gravely shook hands. Mr. Davis was red and perspiring. ‘The other man was cool and collected. 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