Life — October 19, 1899 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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A SNAKE-SKIN, (RE, TUR INDIANS REMAINED AT PRACEs. only to those who do not deserve it.” “And is there no way,” muttered his wife, ‘‘that you can die a poor man?” Her husband was affected to tears. “There is only one way,” he cried, hoarsely, ‘‘but I shrink from it, for it means almost certain disgrace ” “And what is that ?’”” she asked. “It is,” be replied, ‘‘to start a daily newspaper in New York.” Daniel’s Decision. UR vacation, spent in tho wilds of Maine, was fruitful In events, Wo had a dear, stout, comfortable old land- lady, such as everybody loves and who loves everybody, Sho was ingreat demand to look after tho sick, and on ono occasion, whon sho returned from the house of a friend, wo inquired how sho found tho patient. “Well,” sho replied, in a stage whisper, HISTORICAL BITS, vil. Hf FILLED THE SKIN WITH POWDER AND BALLS, AND RETURNED IT TO THE MESSENGER, “it’s appendicitis, I know'd that as soon as sho told mo sho had a pain in the corner of her adbomen, and I had to break tho news to her husband, If I'd a knowed I'd a hed that to do when I waa a going over I wouldn't a tuk a step in that direction, Ho come homo from the post-office while tho doctor waa there, and went to the dining- room to get a bite, He set to the table and Seon there wan't no butter on, and he hed riz up to get somo, or I don't know as ho hed riz. up quite, whon I come down, Sez I,‘ Dan'l,' sez I, ‘your wife's got appondi- citis.! And he just looks at moe and sez, ‘No cutting.’ Just them two worda— No cuttins,’ And with that he watks off. Then soz I,‘ You must consult with the doctor about that, Ske don't want no operation, neither;’ and with that we both went up- stairs, and the doctor mot ns at the door, and sez bo to Dan'l, ‘An operation will bo necessary to save her tife,’ and then Dan'l speaks, and his wife, who always agrees to FINDING THEIK BLUFF everything he sez, nodded hor head whilo he spoke his mind, ‘Well,’ sez he, ‘ef tho Lord wants hor ho must take her hull, Justas sho be, no kackina,’"” Which decision was final, and we have wondered if wo should find her still alive next summer, OVERTY kills romance; but so, often, does wealth, ' > IRWILLIAMCROOKES has been croak Ding ngain abont tho wheat supply, and insisting that our grandchildren aro likely to be abort of bread, Ho says tho criminal wasto of nitrogen through our sowors is suro to bring tho world to want, Vory well, Tho matter will right itself, Whon bread begin to bo scarce wo will abolish sewers, and thon folks will die off in sufficient quantities to bring the population within feodablo limits, Thoro aro fow dix- eases, aftor all, that do not contain the seeds of thelr own dostruction,