Life — September 6, 1900 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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pe ETT AS OFF WITH THE OLD LOVE. (By W j— n—.) Farewell, old love—a long farewell, Lloved you more than tongue could tell, But sou must go, Hecause you kuow, 4 to another's spell, I've yield + Impertaitam "rhythmic word— Tue rippngest I've ever heard — Must take your place. Til miss your face, Bat your s wird? Parewell, free stiver—we are done ; Your race, I'm sad to say, ts run. Tis sad, bat 0! Your ratio To my new love Is “ naught-to-one.” exsor 1s 8 I know I sald, “Though all be lost I'd cling to you at any cost.” But, don’t you know, That did not * go," Because -1 had my flugers crossed, = battimore American, Tux Rev. Cyrus Townsend Brady tells this story in The Ladies! Howe Journal: © Lremember once driving across the country with Bishop . While discussing the nature of the soul, That 1s, the Bishop was discussing ; I was only prompting by a question now and then, We were on the rear seat of & Wagon, and the driver on the front seat. It was a very dark night. In the middie of the Bishop's exposition the wagon took a wild plunge, there was a crash, and over we went Into the muddy ditch. *1 beg your pardon. gents,” I66ORS AT MiLLis sald the driver, who had retained control of the horses, a8 ‘we acrambicd to our feet : ‘1 was so Interested In hearin’ the Uttle man discussia’ my mmortal soul, which I hardly ever Knowed that! had one before, that I clean forgot where we Was, and drove you plump into the diteh."" — #relumnge. ONE of the favorite stories of Father Dennis Tighe, of Holy Angels’ Chureh, who died recently, was about a certain Bridget O'Sulitvan, who only came to confession occasionally, ‘and when she did she couldn't for the life of her remember any had things that she had been doing. “When were you at confession last, Bridget? q the futher. “Sure, faether, an’ It moight ‘ave been last wake 1 Wasn't ita year ago?” “Sure, faether, an’ It’s lotke to ‘ave Leen a year ago, Bat pwhat do yez care,faether, to xcowld an old crastur lotke me? It's Motke, me hustand, that's the bad one. three weeks that Molke niver knows his sins is scarlet, He drinks lolke @ baste, shmokes lolke a fue. He swears that tad St. Patrick wad trimble. An’ sure, ye should see Motke smash the dishes an’ break the furatture, an’ fling the stove ids, a1" —" “Six ‘Hall Marys" every day for a week, and three fast days, Bridget,"* sald the father. “Och, an’ phwat do you mane, faether? Sure, Ol never confessed a sin + Yes, but you confessed Mike's,"* sald the father, quletly, “and as long ng you make hts confessions for him 1 think you ought to do the penauce, Bridget.”—Argonaut, rerted Is pfesses bis sins, an‘ hiven A CAVALRYMAN from the Presidio drifted ont to the Chutes last Saturday night, drank three drinks of alleged whiskey, got on the erry go-round, fell off and amashed his ice shoulder. When he woke up the doctors were prylog ama his bones. “Holy Shafter," moaned he, “here's a man that teg| coed San Juan with Teddy, given all the fevers the goy lathed in canteen brandy, stood off wet reception commit in New York rough rider, by gum, lald up by three dria), of whiskey and a wooden horse t Let me dle, and burya by the name of Smith !"— News-Letter. q A NEWLY engaged clerk In the employ of the Stanéey Oll Company was sent to work in axmall room that contaby a bealth-lft, Every morning at about ten o'clock, when & clerk Was particularly busy with figures, ® small, tit mustached man, quiet aud dimident in manner, entered, wa Good-morning,” walked on tiptoe to the corner, and ex clsed for a quarter of an hour. It became @ bore to & clerk, who ut tast, oue day, remarked with considerable ba: to the stranger : * How do you expect me to do my work properly wei you are fooling with that Liasted machine? I'm getting tint of it. Why don’t you put it where it won't worry a persoat | death 7" | “1 am very sorry ft annoys you,” sald the strange, | flushing ; “1 will have tt removed at once. \ ‘A porter took It away within an hour. A few days lau the clerk was sent for by Mr. Flagler, whom he found tr! earnest conversation with the small, black-tustached mas | The latter smiled at seeing him, gave Flagler some Instreo tions, and left the room. “WII you tell me who that gentleman is?” the young man asked, a light beginning to break upon him. “That was Mr. Rockefeller,” was the reply. It was the clerk's first acquaintance with the head of the great corporation by which he was employed — Argonaut reat Brita! For sale by all Newsdeaters national News Company, Bream London, E. C., England, AGENTS, ‘The Inter- Building, Chancery Lane, ECHOPEAN AGENTS—Mesars. Brentano, 37 Avenue del'Opera, Paris. Established 1823. 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