Life — September 13, 1900 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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LOVE. And what ts love? It isa thrt:l That percolates throughout your breast And sweetly tickles you until You're tn # state of wild uurest ! It ts an effervescing sense Of sparkling rapture ; sort of fizz Of heavenly nectar $0 tntense It makes you drunk with bits A sweet plantasmagorian dream ‘That comes upon you while awake And monkeys with yon till you seem With pent-up bilss to fairly ache t And that Is love ; at least that be The way it always works on me! Itts — Denver Ecening Times, “ RUCHARD MaNSPrELD Ls a nimble-witted fellow,” sald a mlnor member of lils company the other day, “bat he met s scene manager out west early this season who was quite bis match. The fellow's name tx Jack Quinn. He had been farnillar in olden days with Booth and McCullough, and was A prince at his work Jack always sought to avold cause for complaint, and expecially did he so act in the case of Mana- field. Buta kick was inevitable. A couple of scene abifters, after some labortous work In the files, came down to the rear of the stage breathing rather heavily as a result of thelr ex- ertions. Mansfield chanced to walk near them. He nearly froze them with a look, Then he summoned Quinn, he breathing of these men annoys me,' sald Richard, ++ Pd answer to the law If I stopped It,' replted Jack, with ready wit. * A stage hand slipped and danced about a little in the effort to regain his Iatance, T §el ORS Aw NvLLy “*Your men make too much notse with thelr feet,” ex claimed the actor. jereafter response, “Mansfeld had no more use for Quinn, and doring the remainder of 1) gement they spoke to cach other only when It was absolutely necessary,” — New England Magazine. theyll walk on thelr hands,’ was the In a certain skirmish a Colonel—<(General he came to call himself) got a alight scratch on his leg. The wound was a iatter of great glory to him, says the Chicago Jater-Ocean, and he nursed tt through after days, growing lamer with every year that the memory of his bravery might ever be near him. One day, late tn his life, as he sat nursing bis leg and pondering the glorious past, a young man, visiting the family for the first time, approached and sympathetically remarked : ‘Lame, General?” « Yes, sir,” after a pause, and with inexpressible solem- nity; “Tam tame.” jeen riding, sir? * ” with rebuking sternness, “I have not been riding.” “Ah, slipped on the tce, General t” ‘0, sir,” with actual ferocty, ‘erhaps, then, you have sprained your ankle, sir?” With a painful slowness the old man Ilfted bis pet leg in both hands, set It carefully on the floor, ros slowly from his chair, and, looking down upon the unfortunate youth with mingled pity and wrath, burst forth In the sublimity of tage: “Go read the bistory of your country, you puppy !”” “Don'T trife with me, Miss McCurdy!" pleaded the young man, desperately. ‘Walt til 1 have finished. Do I need to tell you, after all these weeks, how completely and absolutely your tmage fills my heart? Have you not seen? Do you not know? Have I not betrayed myself by my For sale by all Newsdeaters in Great Britain. pational News ¢ London, B. C., Enicland, AGENTS. The Inter many, Bream's Building, Chancery Lane, looks, by the tones of my voice, by the eager Joy that ligta up my features Whenever you appearé Must I put in worts the feelingy I can no more disguise than 1 can — "* “Mr. Whitgood,” interrupted the young woman, “ary you fn earnest?” “Glycerine McCurdy,” he sald, drawing bimself up wit [/ Injured dignity, + do you think I'm doing this on # bet?” —thteago Tribune. IN a car a small boy was observed to be suddeniy |) agitated, but regaled his xelf-control after a few momeaca {I Soon after the conductor appeared and asked for fares When he stood before the small boy there was a slight pause, [ aud the passengers were surprised to hear the following: Picathe charge It to my papa; I've thwallowed tte money." Boston Beacon. Docron (to operetta diva who wishes to be vaccinated); Shall I vaccinate your arm? Diva: Heavens! No, of course not. Think of me asa artist with a scaron my arm! You must vaccinate me wher It won't show, “1 think you had better take {t internally."* —Coltier’s Weekly, A New York barkeeper, who was spending bis vacatioa in Maine, found himself one evening in @ hotel tu Portiand, Whule he lingered a terrible storm took place. The windows of the room in which he was sitting were broken by hail. stones “almost as big as eggs.” The proprietor of the hotel [) noticed that the barkeeper turned aside to drop a tear, “Does the storm scare you?" he ventured to ask his |) guest if “ It isn’t that,” repiled the barkeeper, “ but I can’t bear to see so much cracked Ice wasted on a Probibition State.” — Ware, OPRAN AGENTS—Mesara. Brentano, 37 Avenue Ge Opera, Paris, ‘Established 1823. WILSON WHISKEY. That’s THE WILSON DISTILLING CO., Baltimore, Md, Works, Camden, 5.1. FSTERBROOKS 130 Varieties. For Sale by all Stationers. THE ESTERBROOK STEEL PEN CO. 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