Life — January 5, 1905 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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THE MISSING GOLF BALL. forearm with a razor, bicycle pumpful of prion dope, when the Slitting open his left Holmes was about to inject a cocaine, ether, wate oc light of battle gleamed in his eyes and caused the cat to think dawn had come. “Some one is coming w heard footsteps on the ow I know our visitor is going down,” interrupted reading my thoughts. “It's childishly sim- p from the jot down the I fixed the secc ling on it r hasn't fallen yet, and must he ec top so that whole flight therefore be c At that mi ash. Holmes “Try again, my sir,” he called out to th n who lay in a tumbled heap at the bottom of the stairs. This time our visitor was more successful. He entered the room and took a seat . “Did you have a good game?" “How did you guess “Nothing, n answered Holmes. “Your mouth has certain brought on by saying a vigorous word beginning with ‘d.’ and the transfer in your pocket tells me you are a golfer.” s, I play My is MeStingo,” said our visitor. “I have come to ask you to solve the mystery of the I If ball. Holmes brightened up. The old sleuth In a few moments he h: Four thousand golf balls had been ment there was a stepped 0 opened the window. asked Holmes. opposite dear sir, lines stincts awoke from MeStingo lost in two weeks, “Are you prepared for a asked Holmes, placing a revolver in his pocket. ter take a Scotch he add I compromised on a flask of it. Reaching the scope and examined each been here lately," he muttered. Tow did you know? Ile showed me a cowslip. s in the neighborhood sh Watson?” “Bet long trip, jossar J, Holmes drew out a micro “A cow has of grass. was indeed a cow. She was the pict “That cow,” said Holmes, “has swallowed the golf balls. You see that big ad. over there, ‘Pills for the Pal She has taken the golf balls for pills, and the influence of mind over matter has caused her to well and give lots of On our return to Holmes turned the case over to Detective Night with the advice to get out a search warrant.—Portland Oregon TO FILL UP HER TIME. The family who had lived for ten years in the small house owned by old lady Crocker had moved away. She asked her agent to secure some quiet and desirable tenants for the property as soon as possible. The agent advertised, and within a few days had a call from a man who asked numerous questions about the house. "There are seven good-sized rooms,” said the at cellar, How many are agent, “and an exc there in your family? WALL STREET TERM. “THE PREFERRED 18 GOING TO PAR." “My wife and myself and twelve children,” said the man, Ah!" said the agent. “I'm afraid that would hardly do, as Mrs. Crocker is old and something of an invalid, and lives next door, She is not particu larly fond of children.’ “Well,” and the man looked indignant, “I shouldn't think she'd mind; there are only five little ones.’ But the agent shook his bead. “It’s all right, anyway,” said the man, with a quick change of base, “I don’t believe there's land enough around that house, and it’s too near the city. What I really want is a place farther out, with an acre or so of ground, and a barn, and a chance to keep a cow and chickens, and room to grow some vegetables, so my wife will have something to take up her spare time.”—Youth's Companion. A THREATENED REMOVAL, Col. William Seveley, of Muskogee, Indian Terri- tory, was thoughtfully regarding himself in a looking glass that, strangely enough, was within his vision when that vision was not obscured by a man in a white jacket. “In some manner,” said Colonel Seve- ley, “I overdrew my account at one of the banks in my flourishing town. Next day I happened into bank. ‘Mr. Seveley,’ said the cashier, ‘you have an overdraft. “ “All right,’ I replied. Next day I happened in the bank again and was reminded of that overdraft, and the same thing happened on the following day. Then I stopped that species of annoyance. ‘Now, look here,’ I said, ‘if you don't stop pestering me about that overdraft, I'll move it to another bank.’ "— Washington Post, NOT TO BE FOOLED, Uncle Cyrus had come up from the country to visit his nephew, Charles, in town. Charles had shown the old gentleman the sights until he was at his wits’ end for further entertainment. One morn- ing, however, he noticed in the paper that “The Im- perial Italien Band” was still giving its celebrated open-air concerts. Uncle Cyrus said he should like to hear them play. As the concert progressed Uncle Cyrus waxed enthusiastic. the end of the program a solo on the slide trombone was announced. It was a really fine performance, and the audience demanded an encore with a storm of applause. Charles noted that his uncle was ai the most appreciative, but uzzied by the smile wh around the corners of the old man's mo! selection kad been mournful rather than gay. conclusion of the when the applause had ly died away, Charles turned to his uncle: “That was fine, wasn’t it?” “Mighty fine, mighty fine,” was the reply. “But you city folks are easy fooled. He didn’t fool me a bit. I knew all the time he was playing that he wasn't really swallering that thing!"”"—Youth’s Com- panion, Toward he was somewhat encore, Live is for sale by all Newsdealers in Great Britain, The International News Company, Bream’s Bui WILSON WHISKEY That’s All! ding, Chancery Lane, London, E. C., England, AGENTS, THE HONOR OF THE GRAND PRIZE At the St. Louis Exposition was awarded Hunter Whiskey For the highest order of merit in all the elements of a_ perfect whiskey Sold at all first-class cafes and by jobbers, WAL LANAHAN & SON, Baltimore, Ma. Best Line to Chicago and the West—NEW YORK CENTRAL. |