Puck — October 31, 1877 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

hold him for twenty minutes or half an hour, I shall be quite safe.” John Smith nodded. Mr. Fox picked up his hat, brushed it with his sleeve, arranged his collar, and, with the precious bag containing the half-will in his breast-pocket, quickly de- scended the path he had lately ascended with so much difficulty. ‘As soon as Mr, Fox was out of sight, John Smith began to drag M. de Gaillefontaine along the grass. He, finding the uselessness of resis- tance, had been passive since Mr. Fox had unclasped his clinging legs. But now he strug- gled more furiously than ever, and screamed as well as the bag and ligature would permit; for he had no doubt that it was the intention of the man who held him to drop him over the edge of the quarry to save further trouble. “Hold your row,” whispered John Smith hoarsely, “or over you go. I'll serve you just as you'd a-served the old man, s’elp me!” “What do you want—money, watches? Take them, take them!” “Asa present ?” asked John Smith thought- fully. “Oh, yes, my good mister; but spare my life.” “Give 'em to me.” actually take them. M. de Gaillefontaine with trembling fingers gave up his watch and money, and John Smith put them into his trousers-pocket, and said: “Now look here. If you move to the right or the left, or backwards or forwards, you're a dead man. You sit there comfortable, and don’t move a peg, or, by the Lord, I'll shove you over! Sit there till I tell you to take the bag off.” M. de Gaillefontaine did as he was com- manded, and, hearing no sound, he ventured, after the expiration of ten minutes, to raise his hand towards his throat. “Drop it—put your hand down, or over you go!” cried the dreaded voice, that told him he was still watched. John Smith waited by him with the watch in his hand until the hand pointed to five minutes past the hour, then he noiselessly withdrew, and got to the station in time to travel to London by the same train that carried Mr. Fox. It was long before M. de Gaillefontaine dared to raise his hand again, and, finding no objec- tion raised, he speedily untied the knot and re- moved the bag, to find himself safely situated some yards from the quarry, but in a position where the growth of brier hid him from obser- vation of any who might be passing by the path. No one was there to oppose his returning to Riverford. He ate no dinner that day, and again and again his cigar went out, showing how deeply his mind was engrossed in the new aspect of affairs. And, indeed, these affairs demanded a grave consideration. How to avenge himself was a question of interest; but how to avert the calamity which impended was a far more serious problem. John Smith would not [To be continued.} _ Iris no longer fashionable to have the piano in the parlor; and the clock must. be taken off the parlor mantel.—£x. Hey, there, Betty! take the six hundred dollar gold-mounted or- mula clock off the mantel: and put it in the kitchen, and tell Jeems to go out and get half a dozen able-bodied men to come and remove the fifteen hundred dollar Chickering from the parlor into the sitting-room. We must be fash- ionable, even if we have to put our beds in the cellar and keep our coal and wood in the third story.— Norristown Herald. O, for a defaulting cashier who was addicted to small vices!— Worcester Fress. - ‘Tue stove-business is brushing up.— Yonkers Gazelle, Keevey has named his first motor “The Tramp,” because it won't work.— Graphic. Tue subject of Chief Joseph's lecture has [ not yet been announced.—Kewey, of the Wor- cester Press. Nature would have put wings on Stanley Matthews, but it couldn’t find the small of his back.—. Y. Herald, Russia is going to let another loan, She should have left ‘Turkey alone in the first place. —Toledo Weekly Blade. Tue New York obelisk talk seems a little premature. One would suppose it was a put-up job already.— Pil, Bulletin, Titpen cablegram to Hayes: ‘‘ How're you now, you old eight to seven deputy? Whats- matter uownstate ?”— Hawkeye. AMAN at New London wants to trade us a mule for our organ. How many stops has your old mule got?—Za Crosse Sun. So Josephus Flavius Cookius is really coming. Stand back there, small boy, and give hima chance to gesticulate.— Graphic. Wuart is the use of the newspapers discuss- ing how Tom Paine died? He died ona bed of Paine’s, of course.—/hila. Chronicle. ATHLETIC sport for ladies: jumping at con- clusions; walking around a subject; running through a novel; skipping full descriptions.--£'x. Wyominc women must tell their ages before they can exercise the right of franchise; hence the smallness of the feminine vote.—Rewey Press, Tue man who has been looking for a sea serpent all summer has returned, and is looking for an oyster in a church-fair stew.—Herald F. I-Man, Victoria papers are discussing the inade- quate accommodation afforded by their “gaol.” They wouldn't spell it jal for a dollar and a half.— Unidentified Uncte Danie Drew has again gone into Wallstreet, and several impecunious theological seminaries are anxiously watching his move- ments.— Worcester Presg. ‘Tere is a Dr. Mary Walker in the Russian army. She was detected through the reckless ease with which she threw herself into the breaches,—Cin. Sat, Night. Burctars now force fine powder into safes with air-pumps. No lock will be perfectly secure until a man can put the key-hole in his pocket.— New Orleans Picayune. In reading a hymn to be sung one Sunday afternoon, a New York minister recently said: “You may omit the fourth verse. I don’t be- lieve it’s true.” — Unidentified Ex. DecoraTING pottery is all the rage. When the mania has entered a house, about the only jar you can find there not ornamented is a “family jar." —Norristown Herald, Ir you merely buy oysters in hopes of finding pearls, you must get-up-pearly. But if you buy them to eat, you can get-a-plate. Unless you prefer them on the shell.— ila, Bulletin. 13 A RepusLican paper tenderly alludes to cer- tain of the Ohio brethren as “the 80,000 hee- hawing jackasses who refused to vote.” — Wor- cester Rewey. A LITTLE boy was asked _the other day if he knew where the wicked finally went to. He answered: “They practice law a spell here and then go to the legislature.”"— Unknown Paragrapher. A new, harmless toy for children is a tor- pedo that explodes with terrible force. It is intended expressly for children who have a talent for learning to play the accordeon.— Phila, Chronicle. “Wuat will the Indians do with their money when they get home?” inquires the Graphic. They won't get home with it, stupid. Do you suppose the noble white man is entirely dead ?” —Rochester Democrat. Hay-FEVER has run itself out for the season, and new cider steps smilingly to the front, ard doubles up weak humanity until you can cram a full-grown man into a common market basket. —Burlington Hawkeye. A PARAGRAPH states that forty years ago a missionary was not allowed to remain on the Fiji Islands. All of which means that they generally died from the effects of the 'eat.— WN. Y. Evening Telegram. A Ricumonp negro who pawned his shot- gun for a marriage license said, about a week after the cermony was performed, that he was always afraid that gun would be the death of him.— Richmond Enguirer. - AN old rail-splitter in Indiana put the qui- etus upon a young man who chaffed him upon his bald head in these words: “ Young man, when my head gets as soft as yours, I can raise hair to sell."— Unidentified Ex, °* Even Lo, the untutored mind, has an innate sense of the proprieties of life. A lady at Washington presented Spotted ‘I'ail with 2 picture of Venus, and the savage remarked: “ Ugh! no blanket!"—. ¥. Graphic. Stan ey has discovered 15,000,000 hitherto unknown heathens, and every married man will have to renew the old struggle to keep his best plug-hat out of the box which the ladies’ missionary society is making up.— Worcester Press. In a recent letter, the Washington corre- spondent “Olivia” says: “Why do the great railroad kings and corporations send women in preference to men to work in the lobby at Washington?” Answer: They don’t!— Phila, Bulletin, “T say, boy, is that the fire?” asked a gen- tleman of a ragged urchin, and pointing to a dense volume of smoke that was issuing from the windows of a warehouse—“ No, sir, that is only the smoke,” replied the boy.— Frimitive Paragrapher, Tue editor of the New York Sun wants the army cut down to ten thousand men. He says the government can cheaply swell the size of our standing army by simply confining their rations to dried apples and water for a week or two.— Norristown Herald. A younc gentleman remarked to his female companion, the other evening, ‘‘ Ah! the most beautiful evening in my recollection. Luna looks peculiarly beautiful.” ‘‘ Was that her just went by ?” quickly asked the young lady. —Dead-Give-Away Humorist, Ir will not be long before navigation will close, and lots of these house-flies that are fool- ing around and trying to believe that it is the middle of July will find themselves left out in the cold a good way from their native land, wherever that may be.— Rome Sentinel.