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es ~ me air of March is raw and chill, ' The wind blews from the sea, But so you smile upon me stil— ‘Tis sunny June with me. [know that time is on the wing, Bearing ™y y« uth away But in your presence, dear, the spring
Of life is fresh todsy.
Fhat matter if with scanty dross Of gold : :
I count its lack but trifling loss, Holding your littie hand.
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Fronting the future side by side, Compsnions, even as now.
And when earth, sky, the trees, the grass, Fade from our human sight,
J only ask that we may pass Together toward the night. —J. L. Heaton in ‘The Quilting Bee.’’
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-_ se THE MODEL WIFE. A Profound Editorial Essay Upon a Sub- ject of Peramount Importance. This kind of a person of our ideal is not easy found, as it takes much of thought and knowledge upon the part of man and women to become thoroughly acquainted with each other's way in every toil of life. Our writer of this article has had no ex- ence as toa model wife, and yet if he should find one it would be a pattern for all to follow. She doubtless would be good and kind and lovable whose house will be as handsome as can be on the inside. She should be ready to receive him on his re- turn and also at his departure for the day. Then arrange your house in gencral, see to the wants of the cook and hired girls as well as to ali men about your place. Pay all bills andrun no debtsif possible. Don’t idle away your time making calls to see neighbors. Call on sick and the minister. Do all the good you can to entertain stran- gers and make them feel at home. Have your rooms swept, and this is generally what the model wife should do. Of course husband and wife are differ- ently situated. Some can live in the coun- try, while others like city. Pay particular attention of what kind of a wife we get. The start for some are as economical and will spend faster than we can make. Yet, as a rule, model wives are at ease in a way, while others are not, so saying. As toa country girl for a wife is far su- perior in many ways to those who have been brought up in the city. Asto the lat- ter wife, she likes theaters, operas, high life, society and dress, and out late at nights every week, and all this that goes to make up a city life. Whereas a courtry wife is ignorant to all such and has no aiventages maybe, and they generally make the best of wives. Men married, but are now repenting at leisure. Some have no way to either help themselves or their wives to the road of prosperity. ‘he so called term of model Wife becomes penulous. The lateness of thehour has prevailed upon the drainage of whisky to a fabulous price. The caleulation upon the support of our nation has been miscalculated down to sands of time by extravagance of a failure in not being able to economize in yeors of o“r youth. Can it be possible to havea model wife if our husband’s means are limited beyond contre], simply by pleas- mg self, I trust not. A model wife should beat the post of her own country, and if We get only 5 cents, though it be small, it will be 25 times that amount if saved by Mdustrious and thrifty husband, who fives it to his wife to keep for him for
some day in need.—Fuller’s Gleaner.
A Bout With Max Beerbohm. A recent interviewer of Max Beerbohm quotes that interesting and rather able person as saying that he talks with ‘‘press- men’’ only because it is amusing to him to read the tuisrepresentations that appear ia next day's paper. This may or may not throw some light on certain other state- ents which Mr. Beerbohm is said to have Made. Speaking of his life at Oxford, he called it ‘‘a provincial little pluee, peopled With schoolmasters,’’ where the inhabit- ants ‘are always spending afternoons do- ing things in flannel."’ It seems that Mr. bohm tried to found there a Johnso- salon, whose members were to call ‘ach other ‘‘sir,’’ and in the evening have achop at the Miter, but the scheme failed. Davidson's ballads this was said: “I - very fond of his verse—its expression © perfect. I confess, though, I can’t in the least understand his philosophy. When- ever any of his poem people have done any- then Wrong, he canonizes them and makes habera PP, It is just as if some little her’s assistant in the Brompton Mad had stolen a piece of cloth, and the alent Mr. William Whiteley, getting hear of it, had at once made him a fore- man in his shop."’ «fhother interesting revelation is that little controversies which always crop “Pwhen I have given a fresh work of art on are the only compensation for the bore of producing them. I hate writing is very distasteful to me indeed.’ In “Nelusion Mr. Beerbohm warned the in- - er not to make hisarticle too short. mus“ warn you,’’ he said, ‘against oe uPression inart. Remember that a herd eye on # prairie is more valuable than of ——,"'a brand of meat extract — the English ‘‘pressman” does not tate to specify. It is not unfair, per- » towonder how much he earned by in the name.—New York Times.
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CURBSTONE FAKITRS.
THE SIDEWALK MERCHANTS NOW FOUND IN ALL LARGE CITIES.
Transactions Are Small, but There Seem to Be Unlimited Patience and Plenty of Enidurance—Sample Group on One of the Principal Streets of St. Louis.
Have you ever observed the movements of the energetic street fakir?
But of course you have, for he is omni- present. You can’t ‘‘lose’’ him. He has come tostay. Some dignify him by the name of street vender or sidewalk mer- chant, but the only name that ‘‘goes’’ with the buoyant and palpitating public is street fakir. So it will have to go at that.
He is scattered up and down Broadway even asthe milky way is stretched along the starry path of heaven. Like the ghost
of the late Colonel Banquo, he will not ,
down. He stands like a magnet to draw coin from the pockets of pedestrians. He delights in the tempting display of his wares, but he has no time for merry badi- nage or playful raillery. He is terribly in earnest. Whgther he is selling povket corabs or collar buttons or advertising false whiskers, it is all the same. He is there to please a fastidious but economical public, and he will come as near giving you nothing for something as anybody you would strike in a week’s journey.
Little children love him and older folks enjoy his windy declamations concerning the virtue of his wares, and altogether he is not such a bad fellow, after all. He may sell you a real ‘‘diamond’’ for 10 cents, but that is. your lookout. It is you who should be prosecuted—not he. He may sell you a lot of cheap collar buttons, but that is what he is there for. He makes no false elaims concerning them, and you get your money’s worth. So what more do you want? The articles he has for sale may be ridiculously cheap. But, as a general rule, they are the ‘‘real thing.”’
There is not a block on Broadway from Franklin avenue to Market street on which the street fakir may not be seen at all hours of the day and until late at night. But the place he is to be found at the pin- nacle of glory is between Washington av- enue and the alley at the north, on the west side of Broadway. He is particularly prominent in the afternoon.
On this particular block a dago banana
dier occupies the position of honor.
e had jumped a claim on the corner of Broadway and Washington avenue. from waich point of vantage he bolai¥ pro- aims ‘without fear of successf[u! oontza-
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diction,’’ as they say In amateur qevating societies, that he is selling bananas ‘‘14 for 5.’’ Hestands with his hands in his coat pockets and moves restlessly up and down from one end of his cart to the oth- er, eying the public surreptitiously and anon calling out in choicest dago:
‘*Fourtee’ for fi’!’’
Nobody knows how he does it, but he makes more money out of that business than an Irishman could out of a saloon and grocery store.
Next to the banana emporium is an old blind woman, grinding away for dear life
on a wheezy hand organ. She plays ‘‘Poor ;
Nellie Gray’’ and ‘‘Safe In the Arms of Jesus’’ and yarious other sentimental and religious airs, and she exhausts her reper- tory about 47 times a day. It is a fact that these hand organs are purposely construct- ed with missing notes, and this hiatus gives the music a mournful, despairing wail, which makes you so gloomy on a bad day that you feel like giving the owner of the infernal machine your week's salary.
A glib tongued individual, attired ina waiter’s or baker’s white suit, came near causing a stampede on Broadway Friday afternoon. Nobody seemed to know where he came from. He appeared on the scene suddenly, opened up a small table with legs like a camp stool, and in less than a jiffy was crying out:
‘‘Oh, yes! Gotell your friends to tell their friends to telegraph the news, to tell their friends, that Taffy Sam, from Kala- mazam, the maker of the taffy and the poor man’s friend, is here today!”’
Every other fakir on the block looked up in consternation. The blind woman got as far as ‘‘Safe in the arms’’ and stopped. The banana peddler scowled. A crowd commenced to gather, and the fakir took up a bunch of the long, stringy taffy, shin- ing like silken strands, and gurgled in melting tones:
‘* Just look atthat! Meltsin your mouth like ice cream! Taste it and try it before you buy it! Children cry for it! Old maids sigh for it! Sweeter than honey! Try some, lady?’’
Thus he proceeded with an end!ess chain of persuasive remarks, and in a few min- utes he had disposed of his stock and dis- appeared.
The gentleman with the rusty whiskers, standing next to him, was much put out by this demonstration, which had inter- rupted his work of showing the ladies how to mend tinware with solder which he was selling at underground prices.
Next to him were two fakirs who might be called general merchants, for they keep everything from cheap stationery up to
snide jewelry, or vice versa, just as you see ! fit toclass them But their principal stock | in trade are shoe laces. They have shoe laces till von can’t rest—tan. black and
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leatner—ang they make A surprising muim- ber of sales, for the articles are genuine and men buy them on the spur of the mo- ment, because they need them and can ney- er think of them when passing a shoe store.
The inevitable fakir who is disposing of bone collar buttons at the rate of 12 for 5 cents is there, and the number of pedes- trians who stop to examine his wares is surprising. This is a genuine bargain in the eyes of some men, for some men will tysist on wearing bone collar buttons.
The busy pedestrian on Broadway rushes by with scarcely a glance at the array, but _ hundreds of men and women of the poorer | classes, who are hunting bargains, pause _ to listen to the cries of the fakirs, many of | which are alluring as well as amusing, and to examine their wares and probably make one or more purchases.
Thus they succeed in making an honest living, often in the face of conquered pride, while less industrious citizens are begging on the streets.—St. Louis Post- Dispatch.
Unconcern.
‘‘Mamma, why should landladies object
to children?’’ | Mother—I’m sure I don’t know. But go and see what baby is crying about, and tell Johnny to stop throwing things at people in the street, and make George ard Kate cease fighting, and tell Dick if he doesn’t stop blowing that tin trumpet I'll take it away from him.—London Tit-Bits.
The present military activity on the Nile much disturbs the crocodiles. Their num- ber has already been thinned by the bustle of tourisé¢ traffic, and now the majority of the reptiles are retreating still farther up stream.
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Amended.
‘Gimme some other expression for that old saying of ‘one foot in the grave,’ will you?’’ asked the new re- porter,
‘‘Suppose you say one wheel in the ' repair shop?’’ suggested the bicycle ed- | jtor.—Cincinuati Enquirer.
Too Much Bill.
Waiter (seeing dissatisfaction on guest’s face )—Wasn’t the dinner cooked to suit you, sir?
Guest—Yes, all but the bill. Just take that back and tell them to boil it down a little. —Tit-Bits.
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Saved Again. Mrs. Bimley met her husband in th. hall and gave him a good hug and kiss. ‘‘Oh, George,’’ she said, ‘‘I’m so giad you’ve come! Your slippers are by the fire, and I have anice hot supper for
you, and some of that quince marma- When you are
‘‘Here,’’ said Bimley, hurriedly draw- ing from his pocket a $20 bill. ‘‘This is for a spring bonnet, and I'll have that set of diamond earrings sent up first thing in the morning. Don’t say a word. You are perfectly welcome.”’
Later on Bimley wiped the perspira- tion from his brow and muttered to himself :
‘Got that visit from her mother head- ed off once more, but it comes high!"’— Detroit Free Press.
The Reason.
Jimmy—Father, what have yez the bell in bed wid yez fur?
Mr. Conners—Don’t be afther askin me sooch a foolish question, Jamesy. Don’t yez pfather want to waken him- self at foor o’clock in the marnin?—Up to Date.
A Dismal Outlook.
**I don’t see much chance for me any way you take it,’’ remarked the prison- er in a disconsolate tone.
‘‘But no decision has yet been render- ed,’’ said a bystander.
‘*T know that, but if the court be- lieves what the prosecuting attorney says I’ll go to jail a heap longer than I deserve. And if I git turned loose on the community with the reputation for lamblike innocence given me by the ‘lawyer for the defense it’ll keep me miserable the rest of my days trying to live up to it!’’—Washingiton Star,
A Long Term Engagement,
Judge—Have you anything to say, prisoner?
Prisoner—Yes. I’m engaged to be married. I’ve been engaged for the last ten years.
Judge—Why aren’t you married?
Prisonér—Because we’ve never been out of jail together. She comes out to- morrow.—Pick Me Up.
A New Version.
**My pound of flesh!’’ shrieked Shy- lock. ‘‘Give me my pound of flesh!” Portia frowned darkly.
‘*Certainly,’’ she answered, ‘*but re- member that absolutely nothing goes with it. Don’t get to thinking it’s a pound of tea that’s coming to you. This is no gift enterprise. ’’—Detroit Journal.
The Prestidigitator.
Von Miner—Smithers is really a re- markable amateur magician. Isaw him transform a tall, stiff hat into a crush hat last night.
Van Wither—Is that s0? How did he do it?
‘Sat on it, I think.’’—Cincinvnati Commercial Tribune.
The Safe Plan.
Playwright (in excitement)—They are calling for the author. What shall [ do?
Stage Manager (who has seen the crowd)—You’d better slip out of the stage door and make your escape while there is time.—Philadelphia North American.
As to Borus’ Last Production.
**Naggus,’’ asked Borus, ‘‘have you read my latest effort, ‘Fables In Verse?’ ”’
‘*I have,’’ replied Naggus, ‘‘and, let me tell you,’’ he added, slapping him | encouragingly on the back, ‘‘there’s lots more truth than poetry in it!’"—Chicago | Tribune.
His Rule.
‘‘Now, boys, when is the best andi most appropriate time to thank the Lord?’
No answer.
‘*What does your father do when you git down to your meals?’’
Small Voice—Cuss the cook. —Broek- lyn Life.
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