Visitor (at the jail) Poor, poor nun!
May I offer you this bunch of flowers?
Man behind the bars You've made a
mistake, Miss. The feller that killed
his wife and children is in tho next cell. a
I'm here fur steulln' a cow. Chicago
Tribune.
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Listen to this Tale of Woe.
A merchant bci.t on eeonomiiing
Decided to shut ofT his advertising,
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"It costs me ten thousand a year," he aiJ,
"And I'll come out juit that much ahead "'
III.
lilt "ad " appeared In the paper no more,
Hiit ruitomert went tothe "advertied store.'
IV.
Ill business, unheard of, went tteadlly down
And now thcre'sone merchant lmi in town
V.
ASSIONKK'SSALE.
Woman's Love.
HooertG. pujs the following
tr buto to woman's love:
Tho one thing In this world that is
constant, tho one peak that rises above
nil clouds, tho one wimloA' in which
light forever burns, the one star that
darkness cannot ijuench is woman's love.
It arises to the greatest heights, it Rinks
to tho lowest depths, it f rgive the most
cruel injuries. It is perrenniul of life,
and grows in every clime; neither
nor neglect, harshness nor cruelty
can extinguish it. A woman's love is
the perfume of the heart. This is the
real love that subdues tho earth; the love
that has wrought all miracles in art, Hint
gives us music all the way from the cradle
song to the grand, symphony that
bears the soul away on wings of
lire. A love that is greater than power,
sweeter than life and stronger than
death.
The Hairless Horse.
