Clean through tlie ole man's make-up,
Bo tain t no wonder et this week
lies made us Hawbucks makeup.
An’ when they git tho 010 mr.n East,
Gosh: I.OW tin: tiiif KS'li rattle:
Yon bet Matt Quay don't Lave no feast
When Ihurnmn Jlncs ti e battle.
•Taln't fireworks an a bean o’ noise
That win . not hau ls a Jru.umia';
But thar’ll boa happy lot o' boys
In York when Thurman's coinin'!
His words ts good as meat and drink,
Hound democratic manny;
Ami, lick or bo Belted, or sink,
Wc'ro fur the Ola Bandaeny!
Holl fight like Hamsun all co C’HW,
An’ figbtln’ won’t distress him
He likes it, he doeN. Lib s trow L.ow,
Olc Alien G. God bles Llm'
—New York Bun.
PRICE FIVE CENTS.
The Bibs Anti Garters.
M. Quad In Detroit Free I’rcsx
I had been told that I could save three mile*
by making a short cut on tho road to Bibbs’
place, and I had come within a mile of his
house, and tho hour was about 1 in tho after
noon, when I got a sudden surprise. I was
emerging from a ravine to the main trail when
four men suddenly sprang out at me from tie
hind a mass of rock. Ono was old nnd whits
haired, though still vigorous, while the others
were men of middle ago. All had guns and
knives, and a tough looking lot they were as
they surrounded mo. There was a moxient
of silence as wo surveyed each other, and then
one of tho mon asked :
“Who bo you’uu ?”
I told him.
"O, yes,” he replied ns ho held out his band.
“So you’un is he’un, l>e it? Glad to see you.
