The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, June 13, 1907, Page 7

A posy, #0 rosy, once grew In a prosy old garden | knew. A mald picked the posy that grew ever rosy where winds softly blew. To arbor nook cozy she fled with the posy all glinting with dew! AA lover did hover a-woolng above her and begged for the rose. She gave to her lover whose last name was Plover, the rosy red “pose.” Right over this way, mister, here whar th’ shade is deep, Here whar th’ boughs droop tender, here whar th’ glories creep, Is mother’s grave. ‘This e th’ grass plot, mister, here whar th’ vi'lets grow, Here whar th’ birds te singin’, here whar th’ zephyrs blow— She les asleep! Gasped when the doctor told us mother must go away, when she bolds her sway And beckons death! Brown wae aur fam'ly doctor; bolstered us all with pills, Cured father’s rheumatism, cricks an’ sich other ilis As most folks has— tf doctor told ua, told ft must knite— ig in stlence—what if it fe! mother’s life! Ba be ‘Well, we cost MOTHER’S GRAVE By Byron Williams. He pleaded to hover forever above her—and now they are happy as married life goes! The poey eo rosy, the garden quite prosy, the arbor-nook cozy, the lover above her who, wooing, did hover, were all, | confess— Too much for the maldent Shoe had to say “YES.” —Byron Willlama. went alpng— tum out wron Th mother’s cased Bir, ‘tees 2 quiet evertn’ Just aster ducle —| yn s afllit ne And these are tears! Wore @ grey dress of broadcloth, véolet hat of bine; Hair was all soft an’ sily’ry, thar whar it shimmered through Behind her vail! Told us to hope, so cheery; she’ come again— wait, aa’ Train sped away from th’ station; left us—an’ then—an’ then— Well, we waited! Waited an’ hcped in sorrer—walted a day or two— Wired us t’ come to th’ city; quick, on the first train through! For she called us, Sist as we went t’ board it, telegram come that said— Well, what It said don’t matter—mother was dead! Was dead! And our mother! Burled her here whar summer’s shade an’ th’ sun unite, Fer she loved em! th’ glories creep, Here in th’ peace cternal, mother has gone to sleep! To sleept To sleep! Right over this way, mister, here whar th’ shade is deep, Here whar th’ boughs droop tender, here whar th’ glories creep, Is mother’s grave! : LONG-WINDED BORES, ' [FEW STORY-TELLERS KNOW ‘Then to th’ train we took her; doctor he Sent hor away a-prayin’ nothin’ would Planted ‘th’ vi'lets wild like, fust whay Birds sings their songs of sorrer, silent: WHEN TO QUIT. General Forgetfulness of the Fact That “Brevity Is the Soul of Wit” —Widow Bedott a Good , Exampte. “A little party of us the other night at one of the clubs endured an inflic- tion in the shape of a story teller who did not know when to quit,” said a member of one of the prominent New York clubs. “If he had been able to make a serial of his narrative, with the thrilling points at the chap- ter ends and given it in broken doses, one or two chapters at a time, his story might not have been so hard to endure, but the trouble was that he had to tell it all and all about it, and as he was a man whom no one would care to offend, his listeners were outwardly placid and inwardly profane. “Memory for detail is an excellent thing to have if you are in a business involving a great many small mat- tera, and, indeed, most callings are of this character, but the man or woman whose memory i{s so tenacious that it brings up by association a host of particulars clustered round an event, and insists on telling them all, is one of the worst nuisances known to so- ciety. In ‘Flush Times in Mississip- pi,’ an old book of southern river sto- ries, there is a character endowed with such a memory and his acquaint- ances sometimes inflicted him on a newcomer by inducing him to tell the ‘earthquake story.’ The principal fea- ture of this narrative was the fact that nobody had ever heard the end of it, for there were so many little sto- ries hanging to it that had to be told first, and the narrator wandered out of the main road into so many devi- ous paths and byways that something always. happened to break off the story before the denouement was reached. While the yarn was progressing the company would slip out one by one and leave the stranger to his fate. “The Widow Bedott ts a first-class example of one of these particular memories at its best, or, rather, worst, for she could not tell how the late lamented said ‘We are all poor crit- ters’ without also telling about a thousand other things that occurred to her while jogging along toward the end of her journey. “Most of us have Widow Bedotts in our OWN acquaintances, some of us have heard stories Ike the earth- quake story, but nobody ever Istened long to a Widow Redott or the teller of a neverending story without won- dering haw people like these ever get th: Mfe at all, or how they suc ap tailing anything, The fanlt one at mental perspective; to them all occurvences are of equal impor- tanca, all objects are of the same size and so they find it impossible to make a selection, and try to tell everything.” He Pulled Through. When the doctor came to seo him and felt of his pulse and looked at his tongue, and learned that he was over 60 years old, he shook his head and sald there was no hope. “But I can’t die for several years to come,” protested the old man, “Sorry, but I can't gi &@ month to live.” “But, doctor, you myst. something on my min sibly die now.” “You can confess it t the man of medicine.” “oy ed a circus and menagerie. I took an aversion to the elephant at once, and determined to make it hot for him. I scooped out an apple, filled the hollow with red pepper and gave it to him. His antics for the next half hour beat the circus in the other tent. “Well?” said the doctor as the old man gurgled in his throat. “Well, they say that an elephant remembers such things for 50 years’.’ “Yes, I have heard so.” “And the 50 won't be up for five years more, and during that time old Behemoth is sure to come around. I want to be there. I want to see if he remembers me. I want to settle this question of an elephant’s memory for goed and all.” “Then that’s different,” answered the doctor, and he took off his coat and pulled the old man back to health. —Rehoboth Sunday Herald. Germs After 1,800 Years. The ground is usually germ free at a depth of two yards, but living bac- teria brought to the notice of the French academy by Dr. M. Boudoin were derived from a depth of. more than ten yards in earth that had been undisturbed for nearly 1,800 years. An old GallicRoman grave near Troussepoi, in Vendee, contained sev- eral charred corpses, and skeletons of goats, dogs and cows. Cultures of the enveloping dust,a mixture of sand and water with remains of skins and brieties, gave the coli bacillus and various species of sphareo bacteria, and these organisms must have lived in isolation since the grave was made. PERSONAL. Lord Avebury of England is firm in the belief that brain workers need a8 least nine hours of sleep. Mme. Patti, who is a marvelous specimen of well preserved powers, attributes her exceptional health to plenty of sleep—anine hours. Mrs. Secretary Taft is said to lead the cabinet ladies in devotion to bridge, and gives one or two parties a week for players of the game. Harry S. Howland, just 28 years old, is the youngest major in the Unit- ed states army. He is now with the Fourth battalion of Philippine scouts. Lord Kitchener's father, who was a Spartan parent, was also a soldier; but in Ireland he turned his attention to breeding pigs as a source of in- come. In the maharajah’s palace at Bann, India, is a 10x16 carpet so Inter- spersed with pearls and diamonds that it is said to be valued at more than $1,000,000, The emperor of Austria belongs to that category of persons who through- out their lives never even suffer from headache. The approach of age ts not visible. The emperor, who formerly smoked ten to 15 strong Virginia cl- gars dally, now contents himself with two light ones; he drinks daily about two glasses of beer and some light wine; he sleeps much, and great care is taken during his sleep that cold is avoided, FOOLISH DEFINITIONS. .Qrafter—One who reaches the pile before we do. Soctal Sclence—The art of keeping friendly with one’s mother-in-law, Fiancee—Pronounced with a broad “say,” because she talks so much, Head—A bulbous excrescenco used by many simply asx a place to rest a hat on. ridge—A means of crossing from affluence to poverty, See whist, gamb- ling, ete. Hero—A lucky chap who happens to be Johnny on the spot when his chance comes. Proposal—An_ overture (Webstar's Dic.). An overture by a gold band, not a brass one. Palm—A chocolate colored growth frequently seen in swell restaurants. See also Pullman care, ete. Rain—A meteorological condition comsequent upom the weather men's prediction of a fine day.—Chicago Amertoan. KINDLY THOUGHTS AND WAYS. The spoiled woman {fs never youth® ful. “She is invariably selfish, and selfiahness is aging. If you would keep young at heart, and that means young outside, in spite of the years, banish petulant moods, combat irritability. Sometimes we wonder why it is that so many old persons become dis- agreeable, Sometimes it is {ll-nature that has made them old, says Home Chat. Kindly feeling may be cultivated, and this cultivation begins when the child is first taught to be gentle in its ay with companions, civil to serv- “A Penny Saved is} a Penny Earned,” Then how can you afford to buy a chonp buggy when you can get a genuine wrought tron Velle at a very reasonable price which will run several yeara with practically no repaire? They are made right and we are selling them right, and if you want to see the finest finished and the best buggy for the price asked, don’t fail to call and see the Velie, I will doyou good whether you want to buy now or not. Wo also handle the Morris, Woodhull and the Anchor buggies, which are hard to beat. In driving wagons and stanhopes we have the best assortment in town and our price lower than the lowest. McCormick Binders and Mowers. Right now fs the time you must be making up your mind about that binder or mower that you will need {n the next few weeks and ff you want the one that will do the best work and take the least repairs, you certainly want a McCormick, and we have them. Pine Sisal Binder Twine 10c Pound. Now don’t that look good enough for anyone? We can’t see how you can afford to be sending away tor twine when you can get good twine at home for 10c, Quick Meal Gasoline Stoves. Now ia the time to be looking for that gasoline stove, ‘as wood and coal make too much heat for this kind of weather,” and we have the best one made, which {8 the Quick Meal, and is made in all sizes. We also have « full Ine of the cheap 1, 2 and 3 burner Junior stoves. Wagons and Harness. Don’t forget that we are headquarters for the Mitchell, Schuttler and Moline wagons and can name you very low prices on same, conelderiny the present cost. We also have a large line of buggy and wagon harness that we are selling very cheap, and can se lly ou a saddle cheaper than anyone, American Field Fence. Yea, we are aware that we have been out of fencing for several days, bus we now have a car on the way, and will be able to supply you in a very few days, and ft will pay you to walt for the Amertean. Groceries, Hardware and Queensware. Remember that we are heaquarters for Groceries, Hardware and Queensware and our price as low as the lowest, If you don’t be- Heve it compare them with Chicago prices. We have a large stock of Screen Doors, Washing Machines, Grind Stones, Screen Wire, Scythes and Snaths, Builder's Hardware, etc. Don’t fail to see our new Gee Whiz, Wonder and lun-so-Rasy Washing Machines, as they will beat anything you ever saw. Don’t forget that we are headquarters for Flour and Feed. Remember that we want your produce and will pay the top price in cash as well as trade. Thanking you for past trade and soliciting & continuance of sane, we are Yours truly, Bennett-Wheeler Merc. Co, ants, respectful to the aged and kind to helpless animals. As the child grows from girlhood to womanhood this habit of courtesy and thoughtfulness for others has become part of her character—a part that will tend to the eternal youthful spirit if the cares and the flatteries of life are met in the right way. ! HOW TO LIVE WITH MICROBES. Drink wine—gout. Drink whisky and get d. t. Eat dessert een paresis. Drink water and get typhoid. Eat meat and meet apoplexy. Eat oysters ond get toxaemia. Drink milk and get tuberculosis. Drink coffee—nervous prostration. Eat vegetables and weaken the strength. So the true system of proper living is to eat and drink nothing and thus become, early in life, an angel.—Ex- change. TO LAND HIM IN A WEEK. Monday—Be pretty; smile once. Tuesday—Be prettier; frown at him. Wednesday—Be pensive; sigh once, Thursday—Laugh at him. Friday—Confess your regard for ® him. This couch is very large, finished in Cuban mahogany, the spring construction is Karpen’s guaranteed, as well built and as nicely finished as any couch you ever saw, Worth $18.00 in Velom, our price $12.00. Worth $20 in Chase leather, our price $15.00. $2.50 down, 50c each week. H. CULVER. Furniture Company. Batler, Me, ;