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-on never retracting anything that had ever said, works wonders, to prove to the 



appeared in his paper, and he declined to Saratoga Sun that the AGE is alive and 



alter his rule on this occasion, but in or- well, but not "kicking." No, we are not 



der to made it right said: "While I can- kicking; we hold no grievance against the 



not deny your death, I will next week put man who would fain consign us thus pre- 



your name under the head of 'Births'. maturely to the world beyond, for after all 



Unlike this old gentleman we do not seek people are not to blame for what they 



redress but will allow time which, it is don't know. 



IN THE AVERAGE DRY GOODS STORE. 

 They stood behind the counter, two rather 



pretty girls, 

 With ruffles on their shoulders aud very 



dainty curls; 

 And oh ! their hearts were merry and their 



tongues were running fast 

 Of their lovers and their dresses and their 



pleasures now and past. 

 When there wandered to the counter with 



a tired and worried face, 

 A quiet little woman who asked to look at 



lace. 

 One of them looked her over with a cool, 



contemptuous stare, 

 Then chatted on: "Oh, Daisy, I wish that 



you'd been there !" 

 "I 'spose that Oharley looked too cute?" 



"You bet that he's alive ! 

 And my dress was that pink satin that we 



sold at ninety -five 

 And I had that woman make it that made 



that dress for Grace." 



"If you please," there came a weary voice, 

 "I want to look at lace. " 



"And Mary Jenks was there. Oh, girls, 



you ought to seen her hair ! 

 It was curled and frizzed to death and 



don't you tell but I dojnt care 

 I don't believe the half of it grew on her 



head at all. 

 And her costoom well! befere I'd wear 



such a garment to a ball ! 

 And how she ever gets a fellow with that 



lookin' face!" 

 "Will you kindly," said a weary voice ; "will 



you let me see some lace?" 

 '*'! saw that fellow you know that was 



over in the silks ; 

 He's just too gone for anything on that 



stuck-up Susy Wilkes. 

 I never" here the customer, up-plucking 



heart of grace, 

 Spoke boldly : "Please to wait on me. I 



want to see some lace." 

 The salesgirl paused such persistence to 



discover. 

 " There's only veiling here," she said ; "the 



lace is three rooms over!" 



New York World. 



