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NORTH SHORE BREEZE. 
~ HANGING A HORSE. 
Trial and Execution of a Steed Which 
Overturned a Carriage. 
The following aecount of the pri- 
vate trial and execution of a horse 
by command of the fantastic Mar- 
quis de Briqueville is taken from 
an article entitled “Biographie des 
Kxcentriques,” originally published 
without signature in La Repub- 
lique du Peuple, described as “Al- 
manach Democratique, Paris, chez 
Prost, 1850,” and republished in 
Oeuvres Posthumes of Baudelaire, 
Paris. The article is evidently one 
of Baudelaire’s bits of hack work, 
but even here the master’s touch is 
felt: 
“First of all let us mention the 
Marquis de Briqueville, a very rich 
person, popularly deemed crazy and 
probably slightly so. At least he 
did all that was necessary to justi- 
fy the opinion one had of him. One 
day as he was rushing violently 
through the streets in his brilliant 
equipage one of his forses fell. The 
carrlage was upset, and the mar- 
quis received an ugly contusion. He 
is brought back to his mansion; he 
is in a rage; he wants to dismiss his 
coachman. The latter justifies him- 
self. The accident was not caused 
by any fault of his. One of the 
horses is to blame. ‘If it is so,’ 
says the marquis, ‘the horse must 
be punished; every fault must have 
its penalty.” He orders all his 
household to appear—steward, but- 
ler, valets, scullions, grooms. It is 
a veritable court of justice. They 
all take their places. The marquis 
presides. The accused is brought 
in. He preserves in his noble bear- 
ing the calmness of innocence. The 
coachman makes the accusation. 
The secretary of the marquis, fill- 
ing the office of lawyer, presents 
the defense of the quadruped. He 
is long winded, heavy, flat, exactly 
as if he was pleading before parlia- 
ment. He quotes the Digest; he 
spits Latin. He concludes by re- 
questing that his client should be 
returned to the stable, whose finest 
ornament he is. The case is heard. 
The marquis gives his opinion first. 
He considers the accusation as 
proved. He votes for the sentence 
of death. All his valets hurry to 
vote like him. The whole thing 
seemed to them a joke. They were 
mistaken. ‘The marquis had a scaf- 
fold- erected in his yard. He ad- 
dressed to the condemned a prolix 
discourse, in which he made him 
feel the enormity of his crime. Dur- 
ing this oratorical display the un- 
fortunate victim looked-upon the 
instrument of torture with a firm 
eye—no affectation of courage, no 
despondency. 
“As soon as the marquis had fin- 
ished a groom threw with dexterity 
a rope around the neck of the pa- 
tient, and a few seconds later the 
poor animal was suspended in the 
air, the coachman was pulling his 
feet down, a valet was stamping on 
his shoulders. The hanging was as 
correct as those daily exhibited in 
the square of the Greve. The at- 
tendants were stupefied with aston- 
ishment.” 
How Indians Poisoned Arrows. 
Indians took a fresh deer liver, 
fastened it to a long pole and then 
went to certain places where they 
knew they would find rattlesnakes. 
The bucks would poke the first rat- 
tler with the liver. The snake 
would repeatedly strike at the liver 
with its fangs until its poison was 
all used up. Then the pole was cas- 
ried home and fastened upright un- 
til the liver became as dry as a 
bone. The liver was pounded to a 
fine powder and placed in a buck- 
skin bag. This powder would stick 
like glue to any moistened surface 
and was used to poison arrows.— 
Denver Field and Farm. 
Accurate Measure. 
A laborer in a dockyard was one 
day given a two foot rule to meas- 
ure a piece of iron plate. Not be- 
ing accustomed to the use of the 
rule, he returned it after wasting a 
good deal of time. 
“Well, Bill,’ remarked the fore- 
man, “what is the size of the 
plate?” 
“Well,” replied he, with a smile 
which accompanies duty performed, 
“it’s the length of your rule and 
two thumbs over, with this piece of 
brick and the breadth of my hand 
and arm and from here to there, 
bar a finger.”—-London Mail. 
A Modern Diogenes. 
Ethel, agéd six, had gone down 
the village street with her new doll. 
It could be plainly seen that she 
was in dire distress. She stood still, 
tnd after a close scrutiny of sev- 
eral men who passed she accosted 
one. 
' “Say, are you an honest man?” 
she demanded. 
“Why, yes, I think so,” was the 
astonished reply. 
“Well, then, if you’re sure you’re 
an honest man,” said the little 
maid, “please hold my dolly while 
I tie my shoe.”—Woman’s Home 
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