Page 300 (1/2)

Hurrah! Hurrah! for Yankee wit

Hurrah! Hurrah! for Cape Ann grit

It's pluck and dash that's sure to win--"The Horton's in!

The Horton's in!"

--Old Locality

Polly Candage, covering her emotions with that mask of demureness

which nature lends to the weaker sex for their protection, received a

tue

"I don't kno it has happened I don't understand it," he exploded

"I didn't suppose anybody could blast money out of his pocket with

dynamite--your father said it couldn't be done But Deacon Rowley has

loaned us five thousand dollars Here's his check on the Lies six per cent I'm so weak it was all I could do

to walk up here"

"What did he say to explain it?" inquired Polly, withto what extent of prevarication a deacon would go in order

toHanded out this check, said h for a receipt, and said your father