Boone County Recorder . him, said Patrick, but weve identi-fied him by the badge on his coat. Hela a Lady Maccabee. Mothina. Very Seriaua In HimJust at That Moment. Mind The multi-millionaire waa beingshaved. As he lay back In his chair,looking upward, his grave face gavethe impression that he was in deepstudy. Ah, whispered one of the barbershop loiterers, Ill wager a dollaragainst a toothpick that he is think-ing of railroad mergers. No, said another, he is thinkingabout bear raids in Wall street. Bet he is pondering over the re-bate system, echoed a third. Til ask him. Walking over to the c
Boone County Recorder . him, said Patrick, but weve identi-fied him by the badge on his coat. Hela a Lady Maccabee. Mothina. Very Seriaua In HimJust at That Moment. Mind The multi-millionaire waa beingshaved. As he lay back In his chair,looking upward, his grave face gavethe impression that he was in deepstudy. Ah, whispered one of the barbershop loiterers, Ill wager a dollaragainst a toothpick that he is think-ing of railroad mergers. No, said another, he is thinkingabout bear raids in Wall street. Bet he is pondering over the re-bate system, echoed a third. Til ask him. Walking over to the chair, he- raidpolitejy: Beg your pardon, sir, but to settlean argument, would you kindly tell uswhat mighty question you are study-ing over? The multi-millionaire turned bislathered face around and smiled. Iwas just studying two flies doinghandsprings on the ceiling, hechuckled, and, the-trio __of -gnesserslooked so sheepish they failed to hearNext when it was called to them. ON THE GLAD HIGHWAY. HOW TO TEST LINSEED OIL. Say, boss, you hasnt er dime inyer clothes, has yer? No, my man, I have not But howdid you guess it? Had Dona Hia Best showing forth the glory and power ofGod. Thus in such spirit they entered the house. And behold the child was indeeddead! Ah, God, let it be my life for thechilds Hie, if need be, Elisha criedin anguish of spirit as he stretchedhimself upon the little cold body andlaid his face against that of the childand breathed Into his nostrils. God honors the spirit of brings answering heart-throb, and the utter surrender of theprophet to the need before himbrought the answering touch The boy would live! Ah, the joy and gladness of that mo-meut. The mother fell at the feet ofthe prophet and worshiped the Godwho had done this wonderful thing,aud then she took her son, her livingson, and wentrout. The years have passed. The man ofGod who entered so largely Into thelives of this Shuuammlte mother andher son is dead. More than
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