Boone County Recorder . ?%>HBETt Guar*1*;. Susie—What does the new baby atyour house lock like? Is it nice? Sammy—Must be the latest thing inbabies. Maws an tickled over it asIf it just come from the milliners. His Reason. Like a bubble of air in the blood, a dropof water in the brain, and a man 1bout of gear, his machine falls topieces, his thought vanishes, theworld disappears from him like adream at morning. On what a spider-thread is hung our individual exist-ence. Fragility, appearance, nothing-ness. If It were not for our powersof self-detraction and forgetfulness,all the fair
Boone County Recorder . ?%>HBETt Guar*1*;. Susie—What does the new baby atyour house lock like? Is it nice? Sammy—Must be the latest thing inbabies. Maws an tickled over it asIf it just come from the milliners. His Reason. Like a bubble of air in the blood, a dropof water in the brain, and a man 1bout of gear, his machine falls topieces, his thought vanishes, theworld disappears from him like adream at morning. On what a spider-thread is hung our individual exist-ence. Fragility, appearance, nothing-ness. If It were not for our powersof self-detraction and forgetfulness,all the fairy world which brands ub would seem to us but abroken specter In the darkness—anempty appearance, a fleeting hallucin-ation. Appeared—disappeared—thereis the whole history of a man, or of aworld, or of an infusoria.—Amlel. Her Experience. Lety was a little colored giri whosechief occupation was the bringing ofwater from a distant spring. Thiswas very much to her discomfort, forthe summons to fill the empty waterbucket
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