Savory Morsels
An American writer stateg:— Some years ago I was living in St. Louis. All day long I was busy, but in the evening I was my own master. Letting down my curtains and poking my fire to a Bteady blaze one evening, I drew my chair up to a table near the wall and began writing. . Soon I was surprised to find that my room bad another occupant, no other than an,; immense black spider, which advanced sociably towards me and the table. I was quite surprised to find that he showed no fear, but sat looking at me with attention. I pulled a straw from the broom and drew it gently over his body and legs, to his great delight, for ten minutes, when he retired. The next evening he reappeared, to my surprise, and we wenfc throHgh the same antics with the broom straw, to his evident pleasure. This was kept up all that lonely winter, and tha solitude of ray evenings was greatly re* Keyed by my big spider friend, who came out regularly every night for a frolic, with mo and the broom straw.
An Augusta, Me., man, the other day leaned off the platform of the rear car of a train to kiss his wife good»bye, but the train started so suddenly and moved so fast that he only succeeded in kissing a tramp who had stepped aside at the switch a hundred yards further on.
" The Widow Wise " is the title ol*i new novel. Ah/, yes, that is correct. We read in the good book, my son, of fir# foolish virgins, but of a foolish widow— never! Her head ia not hilly, neither is she ignorant concerning upon which sur« face «f her staff of life is the oleomargarine distributed. .
At hard pan: Two gentlemen met ou State street this morning. Said one to the other: "How i« business ?" "Poor," was the reply. " I met .with a little accident. JNight before last burglars broke into my store, but left without taking anything. Everything was marked so low' they " came around next morning and made purchases." . A big Yankee from Maine, on paying his bill in aLondourestaurant, was told that the sum put down didn't includerthe waiter. 1' he roared. "I didn't eat any waiter, did I?" He leoked; as if he could thongh, and there was no further " discussion.
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Thames Star, Volume XVII, Issue 5144, 13 July 1885, Page 2
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397Savory Morsels Thames Star, Volume XVII, Issue 5144, 13 July 1885, Page 2
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