Part 2 — "THE MARTIAN"
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A NEW SERIAL
WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY
GEORGE DU MAURIER
THE AUTHOR OF
"TRILBY" and "PETER IBBETSON"
This novel has the wonderful charm of reminiscence and the interest connected with the development of a mystery which made Peter Ibbetson and Trilby world-famous. The opening chapters present a delightful picture of school-boy life in Paris a generation ago.
The first instalment is in
HARPER'S MAGAZINE
FOR OCTOBER
OUT TO-DAY
HARPER & BROTHERS, Publishers, New York
GOING AGAINST THE GRAIN.
A gentleman owning a cotton estate had a characteristic old "mammy" who never could be found without her pipe. One day her employer asked her if she expected to go to heaven.
"Deed I does—'deed I does."
"But, auntie, you know you smoke a great deal, and the angels surely will not like that."
"But Ise won't smoke up dar, sah!"
"No; still they will smell tobacco on your breath."
"'Deed dey won't, sah. Ise reckon I done leave m' bref here."
A SMALL BOY'S REASON.
"Hi, Freddie!" cried his father, as the boy entered the elevator to go upstairs. "What are you going upstairs for?"
"So's I can come down again in the elevator," said Freddie.
NO BETTER IN SOME WAYS.
"Isn't the mountain air bracing?" said Mr. Hicks.
"Yes, pretty bracing," said Wallie. "It doesn't make my bicycle go any better, though, pumping this mountain air into the tires, than the plain old home air does."
NO LITTLE DOG THERE.
"How did you find your little dog when you got home from the country, Polly?"
"Didn't find him."
"Why, was he lost?"
"No. He'd growed to be a big dog."
IN THE MOUNTAINS.
Tommie. "My papa's gone fly-fishing this morning."
Nellie. "Poh! That's a queer thing to do, I think. I can sit right here in the hotel and catch all the flies I want without going fishing for 'em."
"Sam, I'm proud of you," said the Mayor of the town. "It was a noble deed to jump into the water and save a drowning man."
"Yes, sah."
"Indeed it was, Sam. There you were on a dark night peacefully pursuing your way home, when the screams of a dying man reached your ears, and without a moment's hesitation you rushed down to the deserted pier and plunged into the cold water at the risk of your life, and rescued a fellow-being. Ah, Sam, it was certainly a noble deed, and again I say it, I'm proud of such a citizen, and the town joins me in bestowing its hearty well-wishes on you."
"Yes, sah."
"But, Sam, what makes you so glum about it?"
"Well, jedge, it's like dis. I done jump as you say, and collar dat man, and bring him ter shore, but wa'd you think? I owe dat man five dollars for six months, and I spects I'll get anoder of dem bills fer it same as before. Dat's my luck to rescue de man what Ise owes money to."
THE TRACKS THE DUCK LEAVES.
This ducklet's tracks so much resemble autumn leaves, that they Are often by the north wind gathered up and blown away.