FROM THE COUNTRY PRESS.

Joys and Sorrows That Flit With the Flies Into Rural Editorial Sanctums—A Denial of Matrimonial Intent, the Tale of a Dog, and a Little Gossip That May be Useful at Quilting Parties.

AN ANNOUNCEMENT.

Miss May Tybell says she ain’t engaged to anybody, and that she won’t be, there being too much foolishness in Link already.—Henderson (Nebraska) Tribune.

ROUGH ON THE COLT.

While Elwood Gardner was caring for a colt in the stable Thursday he reared and kicked him in the stomach, hurting him so badly that he is not able to do anything.—Coldwater (Michigan) Courier.

THEIR EQUIPMENT.

The correspondent, as well as the entire town and county, extend the best wishes and success to this happy pair. There is not the least doubt in any mind that they will succeed socially as well as financially, as each has an unequivocal sense of ubiquity.—Wapello (Iowa) Republican.

LOST AND WON AD.

Lost—By Miss Susie Holbert, Saturday night, among the Sir Knights and the Daughters of St. Marace Tabernacle, No. 10, money tied in a handkerchief. Failure to return the money has caused some feelings. Miss Holbert won first prize in the U. M. P. J. J. M. Whist Club.—Lawrence (Kansas) Gazette.

A REMARKABLE COINCIDENCE.

They tell of a North Atchison woman who was preserving cherries when the preacher called. She couldn’t leave her work, so he was called to the kitchen, and she watched her preserves while he talked, and stirred them in a quiet, religious way while he offered a prayer. The prayer and the preserves were done at the same time.—Atchison Globe.

A SEQUATCHIE MYSTERY.

Wonder what George Marson is doing over here riding muleback. He passed by here Sunday with his two-story collar on and with both hands in his pocket up to his elbows, with his feet lying between the mule’s ears. He had his shoes shined and he did not want to get them soiled. His mule was so small that his feet would drag.—Sequatchie (Tennessee) News.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

Don’t sneak in at a ball game. Up at Salina last week a fellow borrowed a boat, crossed the river, got his feet wet and muddy, climbed up the bank, tore a five-dollar pair of pants on the underbrush, got poison-ivy all over his face, slipped up to the game in the park from the rear—all this but to find out that no admission was charged to the game.—Marquette (Kansas) Tribune.

THE WORM TURNS.

The lady (?) who yesterday called the attention of another to our patched breeches, whereat they both laughed so heartily, is informed that a new pair will be purchased when her husband’s bill is settled. It has been due nearly a year. Don’t criticise a printer’s dress too closely while you are wearing silks with money due him. Tell your husband to send us twenty dollars and seventy-three cents, and save the cost of an entire suit.—Swainsboro Forest.

THE KIND OF DOG IT WAS.

The following notice has been published in a northern Peninsula paper by a French-Canadian:

“Loosed. One dawg. Been loose him bout three weeks. Him white dawg almost white with him tail cut off close next to her body. Anybody find her bring him to me. I belong to him and shall give good rewards for the same. Black spot on him nose about size fifty cents or dollar piece, Canada money or United States all the same. For yours truly with anxious, Felix Carno, hind side of Methody Church about three blocks in the house up-stairs with green painting.”—Exchange.