THE PUZZLER

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVII, Issue 3509, 13 April 1905, Page 4

THE PUZZLER

No. 249. —Double Acrostic. Suitable. Marks of distinction. Limited. To flourish, A bom 1 . Furious. One designated by another. My primals and finals read downward name two eminent American divines. No. 850.—Enigma. A qcadrumancms animal ; Is that which wo a total calL A silly fellow - , too, is he, And servile, as you often see. Better to follow one’s own plan Than all some much admired man. For artificiality la never pleasing, all agree. . No, 251. —Tommy’s Impres»lon.

Tommy—Are you a real man, grandpa? Grandpa—Yes, Tommy. Now what did you think I was? Tommy—Thought you were 1 (Fill eat Tommy’s answer.)—Golden Days. NVS. 283.—0 u a Fishing Excursion. (Find the fishes whose names are defined.) My first catch was a “sudden blow or hit” (1). Surprised at this, I turned round “to challenge” (3) the offender, when I saw a "stupid fellow” (3) and a “user of soma halt or artifice” (4) near a “tree” (3). Approaching, I sought “to find fault” (6) at my misadventure. “One who darts” (7) suddenly passed with “deep, guttural sounds” (8), and instinctively a “pole” (9) was thrust at a “bucket of a pump” (10). "One vTo praises extravagantly” (II) came Dear, i had been cautioned to beware of a "person easily duped or cheated” (13), and given to understand that I might expect an encounter with a “machine for beating out frain" (13). Remembering that warning, beat a hasty retreat, leaving my booty behind in the pond. No. 353.—Charade. The waves were racing in the bay. And shining one of foam wore they: Up came a boatman, steering gay That craft of his. I asked, with my most courteous bow, “Is any fish in season no-.vV’’ He answered, as he moored his scow, “Aye, haddock ia." Wo' went for haddock; soon we caught One of great two; the line was taut; The boat would surely whole, 1 thought. In the abyss. But only I plumped in. My trips • Since then I take on larger ships; I’m wary since from Ocean’s lips I had a kiss.

No. 364. —Numerical Enigma. My whole, composed of 33 letters, is a quotation from Halleck. My 29. 80, 24, 8. 18, 20, 31,11, 1,6. 23 la tain. My 23, 8,5, 28,10, 13, 21, 19, 83 is subjection to death. My V, 20,17, 4,14 is to turn rapidly. My 83, 3, 37 is an animal. My 16.13, 33 is to become weary. My 16, 9 is an interjection. No. 86G. —Geographical Divisions. Take a river from a town in England and leave a clamorous creditor. A drinking cup from a city in Italy and leave part of the body. A carpenter’s tool from a town in Russia and leave turmoil. The present time from a town in Hindoostan and leave good fortune. A weight from a town in Massachusetts and leave fresh. prevailing fashion from a town in Ohio and leave n period of time. A Card Trick. Seal 25 cards in five rows of five cards each, face upward. Invite a person to think of a card and to tell you In which Ifow It is. Note in your own mind the first ®r left hand card of that row. Now pick to the cards la verticle columns—i, e., beginning at the last card of the last row, placing that card face upward upon the last Of the next row, those two upon the last of the next row, and so on. When you have nicked up all the cards in this manner, deal warn out again in the same way as at first. Ton will observe that those cards which before formed the first cards of each row now themselves form the first row. Ask the person in which row his card now is. When he has told you, look to the top row fbr the first card of the original row, when the card thought of will be found in a direct line below it in the last row indicated. Key to tlie Puzzler. No. 241.—A Tangle: We welcomed May with all her changing skies And hailed with Joy the queenly month of flowers, Counting some blessing on each fleeting day, Telling them on a rosary of hours. Some Idle tears must fall above the past Sterall the sweet dead days that we remember? But, with the garnered treasures in our grasp, We drink tho golden wine of bright September. No. 242.—Numerical Enigma: “Civility JDUy truly be said to cost nothing; if it does not meet with a due return, it at least leaves you in the most creditable position.”

No. £4B.—A Riddle: Balance. No. 344.—Things to Be Seen: Post. Bar. Weed. Hole (whole). Ground. Shadow. Ltodseer. No. S4s.—Word Building: I, is, sir, sire, ■yre, shrive, dervish, shivered, shriveled. No. 240.— Hidden Proverb: When poverty oomco In at the door, love flies out at the window. No. 247,—Word Squares: LATE SCOTT FAME iB ID CAPER ARID TIDE OPERA MITE *J> N TERMS EDEN TRASH No. 248.—Qualities of Cities: Aurora, Cork, Concord, LaCrr-. - rr ” 1 '. Cayenne,

HER WEDDING OUTFIT. What Ole! Man Bog,i« Thought Sh® Ought to Have. I was standing in front of the Pine Mountain Lumber company’s store, situate on the upper waters of the Cumberland, when old man Boggs came up from the sawmill on the bank of the river and approached mo with some degree of doubt, I thought, from his manner. Seeing no one else around, he became easier and greeted mo pleasantly. “How are you,' Mr. Boggs?” I said in return for his salutation. “Fine day. Any news up the mountain?” “I’m tolliblo like, I reckon,” he responded. “Nothin happoniu our waymuch. But that ain’t what I want to talk to you about, colonel,” ho added, relapsing into the manner of doubt I thought I had observed at first. “Well, what is it? Any shooting going on or liable to?” “Reckon not. Most uv the boys has gone to Looisvillc for witnesses agin them moonshiners, and things is restin some.” “Then what troubles you?” He came up quito close to mo and looked over his shoulder to bo sure there was no ono in hearing distance, except myself. “ iVir you a married man, colonel?” he asked in a whisper. "I am not So fortunate,” I admitted, with as much gallantly of manner and as pretty a candor as if a dozen women had been there. “Thou I reckon you ain’t much knowm on sich things as havin yer gals gettin married?”

“Hardly,” I confessed, with a smile. “Anyhow,” ho said resignedly, “you air old enough to bo, and I want you to gimme a lift.” “How do you mean?” I inquired in surprise. “Don’t git skeert,” he grinned. “It’s only my gal Susan.” “Oh,” I said in a tono of relief. “She’s going to get married, is she?” “Kinder that away. I want to git soma wedding fixin’s and don’t want to git ’em fruiu the young feller in the store. Won’t you fix ’em up fer me?” ‘ ‘ Certainly, ’ ’ and we went in. “By the way,” I inquired, “is Susan your oldest daughter?” “No; site is the youngest.” “Isn’t that rather cutting the others out?”

“I reckon not, ’’ he laughed. “ You see, they take attar me, and I didn’t git spliced till I was past 40. Susan tabes utter her ma mmy. She got me afore she was 20.” He laughed again, and I laughed with him and threw out several pieces of dresa goods on the counter. “I suppose you want something white, ” I said, spreading the goods out so ho could see the effect. ‘ ‘ That will bo very nice for a bride.” “What’s the tax on it?” ho asked, without touching it, showing that ho was not versed in dry goods. “ Two bits a yard. ” “Geemeutly gosh, colonel!” he exclaimed, starting back, “I can’t afford no such goods as that. Silks and satings ain’t fer we nns. Hain’t you got some calico?” “Plenty of it,” I said, and I dumped an armful down on the counter. “■What’s this wuth?” ho asked, picking out a bright yellow piccO with a red vine trailing through it. “That’s 10 cents a yard, and it will take ten vards for the pattern.” “That’s sl, ain’t it?” ho inquired, aftera moment’s mental calculation. “Exactly.” “Gimme that, colonel. Susan alius had a weakness fer yaller. It kinder matches her freckles, she says.” I cut off tho amount called for and laid it aside.

“Now,” he said, “show me someshoes.” “What kind?” I asked, not caring to hazard my judgment again. “How do they run in price?” “From $1.30 up.” “That’s pretty steep fer a gal that’s been useter goiu bar’footod, I reckon,” he mused, “but a gal don’t git hitched every day, and I s’poso I kin stand it. Jlm’ll have to buy ’em for horanyhow atter this. Lemme have ono uv them pa’r at a dollar fifty.” “What size?”

“About sevens, I reckon,” he said. “Six is hor size in summer time, but gittin married is makin her kinder proud and sbo says she’s goiu to wear stoefcin’s, so you see, colonel, wo’d better git ’'em a size bigger to ’low fer the ox try. ’ ’ I picked out a pair of No. 7’s, neat, but not gaudy, and laid them beside theoalico. “Now,” I said, getting ready to show him a few other articles for a troußseau, "what else?”

“What else is thar to gltf” he asked In guileless astonishment. “Ain’t that enough weddin flsln’s fer any gal? Them cost $3.50, didn’t they?” “Yes, but I thought she might want sometihng else perhaps.” That remark didn’t begin to express all that was in my mind, but It was the best I could do under tho circumstances.

“Likely she does,” he replied, “but it’s Jim’s turn to do the buyin now. I’ve done my sheer.” “When is the wedding?” I inquired as 1 wrapped up tho trousseau I had sold him. “It’s done tuck,” he answered as though surprised at my question. I was puzzled to tho full extent. “I don’t understand what you mean,” I said.

“Tho weddin’s over,” he explained. “It tuck place yistiddy.” “But what are you getting these things for now?” I asked, more astonished than ever.

“Cazo, now’s the time,” he said, with a short laugh. “You don’t reckon I was goin to git all these yer weddln fixin’s aforehand and run the rest uv havin the whole shootin match flash in the pan, do you? Jim’s stiddy and shore footed, hut Susan gits to steppin mighty high and actin frisky when she’s got good olo’s on to her back. She takes atter her mother, Susan does." I hadn’t a word to say, of course, but as Mr. Boggs started out I handed him a bolt of blue ribbon and told him to give It to the bride, with my compliments, without knowing exactly whether blue ribbon matched yellow calico with a red vine trailing through it or not. A Strategic Move. “i was in the theater when your play Was brought out for the first time.” “You were there, were you?” “Yes, and I saw you there too. Everybody was yawning, and to my astonishment you yawned, too, with the rest.” “I had to yawn. If I hadn’t, somebody would have suspected me of being the thor.”Must Have a Subject Anyway. The Mob (in chorus)—We’re after that man, and we’re going to lynch him. The Jailer—But he’s left town. The Mob—Well, then give us some oth