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    "ocrText": "SENATOR MUSHROOM'S NINE WIVES !\nShe ate a hearty supper at a candy stand,\nOR\nthen learning the number of her husband's res-\nidence she made for it.\nA PRIMA DONNA'S REVENGE\nThe servant informed her the Senator was\nnotin-had left for New Orleans that morning,\nA TRUE STORY.\nwould probably return.\nShe took the news calmly, and without a\nBy COUNT COMO.\nword began picking up her baggage when,\nAuthor of \"Sir Harryford's Moonlit ride on a\nthrough the open hall door, she caught sight of\nMule,' Kissed to Death,\" \" The Strang-\nher beloved Mushroom making tracks fo.r the\nlers of Bladensburg,\" Tennallytown by\nstreet.\nGas-light,\" etc.\nHe didn't get there.\nWith a fog-horn like scream, she dashed\n[This thrilling romauce was commenced in\nnumber 39 of the PROGRAM. Back numbers\nfrantically by the astonished servant and re-\ncan be obtained from any first-class news-\nturned to the parlor leading the Senator by one\nealer in the United States.]\near.\nTo be continued in our next.]\nCHAPTER II.\nThe stiletto glittered for a second in the gas-\night, then descended, and striking a large roll\nIf you want a situation,\nof pawn-tickets in Count Tachymintis' left vest\nIf you want to secure help,\npocket, fell into the gutter by his side. His\nFf you want to sell or rent a house,\nlife was saved.\nIf you want to secure or rent a room,\nThe Senator with herculean strength, threw\nIf you want anything, advertise in the NA\nthe Count to the ground, and snatching the\nTIONAL REPUBLICAN, Three lines threetimes\nnavy revolver, took deliberate aim at his head.\nfor twenty-five cents.\nsharp report rang out on the midnight air,\nand the form of a brave policeman, who was\nOur Stock\ntaking in the situation from behind a tree-box,\nFor the fall of '81 comprises the most com-\nrolled lifeless on the sidewalk.\nplete assortment ever shown, and is more than\n'Twas then that Jane in all her transcendent\ndoubled of former years. Eiseman Bros., Cloth-\nglory, sprang into the hack, closely followed by\niers and Tailors, corner Seventh and E streets.\nthe Senator.\n\"Drive to the Long Bridge, and fifty dollars\nextra for you if you hurry.\nTHE NATIONAL REPUBLICAN mailed to any\nThe storm had ceased. The moon shone SO\npart of the world for fifty cents per month.\nbrightly that every fire-engine in the city was\ntearing around hunting for the conflagration-\nAn acknowledged Fact,\nand an opportunity to smash into something.\nThat Eiseman Brothers, corner Seventh and\nAs the Senator and his animated life-pre-\nE streets, are the reliable Clothiers and Tailors\nserver dashed madly down Pennsylvania av-\nof Washington.\nenue in the night-liner, he closed the windows\nto keep the dust out, then turning to the heroic\nEvery description of printing executed with\ncreature by his side remarked\nneatness and dispatch at the National Repub-\n\"Jane, look me square in the eye. You' ve\nlican Job Office.\nsaved a precious life I aint much on thank-\ning, but this great Nation will bless you, when\nAlthough we Occupy\nI'm planted 'neath the flowering willow, with\nmy toes p'inted up the dear little daisies and\nThe entire building, which consists of four\na whopping big monumeut on top of me. Do\nfloors and basement, we find it impossible to\nwith me as you think best, Jane, for as I once\nplace our fall purchases. Eiseman Bros.\nbefore remarked-at a nominating convention\nClothiers and Tailors, corner Seventh and E\n'I am entirely in the hands of my friends; but\nfor goodness sake, Jane, don't let the National\nstreets.\nRepublican get hold of this night's perform-\nance, or I'm a goner. Some how a fellow aint\nTHE NATIONAL REPUBLICAN JOB OFFICE\nallowed to shoot promiscuous like and enjoy\nunequalled South of Philadelphia for first-class\nthe freedom here, that he can in my State.\nand prompt work.\nBut I say, Jane, suppose we stop in a Harvey's\nand get some oysters and a bottle of\nThat sentence was never finished. A fire\nGossip.\nengine coming around the corner of Tenth\nThe National Republican delivered at your\nstreet on to the avenue, struck the hack on the\nresidence for fifty cents per month.\nstarboard side !\nFinis Guiteau is writing his biography, but\nthe hangman will add the last line.\nCHAPTER III.\nThe driver was lifted gently-one jump-\nTHE NATIONAL REPUBLICAN is delivered in\nover into the Smithsonian grounds. Being a\nany part of the city for 50 cents per month.\nmember of a society known as the 'Rising and\nCostly temperance When water gets to be\nSetting Sons and Daughters of Moses and\n$2 a bottle, fashionable persons will prefer it to\nAaron in Zion,\" besides having taken his hun-\nchampagne.\ndred and sixty-third degree the \"Galilean\nFishermen,\" he was kept on ice only six days\nStockings I can do without, but ear-rings\nand promptly buried on the following Sunday,\nI must have,\" a San Francisco belle was heard\nwith brass band accompaniment, two bass\nto murmur in the gloaming.\ndrums and a harp.\nOn her new paper Sarah Bernhardt will do\nThe horses and a portion of the vehicle were\nher own paragraphing. She will now have an\nfound animals dead, hack somewhat bruised,\nhaving been driven through the front wall of a\nopportunity of getting even with some of you\nfellows,\nhardware store.\nBefore you leave Washington subscribe for\nCHAPTER 1V.\nthe NATIONAL REPUBLICAN. Only 50 cents\nSix months later, in a quiet little room on\nper month, postage paid. The liveliest\nFonr-and-a-half street, Senator Mushroom was\nbrightest and best paper in the District.\npatiently waiting for the family physician to\nThe composer of Watch on the Rhine,'\narrive and dress his wounds. A carriage stop'd\nat the door, and with the assistance of two\nreceives a pension of $1,000 a year. We'll\nservants and a pair of crutches, Jane entered\nbet fifteen cents that he couldn't hold a posi-\nthe house. The Senator upon receiving her\ntion for seven minutes and a half on a daily\ncard, managed to hobble down to the parlor.\npaper.\nAfter a few minutes conversation, he took one\nA short bridegroom : An old wag asked\nof Jane's paws in his'n, and fixing his gaze on\nshort young man who got married recently\nher moreen-antique shawl- had carelessly\n\"Say, does it make a man any longer to get\nlaid it over the soal-hod-affectionately said:\nspliced?\" He received a very short answer\n\"Jane, you' ve been a brother to me. You\n\"It does knot.\"\nthink I'm a single man. Well, I am not: i.\ne.\nI am not considered so in this part of the\nThe Princess Louise is an adept at Kensings-\ncountry. Jane, let me confide to your safe\nton and other fashionable embroidery. The\nkeeping some of my family affairs. The secret\nMarquis, however, says she isn't worth a cent\n-if such it may be called-weighs heavily on\nat darning socks or putting a new basement in\nmy mind. I am the fond and loving husband\na pair of pantaloons.\nof nine wives, all living and frisky. Don't\nThe neatest and nobbiest Ball Programmes,\nstart, the half has not been told. I received a\nWedding Invitations, and all kinds of fine\ntelegram this morning, stating that one of 'em,\nPrinting, in a manner that has never been\n(the last cdition) will be here on the limited\nequalled in this section of the country, executed\nexpress to night. Alas, I thought my troubles\nat the Republican office.\nwere o'er, when Judge Snell transported our\nenemy-Tachymintis-across the ocean to his\nA western editor wishing to speak of the\nnative clime, but now the arrival of Mrs. M.\nprevalence of crankiness, wrote an editoria\nmeans trouble.\nwith a head, \"An Outburst of Idiocy.\nrival editor tells him the head was unnecessary.\nAnybody who read the editorial would see\nCHAPTER V"
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