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Show His Ear is His Pocket. Yester , tiny a small hny, with his head hund aged, entered a book store and said bo wanted to buy some school books. 1 Ah the clerk was waiting on him be ! iuquired the reanon bis customer's hnoWas tied up in such a shape. "Un," responded the hoy, in a mat tcr of fact way, "a horse bit off my ear this morning," " No !" said the clerk, doubtingly; "what was the trouble, anyway?" "I teli you be did bite it ofl." tho lad said, with some warmth, "and I can prove it, too. Just you look here now," and, reaching down into his pocket, he drew forth a wad oi newspaper soaked with blood, and slapped it down on the counter. A crowd formed around the little fellow, who with great graw'-y and a pardonable air of triumph, proceeded to unwrap the unsavory mass. Then he pulled forth a ghastly relic in tho shape of a human ear, evidently torn out by the motB. . "There, didn't I tell you to?'' he cried, exultiugly. "He fWchni it eff the first nip." The Iny g-ivii inn name ua Eagau, and said he livid n the Clapp farm. While working in the bam the borao readied his head oter the side of the stall, cmight tr.e little fellow's ear in his teeth, and chewed it off. Having thus delivered himself, the lad .carefully rewrapped his precious er, thrust it in his .( cket, anu departed. Oil City !. mil,-. |