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Show Caught on the Fly- "John you have been drinking!" It was not yet 11 o'clock, but there was something In the blundering way In which he had bumped against things in coming through the front hall that aroused her suspicion?. You're ln'staken, Em'ly," said Mr Oatlayte, of Harlem, steadying himself-and himself-and discovering just in time the ornament orna-ment on which-he was about to hang his hat was only a figure In the wall paper. "I'm perfeatly sober, Em'ly. ' Havu't drunk a drop." f "John," she said, "look me squarely in the eye and repeat the names of the democratic nominees for president and vice-president." "Clevenson and Steveland!" exclaimed Mr. Oatlayte, triumphantly. "Ah, I thought so." "Anybody who can't say Stereland and Clevenson," continued Mr. Outlayte. raising his voice. "I say madam, anybody any-body that can't pr'nounee the name of Cle Ste Cleestvand Steeson and I don't care a gosh ding what their names arel I wish you'd stand t' one side. I'm goln' to bed. And Mr. Outlayte, now reckless and demoralized, fell up the stairway one step at a time and disappeared in the darksome void. Ex. |