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Show A DESPERATE MAN. "No, Gladys McGoogie," he said in his deep and earnest voice, "life without with-out you would be of little use to me." "Do you mean you would take the suicide route to escape it," the fair girl murmured. "Yes," he answered, "you have guessed it." "Revolver or rope?" "Neither." "Gas, then, or poison?" He shook his auburn locks and smiled at her baffled air. "What, then, would you do?" "Gladys," he slowly answered, "if you refuse my love I will take no chance of failure. I have determined to let a malarious mosquito bite me." That fetched her. Cleveland Plain Dealer. |