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Show FROM THE MOUTHS OF INFANTS. Dad Was No Coward, But Probably He Was Discreet Wltb a glance of venom, and a sigh of despair, Mr. II. laid aside his evening even-ing paper and mounted the staircase whence the childish call came. "There's nothing to be afraid of la the dark," he assured his daughter. "Aren't you 'fraid of dark?" queried the little maid, after a pi-.use. "No, of course not" "Art q't you 'fraid of cows and thunder, thun-der, dad?" "Certainly not Margery." "A rent you 'fraid of wasps and block aweeps?" "Of course not, you allly child," he said, smiling. "Dad," came again the little voice In the darkness. "Aren't you fraid of nothin' In the world 'cept mamma?" |