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Show Local Man sbad Memory I Locked His Help In Building and Forgot To ! Come Back Under Twelve Hours. A story quiet amusing to all but one of the principals in a recent occurrence occur-rence has Just come to hand. A few nlghtsago, Alf Mitchell, proprietor pro-prietor of one of the Logan barber shops, left his bootblack assistant in the shop after the evening closing hour. In order that any stray patron might "butt-In", Alf told tho boy that as he was only going home for a few minutes lie would lock the door from the outside. There was no objection and Alf hiked away to rhc domicile presided over by his better-half. Once there he found his wife 111 and he hustled around to do all the little things possible for her comfort Ity this time it was nine o'clock and Alf, weary after a day's hard work, laid down on the "soli a" for a little rest before returning to the shop. Then, hko many tired people will do, he promptly dropped oil to sleep and he slept the sleep of the righteous intil morning. About even o'clock the sleeper awoke with a start and a conscience as auilty as Rockefeller's ought to be, and without a word of explanation he grabbed his top-piece and dashed for the barber-shop. The boy was there, all right, but wild-eyed from loss or sleep, and worn out from etlorts to secure se-cure his release. Although this is not vouched for, it is said that this "bird in the glided cago"had almost gnawed through tho petition Into the Cache Valley bank, and burned up a half ton' of coal In an ellort to keep warm. The young man caught a glimpse of himself In one of the mirrors in the shop and It scared him so badly that he came near squec.lng thiough the keyhole, Alf hasn't squared himself yet, although al-though he has sent the boy to every show that has been In Logan since. |