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Show Youngster's Fellow Feeling. A small boy, about five years old, was taken to an entertainment by his mother the other evening. It was 10:30 o'clock when they reached home and the little fellow was very tired aud sleepy. He undressed quickly quick-ly and hopped into bed. "George," said his mother sternly. "I'm surprised sur-prised at you." "Why, mamma?" he asked. "You didn't say your prayers. Get right out of that bed and say them." "Aw mamma," came from the tired youngster, "what's the use of wakin' the Lord up at this time of night to hear me pray?" |