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Show Did Not Blame Him. This ohiokon story comes from Pros-ton. Pros-ton. A man who had juBt moved into n now houso was annoyed by cblck-oiiB cblck-oiiB which woro continually scratching in his gardon, so ono day ho wont to his uoighbor and complained about tho fowls. "Well," said tho noigbbor, "I don't think my ohickonsaro bothering you." "But I know thoy nro," porslstcd tho other, "und I want to say to yon that if tboy oontinuo coming ovor thoro, I'll kill 'om." "I can't say that I blamo you," tbo noigbbor ropliod, and tbo man went homo dotormlnod to murder tbo first chiokon that showed itself on bis promises. Noxt morning, bright and early, ho was out in tbo garden when a wbolo Hock of chickens trooped into it. Mr. Man was mad all ovor and guthoring somo rooks, ho started in. At last ho succoded In disabling a big rooster. Ho captured it, and twisting its bead olf, hoavod it ovor tho fence onto his neighbor's baok porob. Noxt day life killed another, and this ono ho throw ovor tho fonoo too. Still tbo chickens kept coming aud bo wont rigbt to killing thorn and throwing thorn onto his neighbor's lot. Aftor ho had elaugbtord ton or a dozen, ho happened to moot his uoighbor on tbo street, uud In sort of a earcustio way bo remarked to him, "I suppose you uro getting plonty of chlckou to cat tbeso days?" "You bet I am," said tbo other, good nuturodly, "fact is, I am got-ting got-ting somewhat tired of chiokoiJ." "You'll bo n d d sight moro tirod boforo I got through with that Hock," snorted tho man who was postorcd. "I'll kill ovory ono or thotn." "Don't blamo you n bit," said th, neighbor "hut I sl',on?tL liut you'd speak to your orothor about om." "My brother," tho othor guspod, "what's ho got to do with 'om?" "Why, you seo, tboy'ro his chickens," chick-ens," Eald his noigbbor. "Tboy como across tbo street just as soon us ho lots 'om out; seems to bo some attraction over hero for 'om. I nover keop chickens. " Thou tbo man with tbo gardon went homo and askod his wifo to kiak him. |