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Show Herbert Spencer In a Now Ctaiiruoter. One evening a few years ago Duncan nd Donald, residents by the side of Loch Rannoch, sauntered into the pub-tic pub-tic place of refreshment They had been fishing all day with fly, and had I caught only a few small trout. Therefore There-fore they wore very much surprised to tee, on a table In the lobby, a large hasket full of lovely fish, apparently fresh from the water. Answering Dun-oan Dun-oan the landlord stated that the trout had been taken that very day by a gentleman gen-tleman staying at the hotel, who, on coming In, had remarked that ho had been using worm. The landlord proudly Inclined his head to a room on the ground floor, Indicating In-dicating that the successful sportsman was wltliln. A few minutes afterward Duncan, who had not quite caught tlie direction In which Bonll'c had tossed his head, went toward the room next door, and, tapping for admission, asked the waiter what was tlie shentleman's name. "Mr. Herbert Spencer," the waiter aid. "Come In," a voloe from the room added, and soon Duncan stood In the presence of the great thinker. "Malster Spencer, sir, wull you give mo twa bait hooks? I have seen your troots. " The philosopher looked at Duncan in silence and surprise. Duncan repeated his question. "My good man," the discomfited philosopher phil-osopher at length managed to say, "I have no bait hooks." Thereupon Duncan turned on his heel and went away. "Tonal t," he said, as he rejoined hl j cronie In disgust, "Herbert Spencer Li l aleein' dovuLU" Rod and Gun, l |