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Show HIS TOOTHPICKS. Mr. Corson, owner of the sawmill, had) his eye on every stick of timber in the county, and the owner of every poor little clump and grove had his eye on Mr. Corson and the rising prices of lumlber. I George Wales cut his thin -squad of pines, trimmed the logs, and piled them, in his front lot by the road. Then he waited for the. time when he should accidentally be visible on the place, and Mr. Corson should drive by. The encounter took place in due " time. Mr. Corson rattled; past in his wagon, took a sidelong look at the j pile of logs, and called, "Say, George, don't you know it ain't polite to throw your toothpicks 'round the front yard?" Youth's Companion. ) n 1 |