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Show Feminine Resource. Mr. D went to the club, leaving Mrs. D with a lady friend whose abilities as a scandal-monger and mis chief-maker were pre-eminent. Wnen he returned he just poked (his head into the drawing room and said, with a sigh of relief: "That old cat's gone, I suppose?" For an instant there was a pro found silence, lor as he uttered the last word he encountered the stonj stare of the lady who had been in his mind. Then bis wife came to the res cue. "Oh, yes, dear," she said. "I seal Lt to the cats' home in a basket this morning." Tit-Bits. |