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Show FIGHT IT OUT. <br><br> A story is told of a daughter of a prominent person now in the lecture-field, which is peculiarly interesting and suggestive of unconscious wisdom. A gentleman was invited to the lecturer's house to tea. Immediately on being seated at the table, the little girl astonished the family circle and the guest by the abrupt question, <br><br> "Where is your wife?" <br><br> Now the gentleman, having been recently separated from the partner of his life, was taken so completely by surprise that he stammered forth the truth: <br><br> "I don't know." <br><br> "Don't know!" replied the enfant terrible. "Why don't you know?" <br><br> Finding that the child persisted in her interrogatories, despite the mild reproof of her parents, he concluded to make a clean breast of the matter, and have it over at once. So he said with a calmness which was the result of inward expletives. <br><br> "Well, we don't live together ; we can't agree, we'd better not." <br><br> He stifled a groan as the child began again, and darted an exasperated look at her parents. But the little torment would not be quieted until she exclaimed: <br><br> "Can't agree! Then why don't you fight it out as pa and ma do?" <br><br> "Vengeance is mine," laughingly retorted the visitor, after "pa" and "ma" exchanged looks of holy horror, followed by the inevitable roar. |