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Show SURELY NOT THE REAL THING. The Lad Had Evidently Caught the Genuine New York Spirit. From a city apartment little Jack was going for the first time to spend Christmas at his grandfather's farm. As he ran up the steps of the old houss his grandmother caught him up in her arms and put him down; rosy and laughing, before the great log tire in the living room. "Isn't that fine, Jackie, boy?" slie said. "You don't have big log fires like that in New York, do you?"- The boy looked with wide-eyed delight de-light at the huge logs as they blazed and crackled in the generous old lire-place, lire-place, but he was stanchly loyal to his "six rooms and bath." "It's nice, grandma, but it's only an imitation gas log, isn't it? We have real ones in my house." Lippincott's. |