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Show It Didn't Work. ITo came townids her, his lips twitching, his brow furrowed. One of his hands was concealed behlud him. She regarded him coldly. "What nro you hiding?" sho asked. "I hide It no longer," ho cried. "It is n lathi" "Explain Its purpose," alio hoarsely commanded. "I will," ho firmly nnswercd. ''If yon read tho papers you must have noticed that a St. Louis judgH has just handed down nn opinion tlmt a husband is justllled in thrashing a wife if she sufficiently suf-ficiently Irritates him. You have Irritated Irri-tated niu therefore the lath." She molftened her dty lips with the tip of her sharp red tongue. "I suppose," she slowly said, "that Iho punishment Is the some, no matter hew great the Irritation may become?" "I upposc so," ho said In a hesitating hesitat-ing wny, " 'Then." sho harshly cried, "It Is Just ns well to make It worth Iho while." And beforo ho could frame n suitable reply she had snatched a handful of his whiskers, thumped his ears, lammed lam-med Mm with a rolling pin, proddul lit ni with it poker nud shivered the lath over his unlucky shoulders. Half an hour later ho poked his dishonored dis-honored head from beneath the dining run in table and hUsed between his white Hps: "If I only btiil that St. Louis Judge under hero for about seventeen seconds I'd twist his Idiotic ueok off!" Clove, laud Plain Dealer. |