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Show Ills Slory. Ho 6tood before tho police Judgo n wreck. He suggested an echo of bettor bet-tor times, He had heuu urresied the nluht beforo for sleeping In an open doorway, Tho Judgo saw tnnt the prisoner had not always heoa a tramp, and qucs-tioned qucs-tioned him with regnrd to the pist. "Well, your honorf Jt was this way." tho man Bald, quloDy. 1 haven't always al-ways been as you sco mo now. I was a stockbroker onco. When I was a younger inati I becumo Interested lu uoppor. Copper is usually solid, you know, I inado a little pile, then shifted to Jruu, Iron Is bard jo liaudln, and I lost. I withdrew from thospeiulatlng for a time, hut the old rifclnatlondrow mo again Into tho iniilestroni. I look n flyer hi snmo glittering mining slock, but li was n locr. I said I wou d tr; Hindu. I bought it little train of different dif-ferent railway slock. I'llt I didn't lie to It long enough nml went nearly broki. Then I shoved nil of my remaining fortune for-tune Into pork. It turned nntthat pork was 011 the hog, mid here I am " The Judge li id listened to the story attentively, and nt lis eoio luoii dh-clinrcod dh-clinrcod the irlontr, "Have you m y money?" ho Inquired as thu man turned to leave til c tuMO' m. 'To, sir." was the reply; ''I'm broker now iliau I evor was. Chicago Democrat. |