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Show "What religion am I, eh?" said a driver on a Randolph street car. "Wull, I'm a kind o' limited Uni varan) var-an) ist." "Limited Universalist?" responded his querist in amaze; "if yai'rc a Universalist at all, yon must believo that every ono 'II be saved." "I know; I know," replied tlio man of brakes, "most every one 'II bo saved, but of course there's got to bo exceptions, like there is lo every general gen-eral rule. It stand to renHOn 'taint likely an all-merciful Father 'd savo them draymen as always cross a down grade of a sudden t, or tho woman that talks on tho crossing with her panier turned to us till the, car's gone by and then hails it anil scolds tho driver, or the man who stops the car in tho middle of a block and thun gets oil again because he's mado a mistake. No, sir; p'raps, of course, .they'll stop tho celestial, car for them cattlo, but of they do you bet they'll have to hang on tho brake-iron. brake-iron. No seata for them. I kucbs. Car?" |