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Show Kite String. One day last week a little boy who had been standing for some time in front of a drug store in Baltimore, enviously eying ft largo reel, well provided with " simmy dimmy" twine, as the boys call it, which was fastened to tho top of the counter, summoned up courage enough to walk in and ask for a few ' yards to fly his kite. The doctor bears the reputation o( being a good- i n a lu red man, full of humor, and very lond of the little ones, but the ' youngster approached him at a time i when he was out of his usual mood, and he consequently gave "No" for an answer. The urchin had made i up his mind to have some of "that i cord" anyhow, and he got it. On ; Thursday morning the boy entered ; the ntore, accompanied by another ; boy and ft dog. Eoy No. 2, having 1 placed a bottle upon the counter, ; demurely asked for five cents worth ' of "sirup squills and pollygollic," and while tho doctor was filling Ihe order boy No. 1 was tying the end of the cord to the dog's tail. When the man of medicine returned to the counter, the reel was flying like fury. The doctor quietly readied fi&fcPWiM?' ftVhlTrifJHum11, the youngster, who, he supposed, was I sitting on the floor helping herself. 1 But, lo! the boys and the dog "Bouncer" "Boun-cer" were not there. The doctor hav- , ing tried m vain to stop his reel, was obliged to give it up on account of 1 the heat it communicated to the palm . of his hand. When he reached the door he beheld the boys unon the side walk about two blocks" ofl, and "Bouncer" in the middle of the j street going at the rate of forty knots j an hour, the string pointing directly toward his tail. The reel continued to spin for Bome time afterward, until it stopped of its own accord. |