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Show More quickened cjnsciesce, A fair to medium Detroiter went home to supper the oilier night to find that his wile had entered the house only a moment before him, and he naturally inquired where Bbe had been: "Richard," she answered in a vory sober way, "I have been to consult a fortune tellerl" "What I" he exclaimed, turning pale iu an instant ana staggering back against the wall. "Yes, I have been to consult a fortune-teller," she went on, as the tears oame to her eyes. "BoshI mad I Fortune-tellers are humbugs swiudlers liarr!" "Richard, this fortune-teller 'old me" "I won't hear it I want none of their nonsense!" he interrupted. ''Richard, it concerns you!" "I don't carel I want my supper I have no lime for foolishness!" " Kiohard, she says that you are " "I tell you I won't hear any of her balder-dasbl She lied about me, ol course, and I'll make her take it back or go lo prison!" "Richard, won't you let me say that she said you were gradually killing yourself by too rlo3e attention to busi neo?!" "Did she say that?" '"Why. of conrso she did!" "Liiuie, forgive mv harsh words I ;ee that they tell the truth and Ihe truth ooly. Alter supper I'll get a carriage and we'll ride down town you'd better get that new bonnet you spoke Oil" Detroit Free Press. |