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Show THOUCHT HE HAD 'EM AGAIN Sniffles brought his two weeks' spree to a close on Saturday night. He lay on the lounge in the parlor, feeling as mean as sour lager, when something in the corner of the room attracted his attention. Raising on bis elbow he gazed steadily at it. Rubbing his eyes, he stared again, and as he stared his terror grew. Calling his wife he asked hoarsely: "Marindy, what is that?" "What is what, Likey?" Sniffles' name was Lycurgui, and bis wita calls bim Likey for Bhort aud sweet. 'Why, that that thing in the comer," Baid tho frightened man pointing atitwitna hand shaking like a politician. "Likey, dear, I see nothing," replied re-plied the woman. "What! you don't see it?" he almost al-most shrieked, "No." "Then I've got 'em. Oh, heavens! bring me the Jliule, Marindy brirjg it quick I Here herp on this sacred boob: i swear never to drink a drop of whisky. If I break my vow, may my right hand cleave to tbe root of my mouth, and" Here, catching another glimpse of tbe terrible object, be clutched his wife and begged in piteous tones: "Don't leave me; don't leave your poor Likey!" Aud burying bis face in the folds of her dress be sobbed and moaned himself into a troubled sleep. Then his wifd stole gently to the corner, picked up tbe toy snake, and threw it into the stove. Cincinnati Saturday Night. |