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Show WHERE THE MONEY COES. "Mr. Swipes, won't you split una litllo wood and ro and borrow a brass kettle bwfore you go up town?" "What in thunder do you want nit todo that for." "Cherries?" "Yes, cherries!" "That's just like you, Sirs. Swipes. You're always spluttering aud fooling around with soqjm nonseuse like this." "Nonsense well, I guess you like preserves an well as anybody." "1 don't either." "Jf you wam'l too luzy to split the wood you'd likt) them." "Mtb. Swipca, now do be sensible. You know this preserving business costs money for sugar, fruit, cans, wax, firewood, and the deuce knows whal all. But some way or other you never do think about expense, fur you're always buying ribbons, nifties, and flummailiddlts; but when I want anything, such as an easy chair tn rest my weary Ikjiics in oh, no, J can't have it, because you've spent ail the money for duds to put on your own hack." j "Now you think you'vo said it. Oh no, you don't spend any money, but I spend it all. Jf that's so, where do you get money to play pedro and rtinm homo to the bosom of your family stone-blind drunk? Dun't deny it, HwipeH, for you know somebody some-body blacked your eyc-glusses the other day and you was .o drunk you LhimKht it was midnight and came home with a lantern in your hand in tho nikkllo of the- day. You talk about squandering money." Solano liiubli:ui. |