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Show IIk Tholout it was the Grim. Max. An iiirurance agent cailfcti into an tstabiishinent on Main etreet me otiter day, with a large account book under his arm, aud, walking up lo the proprietor in a buinew sort o: a way, he inquired: "How's busines- how's ttoctr" "Ob, biirsiness it very, r-.'v dull," returned the tradesman. trades-man. "Ton my word, sir, I haven't got $000 in the house! Terrible dull!1' Aud he paused and looked inquir ng!y al his visitor. ''Only $' ')?'' -aid t-ie insurance man in Bururise. "Ton my toul, sir," repeated the dealer, "1 don't believe tut-re's a dollar dol-lar more look for yourself," and tht man looked sad and sighed. "Tnen. air," taid ihe insurance man, with a i$od deal ol warm tu, "how does it come that your stock is insured in our xtmpany for $4,5uu? Eh'" "On! ahl oeg your pardon'." exclaimed the: dealer, in great coDfuion. 1 1 hough i you was ti.e tax man! I was sure you was the tax-gatherer, or 'pon my soui I wouldn't a-aaid tnat, when in fact ny tsiwck is worth fully 5S,U"'j look lor yourself, sir!" Dayton Democrat. |