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Show Thrown Into the House. ' "My son," said a pious father out , on South hill to his hopeful son, "you did not saw any wood for the kitchen stovo yesterday ns I told you to, you left the back gate open and lot the cow get out, you cut off eighteen feet from the clothes line to make a lasso, you Btoned Mr. Robinson's pet dog and lamed it, you put a bard-shell turtle in the hired girl's bed, you tied a Btrange dog to Mr. Jaoobsen's door bell, and painted red and green stripes on the legs of old Mrs. PoJa-by's PoJa-by's while pony, and hung your sister's biiBtle out in the front window. Now what am I to do, what can I do, to you for such conduct?" "Are all the counties heard from?" asked the candidate. The father replied sternly, "No trifling, sir; no, I have yet . several reports to receive from others of the neighbors." "Then," replied the boy, "you will not be justified in proceeding to extreme measures until liie official count is in." Shortly alterwards the election was thrown into the house, aud before halt the votes were canvassed it was evident from the peculiar iutonation of the applause that ihe boy was badly bealeu. Burliugluu Uaickcye. |