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Show THE AGEtfrS EKTEKOE. That night I laid awake all night meditating med-itating a dire and awful revenge, and by morning I ha my plans all made. 1 had a piece of thick sheetiron made so that it fitted snug and cozy like to that - part of my anatomy which got kicked, then I secured six ounces of dynamite and fastened it carefully in a oil lined silk bag about six inches square. This I sewed on the inside of the seat of my second best pants, and my machine of vengeance was complete. As I walked up to the door I saw the farmer drop his fork and take a beo line from the hay field to , the house. The same girl answered the ring of the door boll. She seemed very much surprised to see me again, but with a rosy blush on her cheeks and a winsome smile on her lips she again invited me into the parlor. She seated herself on the sofa and with a blush invited me to do the same. I did not dare to sit down, but I bent forward so as to give the farmer a good opportunity oppor-tunity for a square kick seized her band and had just begun to murmur passionately: "I must look upon your supremely beautiful face again, though the sun should fail and the heavens should fall" When well the heavens did not fall, but the farmer's foot did square and fair upon that dynamite bag. Great Scott! who would have thought six ounces of dynamite could create such a rumpus! When I picked myself up out of a straw pile ten rods away, into which 1 had been fortunately thrown, and therefore there-fore not much hurt, I saw the farmer crawling out of a mud puddle in the hog yard some fifteen rods away, and the girl hanging on the wire fence in the backyard. "I bet that farmer don't kick another book agent," I muttered as I cleared out. Burlington Hawkeye. |