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Show He Was a-Flghtln. A big, brawny, broad shouldered man was once walking calmly and peacefully on the street. He was walking calmly and peacefully because he was going about his honest business. He was absorbed ab-sorbed in thought, and for a time he was not conscious of the antics of a small dude who was doing some pantomime panto-mime behind him. After awhile he became be-came vaguely aware of another's presence, pres-ence, and felt, or imagined that he felt, a rap on his shoulder and a tug at his coat tail. Turning about he saw the little lit-tle man, who for some minutee had been exerting all the power of his flaccid muscles mus-cles in an effort to" produce death or great bodily barm upon the stalwart form of the serene pedestrian. "What in thunder are yon doing?" asked the big man. "What am I doing?" repeated the little fellow furiously; "ding it, I'm a-fightin' that's what I'm a-dom'." Nashville American. |