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Show Heating the Cabby. Even if Representative Jason B. Brown does come from a rural district in Indiana, Indi-ana, he has no hayseed in his hair. A few days oro he hired it cab in front of tlio Wxtts house and drove around where he expected to meet a friend. But his friend was not there, and bo he drove back to the hotel around the corner. Th trip occupied jnst mx minutes. "Hovr much?" he asked the cabman. "Seventy-live "Seventy-live cents." "Oh, no," said Mr. Brown, "yon can only charge seventy-five cent an hour." "Its just the same for a portion por-tion of an hour," said cabby. "If that js the. cane," said Mr. Brown, "you can wait here for the balanco of the hour. I will be in the hotel when your hour is up." Then he disappeared through tho doorway. In less than fifteen minutes the cabby capitulated. "Give me twenty-five twenty-five cents and I will go away," he said. lie got his money and departed. Wash- j iugtou Post. |