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Show SHE COT HER LETTER- But It W; Clo. Bbs tow Thsms Hearing Something. New York World. When the letter collector whose route takes in the bo at tho bridge entrance got around there yesterday morning he found a girl waiting to say to him: "1 dropped a letter in hare last night addressed to Thomas Ifcivy of Boston. " "Wasn't it stamped?" ' Oh, yes. sir." "Properly directed." "Very properly." "Then what's wrong?" "Well, sir. I suppose I'll have t3 tell you," she blushingly replied. "You see we are engaged." "Yes." "1 got a letter from him whioh made me mad." "I see. And so you est down and wrote him that all was over; you could never no, never be his'n; farewell! In't that the way of it?" ' ' "That's esaotly the way of it." "Hurried up and posted the letter; went home and had a cry; woke up this morning to wish you hadn't given Thomas the bounce?" "That's it." "Well, hero's the letter, and you come over to the postmaster and arrange ar-range matters, and then go ahead aud marry Thomas and bo happy." "I will, sir, and Pin a thousand times obliged to you," sho said, as she wiped the tai s from her big blue eyes and followed fol-lowed alter. |