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Show .- ' "OH, FATHERI PLEASE DON'T SHOOT." The l-rettr t'likle lu Which a Truant Third South street ! rl .o Hrelf. "Oh, father, don't sh.iot! It's I, your loving daughter, Julia." "Hurry up, Jim, and bring mo the shot gnu. I've got a burglar in my trap at last and I'll blow his whole head olT." "Oh, father: please don't shoot. It's I Julia; your own loving daughter, Julia," and tho night air was lilled w ith the sobs and cues of an lis-year-idd daughter of a Third South btrect resident. Just at the present writing the only daughter tif a family of well to-do residents resi-dents of Third South street is reciting to her intimate acquaintances and friends a new and revised version of that old aud well-woru refrain, "Listen to my tale of w oe." As is usually the case with buxom, comely maideus, the young lady iu question was the recipient of the attention atten-tion of numerous wooers. As is also usual, Julia preferred to keep company w ith a young man to whom her parents objected. Monday night when she wanted to go to tho lake with her William Wil-liam an objection was filed by her parents. pa-rents. Rut where there's a Will there's i way to go to tho lake with him, in pite of parental objection. So when the clock was thumping out the hour of 8 o'clock Julia disappeared into the cellar ami reappeared outside the house through an open window leading to the cellar. It was so pleasant floating around in the cool, placid waters, listening to the rippling waves splash, splash upon the beach that tho hours slipped aw ay up toward 11 o'clock before Julia thought of her parental roof. Hut her heart tas stout and luave. She knew she could get into the cellar through the j w indow and thence skip into her chamber. cham-ber. Hut as she noiselessly slipped through the window and let hei.-elt upon the ground t here was a click a nd a snap then a shrill scream. There was a sound of hurryinsr l"et aiiove aad then her Miller's voice shouted: "Hurry up, Jim. and bring me. the B'.iutgun; Ft e got a burglar in my trap sit last aud 1 il blow his whole head oil." "Oh , father, pleas ' don't shoot; it's I Julia; your owo loving daughter J u! u." Lights were procured and the "old genii Tiian" eautio. -ly climbed down tin; cellar steps. The sight that met his gaze almost liile l his heart with sorrow . With a grip of steel a trap clung to the ankle of his daughter whose tear-stained tear-stained lace wore a frightened look of agony. Hastily releasing her and applying ap-plying liniment und plasters to the wounded and crushed ankle Julia was put to bed, where bho remained until toil ay. Of course the trap was "set" for Julia by her parents, but of that fact she is intensely ignorant. When she mentions thu affair it is in a whisper aud she says with a convulsive shudder: "Just think, if papa had shot at me w ith that horrid gun where would I be now? ' |