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Show Her Father Was Not Posted. Philadelphia Press. Well, Clara," said that young woman's father, looking into the parlor, where she sat alone, as he was on his way up to bed about 10 o'clock, "w hat's become of that young popinjay, Jones, w ho used to sit around here six or seven nights a week? I haven't seen him for nearly a fortnight." "How can you speak so disrespectfully of him, pa, when he is to be your son-in-law VV "Oh, he is, is ha?'' 'Yc, pa." "Wei!, where is he?' "Oh, he's off on his vacation. He takes a late one, you see." "Oh, just so. Then it's really ccttled about him, is it?" "Yes, pa." "And he v. ill soon be sitting around here again, I suppose "?" "Yes, pa; next week, I hope.' "Hum! Well, he is better than that other popinjay, Robinson, and Emerson, also,who formerly came here." "Please, pa, speak of Mr. Robinson and Mr. Emerson, also, w ith more rccpect." "Why so?" "Because they are my brothers now.' |