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Show A Kick on the Gas. Detroit Tribune. They sat with bowed heads about the table while the minister invoked the divine blessing. bless-ing. "More light, O Lord," arose the prayer, "send more light to guide our halting; footsteps." foot-steps." The small boy at the foot of the table moved uneasily. "Amen." It was the mother of the household who made fervent response to the preacher's petition. pe-tition. -. "Ma, do " She managed to subdue the small boy until un-til grace had been eaid. "What is it, Willie?" She spoke with excessive indulgence as mothers are wont to do in the presence of company. I "Do yoti mean it?" ! "Mean what, my child?" "That you want more light." The minister beamed cordially upon the youthful face. It pleased him to note signs of a religious awakening in the boyish mind. "Certainlj", my dear," the mother declared. de-clared. "We all need more light," the man of God smilingly insisted. The lad pondered for u moment. "Well," he observed at last, positively, "all I can say is you had better look out." "Why, Willie?" "It'll go hard with you if you get more light, 'cause pa said if the gas bill got any bigger somebody would get scalped." For several moments afterward conversation conversa-tion flagged. |