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Show Cursed, Too Loud. District Attorney Join C. Bell has recently returned from the South, and looks. aa brown and healthy ns.he did in his palmiest days as a college athlete. ath-lete. Wherever he goes, Mr. Bell always al-ways collects a budget of good stories and he Is a master of the art of telling them. Here Is one of the new ones which he brought from tho South and which has amused the District Attorney and Ids friends greatly. An old white-headed negro named Moses was one day walking along- tha road, when he -saw young Sam sitting on tho fence grumbling to himself and looking very sullen. "Wahs de mattah wld you, Sam?" asked .the old darkey. "Whah foh all dlB yere 'blackness.?" "Oh, it's alL dat Mars Fairfax," was the reply. "Ah can't get along wld him nohow. Ah ' guess I'm gwlne to leab him. He cusses mc and beats me all de time." "Look a-hyuh, Sam, why doan yuh 'ccrt.yuh 'dependence once in a wile'-Dat!s wile'-Dat!s .dc.w.ay ter do. W.en Mars Fair-fax Fair-fax cusses yuh, yuh cuss him back.". A few days later, old Moses came alonir the road once more, nnd saw young Sam sitting on the fenco again this time with his faco all disfigured as if he had been in a fight and "bruised up" generally. "What's de trubble now?" uskd th old man. '"Pears llko you done gon and run inter one of dem steam engines. en-gines. "It's all yuh fault, Uncle Mose. All done taken yuh advice. Ah went out In de liel' de udder day nnd Mars Fair-' fax he come along and he cussed me Den Ah ups and Ah cusses him back" 'For de lan's sales, man," said old Mose, rolling his eyes, "yuh didn't let pWaPr md yuh'-"-piladeI- |