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Show Better Than the Genuine. The plutocratic father finds his daughter in tears. "How now?" he asks. "Are you not happy with the noble count to whom you were married with great eclat and at much expense?" "Oh, papa!" weeps the beauteous heiress, flinging herself into his arms and breaking two. cigars and the crystal crys-tal of his watch. "Oh. papa! It ia terrible! I discover that he is a bogus count!" "There, there." soothes the father, with a smile of relief. "That's all right. It won't cost near so much to keep him and, besides, he will not be above suing K work." |
