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Show 1 N0TH1NQ CRCEN ACOJT HIM A Rural TrtfUf Wh W tpt tht THk. el lit City link Un. It Miuian vldfrl man, i-rtt11y flft lit whlf ken Kroff in t little tuft Ilk.) Uncle SWa, itrnlH.it oqC from the point of liUcliIni liUUncn duMerwat eridently tlie Mine ho Iuk.1 purcliaietl to fittrnd IlieBt-stp fair wf nil joam pga He CAiue out of tho front end of the depot, Kaied aroiiijJ In n Ixowllderrd fiuhlon. up and duwn and Acn tlit ktriTt, and half a down cabmen ruilieJ for him littadlonc "Cnbailrl CftbeBlrl TTitevayr "An j port of the city, Irj nice cabl '"Take you to a good hotel. Air. for A qnirtrr One had hU Riip, tlie othrr tlie tm LrelU and a third had lilm pinioned b the ample fold nf M ilutfr Jrt tlin a well drcMrd man who hod been watching the oecunrtic apiroaelietl, and waring tin cabmen nUo said, "1 her do ) ou want to go, ritV He recoTrrcd hii K"'p, umbrella nnJ breath flrtt, glanced up at the mati, Krlnncd a wrdonlc, rural, rp-uuioJlft prln, an 1 n he (tripped hi lelongli!g and tiackcd olT remarked aareastloalljrt "That'i none of your darned bni new. 011 d like tor know wlwr I cume from, too, wouldnt jref An ef hi folk Ii all well, an how tin crop art f lit-1 be you know MKiieUi'lj down lu otjr town an unt to play oil tuj fnnu when yer wo a boy t 8jwk out, aln t 1 right f A n't my name Hinltli an don t 1 n incrnlr HI nun Johnson an hi boy Dick that run oil to Callfoniyt An don t I recognize you f , 1 gucw I do, an cf you don t git right out u hyar tArnAt quick I II rail tho peril, I wllL 1 know yrr ilMoa. t ant Itrrn In In dlanapoIU fle times fcr itothln ai don't tiku tho papen foot fer tiw crop reports. You git now. quick. "Hut lairuueyou, sir, you nro mlv taken. I don t know you and don t want to I only thought'-- ThoiiRht t d like to cash a cheek, or plat alotury, orbuygrven goods, ihl liar's ycr pnrdnert Ant It ,rvlty near tlnie fer hlni tcr sliow upr 1 tell )on. sir, you nro iultikcn. I am In tho employ of this railway, and Juit thougtit I might sao you soiuo trouble with thooo rabimti. .Now go on, and If you do git buncoM why don't say It wam.1 )or own fault, and the Irate young man ntlrvd up stairs to tho company s otllees. The agrlcnlturUt wlnke.1 tho other eye In a I miration of liHown shrewd lirss, and call lug a cabman, mUd "lonng man, joti tnko ton to thv hull ling; that's whar tho llnlurnnl In wtioent coiupituy K alnt Itt Tltey adverttoe to pay s;I0O In sit months mi (1 a teik put In. nil Upwli, I in lu tcr buy some shans. 'liter Uturu county bouds.1 Chicago Times. |