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Show llatla ami lliarr. "Wien I wat In Iondon," tald Col Ccaly, M wat going to dlnntrtne night nnl toll my drlter to get too there rut rpilekly At iwlble At my cArrltge clattererl Along over tho rob Lleitonet of n narrow ttreet wo over look A funeral roceaalon. Imnieillato ly my dilt er got Into a dlrpule with the drlter ft tho heart oter tho right ot oy I ttld my ilrlvrrto Lerpttralght in tho trail and not cut through tho funeral, thott lug my dwp rcllglout In ellnallon, nn I ho iaI 1 ho wonldn t. Ho tal I hod beat tho heartolf It took a year Well tto rattle.1 oib Tho ra"e wat growing Intcrrttlng nnl etcltlng My drlter, I feared, wat grttlng tho wontot It. Preatntly liouever tliey ttopjad to argue tlio matter, and I hear I my man ray to tho chctrful drlter cf Ihohiaraoi "'Here, my man a In a hurry jourt lint '"-ailcago Tribune. |
