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Show ; I3f EZ8 7SUCX VOW. i "What are you laughing at. you colored col-ored rascal r' The valet lifted a grinning face to that of the Hon. Carter Lea, brother 'of Gen. Robert Edward Lee. who was entertaining enter-taining a party of friends by enumer atlna- th charms of a fascinating young widow. He had been brushing his master's mas-ter's broadcloth as he listened to the conversation of his supsrlors. "Ar you laughing at met" with attempt at-tempt at further severity. "New. naw. Mars' Carter! Leastways not 'lastly at you, sun." "Then at whom th lady!" shaking fist at his bodyguard. "Naw, sua. Sut'ny not at ds lady; ahs's all right." ' "Am I not right too 7" walking up and down th room with a confident air. "Am I not In my prlmeT" Tea, Mars Carter, you sut'ny Is la yo prime d fines lookln' gemmaa la ds Ian'." Then what?" "WeU, sun. X was Jes thin kin' dat yo' is In yo prim now yo' bes prime but wharll yo be, marster, when she gits la hernr- |