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Show No One to Take Dog's Place. A traveler was once passing on horseback through a backwoods region re-gion where tho Inhabitants were notoriously no-toriously shiftless. Arriving at a dilapidated dilap-idated shanty at the noon hour, he Inquired what were tho prospects for getting dinner. Tho head of tho family, who had been absorbed In "resting" on a log In front of his dwelling, replied that ho "guessed ma'd hev suthln onto the table putty soon." Thus encouraged, tho traveler dismounted. dis-mounted. But to his chagrin, ho found tho food to be such that ho could not forco himself to partako of It. Making such excuses as he could for lack of appetite, ho happily bo-thought bo-thought himself of a kind of nourishment nourish-ment that he might venturo to tako there. Ho asked for so'.no milk. "Wo don't hev milk any more," drawled tho head of tho house. "Tho Jog's dead died week atoro last." "Tho dog!" cried tho traveler. "But vhat has that got to do with it?" "Well," explained tho host meditatively, medi-tatively, "tho critters don't seem ter know 'nough ter c'm up tor bo milked thclrselves. The dog ho used tor go 'n fetch 'em up." Youth's Companion. |