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Show Jte Uiidiistood. Mr. Warner was polishing his two carat aud one sugar beet diamond stud with a piece of chamois skin when a pleasant-faced woman hove up ut tho lmx-ollleo of the Lyceum Theater one afternoon lust week. Mr, Warner laid asldo his chamois nnd Inclined his head nicely. What will It be. madanie?" he inquired with bis soothing, box-olllcu voice. The woman scanned ihu chart displaced dis-placed on tho wb dow Irduc Looking BBBB up she asked: "What are iho prices?" Mr. Warner told her. 'Have you lots of room for Tuosday litght?' She inquired, Mr. Warner glanced nt tbe rnrk behind be-hind the curtain. Thieo llckcis ha.1 been sold out of It, so It ws wbh a flash of truth that ho replldd: "Yes; some " "Then I'll take two tickets," said the worn in. Mr, Wamp-'H left hand reached for tho rack. "And whine would you like .them''"' he naked penal voly. "In the alcove, p "Hse." The treastirerdodged, smiled behind his arm, and slapped down two seals in thu balcony, three rows back lu the alsio. "That was anew one," he rc marked to hlm-elf, as ho took npiho chamois until!. Detroit Free Precs. |
