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Show All's Well That Ends Well. Tho little sailboat was becalmed. "Can't you whlstlo and raise tha wind?" ha asked. "I'm afraid to try," she answered. "What aro you afraid of?" ho asked. "I'm afraid you might attempt to kiss mo when I got my lips puckered," puck-ered," she said. "I'll do nothing of tho kind," he promised. "Nothing doing then," she declared. No kiss, mi pucker." Whereupon be withdrew tho rash promise ho had made and although tho boat continued to remain In tho becalmed state they cared not a single care, 1 |