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Show WANTED PAUL TO TELL HIM Anxious About the State of His Ancient Correspondence. A man of the north side saw a masculine mas-culine member of the human race tumble tum-ble down on the sidewalk the other evening, hopelessly intoxicated. Disgusted Dis-gusted at the sight, he was about to pass on unheedful of his neighbor's misfortune when the story of the good Samaritan flashed across his mind and he resolved for once to be charitably helpful. He accosted the fallen one and assisted him to his unsteady feet, and after much persistent Interviewing Interview-ing sucoeded in ascertaining the number num-ber of his home. Thither ho piloted his swaying companion, and was rewarded re-warded on the doorstep by a volley of thanks and a most importunate invitation invi-tation to enter and take a drink. "No," responded the modern Samaritan emphatically, em-phatically, "I won't go in and take a drink, and you'd better follow my example ex-ample and get to bed as quickly as you can." "All right, guess I will," muttered the tipsy host, drowsily. "But tell me your name, anyway. I want to know the name of the man who brought me to my door." As his eloquence elo-quence and voice were waxing in strength the Samaritan thought is wisdom to comply in some way with his associate's desires, and at the same time had no intention to reveal his own identity. "Paul is my name,", fie answered at last in compromise, turning turn-ing to go down the steps. "Come here, Paul," eagerly called the other man at once. "Come back and answer the question I've had it in my mind to ask you for years. Paul," he continued contin-ued Impressively, "did you ever get an answer to your letters to the Ephe-slans?" |