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Show Referred to an Expert. A stylishly dressed woman in a smart-looking brougham narrowly averted running over a messenger boy riding a bicycle. The woman stopped her car and opened the door of the electric to express her sympathy. But the boy was ahead of her, and In a harangue that for emphasis would have made Captain Kldd or any of the old buccaneers green with envy, told her exactly what he thought of the in cident. The woman closed the door hurriedly, hurried-ly, and, turning to her eight-year-old son, who, dressed like Lord Fauntle-roy, Fauntle-roy, sat demurely beside her, said In a Bhocked voice: "I never heard such language In my life." "Oh, that's nothing," the little fellow fel-low told his mother. "You ought to have heard the cook talking to the neighbors about you the other day." |
