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Show Priceless Praise. A tug, which hail suffered badly from it collision with the wharf, had undergone under-gone extensive repairs. After these had been executed tho owner of the vessel culled to pay the account, and Incidentally to express his satisfaction with tho wny tho job had been done. "Just a moment !" said the manager of the ship-building yard, smiling. "If you don't mind, I'd llko to call In tho foreman In charge of the Job and let him hear what you say." A few minutes later a burly son of Krln stood In the oiltco ami listened respectfully to the praise. As he turned to go away again the foreman spoke to the manager. "Sure, sor," said he, "Is this honorable honor-able Dilution, or does It carry a prolzo?" |