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Show Lost tho Prize. Tho late James Crossiey, a riotofi bibliomaniac, hied him one memorable day to a bookstall in Shudebill market, and spying a little volume took it up and glanced carelessly througn ic After awhile ho asked its price from an old woman and was told it was two and sixpence. "I'll give you sixpence for it," said Crossiey. "Nay," replied the poor old dame, "it cost me 2 shillings " Whereupon our book devourer threw it down in disgnc-t and retired. A gontle man, overhearing the altercation, step ped forward aud purchased it at the sum demanded. Crossiey returned soon after, and noticing the book had goue anxioudy inquired what had become o it "Sold, " answered tho woman, "foi what you refused o give." "Toll me who bought it and I'll give him 10 shillings for it!" said Crossiey eagerly The moral U self evident. Exchange irassfng pu outtir car; Where aiv you goJng, dear? Don't leave mo alout here among strangers. His Wife Nonsense, James! Noth ing will hurt you. I am going into tho smoking car a little while. Read a fashion fash-ion magazine or something till I come back. Chicago ,Tribnne. Mrs. Toogood I don't sco hew ic h that men find so much pleasure in such ft brutal business as prize fighting. Broken Face Bill I dou 't see hov We kin help it, lady. The women h erowdin us men out of all the professions, profes-sions, and they ain't nothin else fer ue ter da That'? the only reason I'm in it, lady. Boxbnrv Mass.) Gazetta |