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Show Disputing About the Fruit Supply- "What did you do with the other pearP" inquired a stout old man, with a month like a lemon squeezer, of the man who occupied oc-cupied the next chair in a go-as-you-please restaurant in Nassau street. "What pear?" asked the other in surprise, sur-prise, suspending operations on th f' jd doughnut. "I came in here with three E. rtlett pears," declared the old man emphatically. "I put them on this chair under my hat while I procured some food, and I return to find two pears instead of three." "I haven't seen your pear," answered the doughnut eater indignantly. "I think you have." "I tell you I have not." "Your general appearance, young man, leads me to belfjeve that you are fond ol pears." f "What of that?" "Simply that you couldn't resist the temptation, and so you ' took ray other pear. Please give it back." "And I tell you," said the alleged thief, now thoroughly angry and as red as one of his doughnuts, "I have not taken your pear. 1 don't like pears. I hadn't even seen your pear, and if you dare accuse me again of stealing your fruit I'll make you sorry enough." An awkward amount of attention by this timo was being drawn to the dispute, and the owner of the lost pear bottled his indignation and sat down to the coffee and sandwiches in silence. He was beginning on his second sandwich when he Btopped suddenly and loaned over to his neighbor. "Excuse me." "What?" "It's all right." "What?" "The pear." "How?" "I ate it down in Spruce street. Have a pear?" New York Tribune. |