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Show Came Right In the End. "Molly," said Mr. Gunner, as he came in to supper tho other evening, "I took a little flyer with tho ponies to-day. I put up 10 on a aura thins and loaf," "What!" exploded Mix Gunner, her cheeks blaring. "Do yon moan to etand thero, George Gunner, and tell me that you were Idiot onottgh to throw away your hard-earned money on the raceo?" Tee, dear, but listen! After I loat the 10 I thought I would chance a flre-apot on a 5-to-l snot. I won." "You wont Well, If you really won I auppoae--" "Out just then I got a tip from a friirad and put tho $35 on a dark horse. I loat." "You loat? Oh, Qeorgo, how could you? And I need a bat and aboea. If I had my way I would destroy every track In Use country." "But hold on. Just then I found a lone dollar bill In an Inaidp pocket I put them on a 100-to-l ihot and won hands down. Here'a tha $100, pet" "One hundred dolIaraT Ob, how grand! I always did feel proud to know that I had a real sport for a hue-bftnd."r-Chlcag DaJJy Newe. |