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Show Rest in Blllvllle. "Bill," said tho man In tho ox cart to tho BlUvlllo postmaster, "ain't you goln' to open tho ofllco to-day?" "No, I ain't; what do you tako mo fcr?" '!Tho postmaster." "No, you don't. You tnko mo fer ono o' these perpetual motion machines that kin run tho government for you six dnyH out tho weok, an no rest on Sunday that's what you take mo fcr!" "Bill." said tho other, "I've como flvo miles and hotter to git my mall!" "Well, of I open up for you all tho res' 'II want thclr'n, nn' I've done notified noti-fied the posttnastor glnrul that It's my week off; 'sides that, thar nln't no mall for you 'copt a lottor from a lumber man sayln' that if you don't pay up he'll suo, an' another from your wlfo tollln' you to sond hor monoy to come homo. So go 'long an' enjoy yer honeymoon." Atlanta Constitution. |