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Show NOT LOOKING FOR ADVICE. "Phln" Had His Own Reasons for Most Peculiar Action. Somo years ago there lived In the village of Vienna, Me., a man by the namo ot Phlnens Jones, commonly known at "Phln." Among other faults, "Phln" had an uhfortunato lovo for something more fiery than soda water. On ono occasion ho had driven to Augusta, nbout 20, miles distant, and during his day in town had Imbibed moro than wns good cither for his equanimity or his clearness ot brain. Ileturnlng at nightfall to tho Uvcry stable where he had put up his outfit, ho undertook to harness his own horse, to tho delight of tho stable boys. lie managed to get the harness on, after much tr ' hie, but when he undertook un-dertook to pi i tho horso between tho thills, he led her In with her astonished aston-ished face toward the dasher. Ono of tho stablo boys, convulsed with laughter, laugh-ter, called out: "Here, Thin,' hndn't you better turn your horse 'round?" "Phln," In no mood to brook Interference, Inter-ference, faced the boy with maudlin dignity, nnd, steadying himself against tho wagon-wheel, replied, solemnly: "Young man (hlc), p'raps you don't know (hlc) which way I'm goln'l" |