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Show TEETH THAT WERE USELESS Puzzle to the Man Who Had Suddenly Sud-denly Sustained tho iLoss ot Them. Harry Loon Wilson, author ot "The Spendors," was domiciled for a summer In Connecticut with a colony of artlnta and writers, nil ot whom had to go Into tho city every day, relates tho Saturday Evening Post. Wilson was doing nothing but loafing. loaf-ing. Ho loured artistically, and from tlmo to tlmo mot and had fun with Eomo of the natives ot tho place Ono day ho found two men In tho rond who sconiod congenial, nnd ho struck up an ncqualntanco with them. Ho proposod a drlvo and thoy got a surroy and two horses. "Can you drive?" asked Wilson. "Sure." ono of his sudden friends replied, re-plied, "i am a flno driver." They got aboard nnd started down tho road, lloforo thoy had gone half a mllo the team was frightened by a passing nutomobllo and ran nwny. Tho driver valiantly steered tho horses Into a tologrnph polo and Wilson nnd his two frlands wero thrown holtor-skcltur holtor-skcltur Into tho road. Wilson slowly gathered himself to- I getho-.'. Ono of his friends was sitting In tho ditch rubbing 'his bruises nnd tho other stood In tho mlddlo of tho road cazlng In tearful misery nt two front teeth which ho held In tho palm of his hand. "Pretty lucky escapo, wasn't It?" nsked Wilson, for want of something bettor to Bay. . "Yes," replied tho man with tho teeth, weeping afresh, "but pleaso, oh, please, tell mo, what shall I do with these?" |
