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Show Was Holding His Own. A wealthy man, revisiting his natlvo village, was tolling his old cronies around tho storo stovo how ho had achlovcd his great success. At tho closo of his recital an old village character char-acter that ho had known as a boy entered. en-tered. "How aro you, Tom?" said tho groat man, holding out his hand. "And how liavo you been getting along all theso years?" Tho old follow shifted his quid and spat. "Wa'al," ho said, "when I hit this town moro'n 40 years ago I didn't hnvo. n rod cent, an now wa'al, I guess I'm holdln' my own all right." |