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Show The Toast. The Eminent Lawyer smiled as the deafening applause greeted the announcement of his name. He was to respond to the time-honored toast, "Woman." For many years he had made it his specialty. He was most eloquent on the subject. He had traced the ladies back to Eve and even had a good word for her. He ran his hand over the top of his head three times, each time smoothing smooth-ing down one of his hairs. "Woman," he said, and turned the small wineglass wine-glass round and round; "woman" he smacked his lips. The gentlemen settled back in their chairs and prepared for poetry. The Eminent Lawyer's face grew almost saintly as he spoke the opening words in a deep, rich and yet withal a tenderly sincere tone: "Woman, God bless her." His voice quivered, his eyes grew dim, his whole being seemed rent with the feeling he put into the words. He alluded to "the hand," "the Cradle," and "the World" ideas. He gave them a little dab of mythological woman, and lingered lovingly on Sapho and other warm-blooded personages. Then, breathing deeply, he reiterated, "Woman, God bless her," and sat down. The Eminent Lawyer's wife was propped up in bed with three pillows. The man of pills was feeling feel-ing her pulse. "Will I recover, doctor?" she asked. The man of pills smiled. "Yes, you'll recover. How did it occur?" "Oh, we had a little tiff and he threw a salt cellar cel-lar at me Dear old boy! he was always partial to salt cellars!" St. Louis Mirror. |