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Show A quiet but sorrowful 'motorist sat one afternoon by the side of a card that was drawn up near the pavement. A man in another car, who had passed the disconsolate one0 that morning, slowed up on coming level with him again and inquired: "How long have you been here?" "Several hours." "Can't you find out what is the matter? mat-ter? Inlet valve al 'right?" The other smiled. "That's all right," ho said. "Trouble with the spark plug." "Think not." "How are the batteries?" "All right." "Got plenty of spirit?" "Yes, plenty." "Your tires look all right. What is wrong?" "Oh, replied the waiting motorist, there's nothing wrong with the car. But ever since 10 o'clock my wife's been in that house. She came to see her sister's first baby." New Haven Chronicle. |