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Show Fatal Course. A matron who was visiting her former for-mer home city, and was under full headway with the seemingly endless string of questions usual in such a case. "And your sister's daughter Violet?" she asked. "Violet is' married," the friend replied. re-plied. "Indeed! My! How time does fly. Happily married, I trust?" "Oh, dear, no! My sister always humored hu-mored her, you know," was the response, re-sponse, "and the poor child was permitted per-mitted to marry the man she was in love with!" Sunday Magazine of the Cleveland Leader. . |