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Show HONORS WERE WITH FARMER Mail Carrier Must Have Realized That He Picked Out Wrong Man to Have Fun With. The new mail carrier on the rural free delivery route glanced at the name on the letter box by the roadside, road-side, stopped his horse, and spoke to the roughly attired farmer with the old slouch hat, who was resting his sun-browned arms on the gate and looking at him. "I see," he said, "your name is Holmes." "Yes." "Beverly G.?" "Yes, I'm the man that lives here." "Any relation of Sherlock Holmes?" gravely asked the carrier. "No, sir," answered the farmer, "but I'm detective enough to know that you're not a very good judge of human hu-man nature. You took me for an ignoramus igno-ramus because I've got my old working work-ing duds on. I'm Sherlock Holmes enough to look at a man's face and eyes before I size him up as a Some mail for me? Thanks." Youth's Companion. |