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Show Bound to Fight,- Anyhow. Early last year, says a contributor to an English weekly, a grocer in a Scottish village decided that either ho or his assistant must enlist. As he was single and his mother and sisters were well provided for from their interest in-terest in the shop, he thought it was his duty to go. Mackay, the assistant, agreed promptly, and presently found himself in command of the business. But a few months later the master was dumfounded to meet his late assistant, as-sistant, attired in khaki, "somewhere in France." 'Hi, mon," he said angrily, "what are ye doin' here? Did I no tell ye tae stay ; at hame in chairge o' ma shop?" "So I thocht at the time, maister," i replied Mackay, "bit I sune fun' oot It wisna only the shop I was in chairge , o', but a' yer womanfolk. 'Man,' says I tae maself, 'gin ye've got to fecht, gang and fecht someone ye can hit!' So I jined." Youth's Companion. |