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Show Not Us. An old man, rich in this werld's1 goods, who had accumulated ninety-six ninety-six years of age to his credit, went to a fortune teller to see what the future held for him. "Sir," said the soothsayer, as she grasped his palm and looked Into its wrinkled mysteries, "I predict for yon a long life." Then she added ,as he In his exuberance of Joy handed her a yellowback of large denomination, "With plenty of money." Now who would gainsay that each had received the worth of the old man's, money? |