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Show ITCRMNU OVER A NEW LEAF. BY F.I.ISA ARMHTRON'Oi ' - r The Tlrownsmiths were preparing to retire; the parlor clock had been wound, the window -jarden covered with newspaper and the key to the front door hidden under the mat. "Dear me!" cried Mrs. Krowusmith, "this is New Year's eve.'' "So it is." responded her husband, ; "and 1 haven't told you how 1 intend 1 to begin th-' year." I "True: and 1 haven't given it a thought ' invself. I -my goodness! Look, listen'. There is somebody under the sofa!" "N.m .eii,,'! It's only the cat. I wish vou would cult ivale tl little bravery." " "I will. I'll turn over a new leaf 'tomorrow: 'to-morrow: I know I'm a coward." "You certainly are. And I have decided de-cided to arise early after this; 1 lose the best p-trt of the .lay, as it is." "True; besides, you put back all the housework." "After all, I don't lie abed so very 'ale." "Indeed you do. You've often promised to rise earlier, but yon never "A tul you've often promised to be en-ilile and not be afraid of your : "Afraid of mv shadow! I'm not." ' , "Absurd!" "i;d..-uious:" : Thev both ilounced off to bed wit h- c-ut cv.-u saving good night. ..-:.'- t |