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Show EQUAL 10 THE OCCASION. It was Tuesday. Old Sol had pieki'd his way scycral hours beyond be-yond the zenith and his warm rays were assumi ng their wonted afternoon after-noon erispness. We were passing oneofour district schools, when In! a muMlcd cry of rnge, pain and fear met our startled car. Turning and ! dancing down a nng,narrov alley- wav. our eyes encountered a lively ! scnip between. a pretty school j inarm and one of her reiraeiory I Tom Sawyers. She had him by the ' nap of the neck and i: sqin nle, like a good cue. The plucky little ladv came out first be-t.of conr-e. |