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Show Scotch Thrift. Donald MacTavish lay a-dying. He had been all day about it, and his wife, who had watched with patient expectancy since early morn, began to feel the call of her neglected household house-hold duties. "Aweel, Don," she said, ns she moved the light to the table by his bed. "I mus' gang along to the kitchen kitch-en the uoo. Ye'U no be takirr1 yer departure de-parture afore I come back. But if ye should, ye'U not forget to blow out the candle afore ye dee, will ye?" Pictorial Review. |