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Show tons ! No longer a frame for warm flesh and blood. They hung with feet dangling. I shuddered and ran my fingers round my collar at the thought of a gibbet and ail Its horrors. hor-rors. Just then a door banged and a woman came hurrying down the garden, gar-den, unpegged the two stockings hanging on the line and took them In. Passing Show, Iondon. Thought He Had Vision of the "Good Old Days" There is an old-fashioned Inn In the little village of Walmingham that attracted my attention one day when I was out for a country ramble. ram-ble. It still has an atmosphere of stirring times In the past. A highwayman's high-wayman's haunt, no doubt. Swords used in the good old days still hang over the mantelpiece of the huge chimney piece in the center of the heavily-beamed room, and the innkeeper himself can recount many tales of duels and robberies. At the end of the garden I noticed two limp objects hanging, swayed to and fro by the wind lifeless ckele- |