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Show The Colonel's Lameness Grew. (London Tit-Bit?.) In a certain skirmish a colonel (general (gen-eral he came to call himself) got a slight scratch on his leg. The wound was a matter mat-ter of great glory to him. and he nursed It through after days, growing lamer with every year, that the memory of his bray- . ery might be- ever near him. - One day, late in his life, as he sat nursing nurs-ing his leg and pondering the glorious past, a young man. visiting the family for the first time, approached and. sympathetically sym-pathetically remarked: "Lamer general?" ."' - "Yes. sir," after a pause, and with inexpressible in-expressible solemnity, "I am lame." "Been riding. s4j-?" "No," with rebuking sternness, VI have not bee a riding. ; "Ah! Slipped on the ice. general?' "No, sir," with actual ferocity. , ' "Perh-ips, ' then", you have sprained yoiir ankle, sir?" . . - - 1 With a painful slowness the old man lifted his pet leg in both hands, set, it carefully, on the floor, rose -slowly from his chair, and. looking down upon the unfortunate youth with mingled pity and wrath, .burst forth in the sublimity of rage: -vy "Go read the history .'of your country, you puppy:" |