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Show NOT MADE UP. Pushing her way through the crowd on the ferryboat to the decrepit de-crepit rig, the. middle-aged .woman sized up the emaciated animal from every point of view, and then, turning turn-ing to the owner, who had clambered out of the wagon and propped himself him-self against the engine room, said, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself your-self for driving a poor horse like that; it should be at home and in the stable." "What is the matter with her, lady?" was the easy response of the owner, who didn't seem a whole lot perturbed. "What is the matter with her?" demanded the S. P. C. A. lady with increasing warmth of tone. "Can't you see how skinny she is? She looks starved." "The hoss is all right, lady," calmly rejoined the expressman, ex-pressman, as a sweet smile floated through his scant crop of whiskers. "You see, she got up so late this mornln' that she didn't hev time to put on her rats, pads an' extenders, or she would hev been as purty an' plump as ther next one."-r-Argonaut. |