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Show A MINOR KEY. j NOEODVS BUSINESS. "You may say what you please.'' re marked the man with the crumpled Manama Man-ama hat, "but it is a fact that these lection agencies do' have ways of worming worm-ing the money out of a slow paying debtor. I know they ca.i. for one or f!:-m . ' succeeded once in making me fork ,vr the amount of an unjust debt I had n.id-up n.id-up my mind 1 would never pay. That impressed me so strongly that r par H hopelessly outlawed debt in the han.U n( that same collection agency and koi tie. money, less the commission, inside nf . three days." , 7 "But what pressure did th? -,-, vrn bring to bear on you." asked the ma with the baggy trousers, "to make von pay a debt you didn't owe?" "I decline to tell you," stiffly r--j-in. ! th other. WILLING TO CONFORM. The rear seat in the open street ear trai comfortably filled already when t cheerful looking young man with the blond hair squeezed himself down between be-tween two portly consumers of nicotine. "It seems to me," observed one ,,e them, presently, "that when there arn plenty of other seats in the car it's an imposition for a man who isn't smoking smok-ing to crowd in among the smokers." I, "It isn't my fault that I'm not smk-ing," smk-ing," replied the blond young man, with his most engaging smile. "If you ha. another cigar in your pocket I'll he to join you." It was a superb exhibition of gall, but he sot the cigar. FORETHOUGHT. I "Right here." said the surveyor, "will ' . be a good place for your sawmill. T'no f county line will run exactly through thi middle o. it." "Not much," said the pioneer. "We'll i have it all on one side or the other. When a man gets sawed in two I don't want no two coroner's inquests over him." " SPOILED A DKKD OF HEROISM. . "Uncle," said little, Johnny, "tell rni how you charged with your war horse up i the San. Juan hill at the head of your troops."' "Well." said the battle scarred vetema. "I mounted the fiery animal, drew my sword from its scabbard, rose in my stirrups, stir-rups, cried 'Forward: and sank the spurs deep in the quivering flanks of my gallant gal-lant steed." "Yes:" exclaimed the boy, breathlessly. "Go on, uncle. Tell me the rest of it." f "There isn't any more to tell. Johnny." said his uncle, with a pensive sigh. "Tlie horse balked." HAD HIM THERE. "Jack, what are you going to be in the next world?" "A sailor, yer reverence same as I am J now." i "But are we not told there shall be 'no more sea'?" ' "Mebby so, yer reverence; but there'll be a lake." |
