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Show Place for the Laurel j Tho two laurel wreaths sat swinging idly by tho roadsldo that led to tho houso of famo. "It Is Inevitable" said tho first laurel lau-rel wreath, "that In the course of time wo shall both ot us rest upon tho brow of tho most deserving." "Too true," said tho second laurel wreath. "And I can nut holp but wonder won-der who thoy will bo. Hero comes a modern poot. Brother, do you fool an Impulse to spring upon his brow?" I "No, I can not say that I do. His hair is of tho usual pootical length, ho has tho poet's rapt look, yet ho Is not tho real thing. I shall let him pass." "Well, thon, here comes a magnate. Surely ho Is deserving of our consld-slderation. consld-slderation. His namo is a household word. A list of his public bonefne-tlons bonefne-tlons would fill a long column. What say you? Shall wo not givo him a trial?" "Nover t To-morrow ho will bo forgotten. for-gotten. Besides, he Is not entitled to consideration. Ho Is in reality only a I high-class robber." "Well, thon, hero comes a modern authoress, 'Thousands upon thousands thou-sands havo eagerly waited to read her noxt book, Seo her confident air. Sho has no claim upon us?" The first laurel wreath rustled In Indignation and replied: "How can you? . Sho Ic Lero for a day and gono to-morrow. Wo nro not for her." "But surely wo havo a mission. Surely thero must bo some ono " Tho first laurel wreath uttcrod an exclamation. "Soo!' ho cried. "They como! They come at last, thoso whom ,wo havo been expecting. Brother, propnro yourself. In a moment now, wo shnll bo reposing upon the twin brows of thoso whoso famo shall Indeed In-deed bo lasting." Tho socond laurel wreath tromblod with anticipatory excitement. "Who are they?" he exclaimed, "Dr-n't you seo? Thoy nro tho two best advortlsoment writers or tho pres-ont pres-ont day!" Tou Mfiseson in tho Header. |