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Show Mniilclpnl Thrt::. On the way from one town on Capo Cod to another a contributor to the Boston Transcript camo upon 11 charming charm-ing house by the roadside, which Immediately Im-mediately claimed his attention. It bore a fresh coat of white paint, whlcli was well set off by green blinds. There was a smooth piece of lawn In front, n group of Hue shade trees and hammocks, ham-mocks, piazza chairs, brilliant sofa pillows pil-lows and all the adjuncts of summer comfort In luxurious profusion. "Whose place Is this?" ho demanded of the boy of twelve who accompanied him as guide and adviser In general "That there?" said tho boy.' "Oh, Unit thero's tho poorhouse." "The poorhouse!" the man exclaimed. "You heein to have luxurious paupers lu this town." "Well, you see,"-was the explanation, "we hain't got but one, 'n' she's an old woman, 'n the overseers they board her out with one o' the neighbors 'n' let tho poorhouse to fcomo o' them Boston Bos-ton folks for the suinmor, 'n' thnt pays her kpep." |