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Show f.arj:o KiidusIi. ' A foot-traveler through one of the hilly regions of Ireland came one day upon a curious liMlc cabin, so small ni) to seem hardly largo enough for a human habitation. While sbe. was wliimsically considering is to whether it might not be the abode of the famous "good people," about whom so many i lovltig superstitious cling, the tlgure 1 of a short, stout pld roan emerged from 1 the cabin, and stood confronting her ( in smiling Hileuce. After salutations bad been exchanged, the. tnivelerlnugh-ingly tnivelerlnugh-ingly told the old man that she hud half fancied bis dwelling the home of fairies. "No, indade, ma'am, but it's a good warm place, (!otl bless it," replied re-plied the old man. "Hut surely you cannot stand up in it?" said the traveler, trav-eler, curiously. "An' fwhat mule to shtnntl, ma'am?" returned the owner of the tiny house. "Shure, an' Oi can eoino outside to do that siame, an' whin Oi'in insoide, it's mesllf that can either go to bed or sit down, ma'am!" Thern as Micu warmth in the smile with which tlji.- cheerful phdorophy was I propounded tlr.it the vaveler was noi disposed io pick .law i in it, and smiled acceptance of Its truth, Youth's Coin- jMiiOll |