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Show Works. In the meantime another patient bid died In the barricaded home of the "healer." The law thought It was time to Interfere, In-terfere, and sent a policeman. The healer bought to temporize. "You are attacking my faith," he protested, thrusting his head out of an upper wludow. "I know nothing about your faith," replied the policeman, "but I am going go-ing to capture your works." And the peeler presently pinched the healer. Chicago Tribune. Moving Away from It, The decayed old colonel had twice packed his traps and calamities and Indignantly trekked frontierward to escape the encroachments of advancing advanc-ing civilization. To him the old friend: "Well, colonel, Billl trying to keep the wolf from the door?" " Howled the colonel: "Wolf? No, begad! Golf!" Chicago Chi-cago Tribune. MODERN MOTHER COOSE. - V- J w I had a little auto, Twas In the latest style; I lent It to a lady To ride a little while. She bumped It, She Jarred it, fihe rode it In the mire; I wouldn't lend my anto now For twenty ladies' hire! New York World. Convention. T reckons we'd better get up some .agitation on de subjeck?" said Mr. . Brastus Pinkley. "What's de eubjeck?" inquired Mr. Aluminum Thompson. "Dese yere" eclipses. Whenever dar's an eclipse dey tells me all de chickens goes to roos", right in de middle er de day. An' if dat's de case les' hab mo' eclipses. I's tired o' dis waitin roun' till 1 an' 2 o'clock in de mawnin'." Washington Star. Glad of Bis Crime. I Dear me! she said, I wonder what has become of that household Journal. He didn't say a word. There was another recipe in It that I wanted to try. He smiled, for now he was assured that he had done wisely when he burned it up. Bloomington Panta-graph.. Panta-graph.. DolnJT Finelv ' ' "How's yer daughter gettin' along in the high school, Rafferty?" asked Mr. Dolan. "Foine. She kin tell the names It as many as a hundred words ! foive syllables; she knows the manln' iv at laste fifty and a few iv them she kin even BhpeU." Washington Star. EASY PLACE TO V1SI . Stranger What is that large building? build-ing? Bunko Man That's the county JaiL StrangerCan I get in there? Bunko : Man Well, I've always found it easy. Nt t tVouian's Work. Father. Where is your mother, Johnny? : Johnny, she's out in the back yard whittling. Father. Are you sure she Is whittling? whit-tling? , Johnny. Tea, sir; she's trying to "h-arpen a lead pencil. Bloomington - Pintagraph. |