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Show NOT QUITE THE USUAL STORY. Wanderer Had Not Returned to Enrich En-rich Native Town. it was Old Home week, nml the re. turned sons and grandsons had been telling with more or less pride ol the rhanges time hid wrought for I them At last Kdwnrd Jnmeson 1 spoke "I went nw;iy fiom here twenty ear.s neo a poor xoung man with onlj one solitary dollar in m pocket. I walked th four miles from my father's fnr to the station, and there I begsjeil a ride to Boston on n freight ear last night I droe Into tow i, behind a spirited pair of horses, an . tin purse guess how much my purse hohls In money todaj. besides a large check." and Mr. Jameson looked look-ed nlioui him with a brilliant smile. "riftv'dollars!" "Seenl)-lle!" "A hundred!" shouted the boys, filled with admiration 'No" said Mr. Jnmcson, drawing a l.uge. Hut purso from his pocket when the clamor had subsided, "none of ou have guessed rlqlil When I hml paid the twcnty-fle cents to Orzy Hoggs for my icfieshlns drlo In the coach I had, besides my trunk cheek 1 which I retained for financial reasiuisl, exactlj four cents. I hnvo route li ick, in) friends, to stay Any little Jobs of sawing and spllttlns will be gr.iiefullj received " Youth's Comp-in'on |
