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Show The Retort Courteous. Tho pleasant-faced young man stood In an aisle or the book department depart-ment of one of the big stores. In his hand ho held a volume which he had some tlmo previously taken from the couuter devoted to the display of the lntest fiction. It mnst be confessed that the young man wns devoting most of his attention to an exceedingly exceeding-ly pretty, blonde clerk, who stood by his side. Tho pair were, in fact, so merry that they did not observe the approach of a haughty woman of middle-nge who would probably hnve tipped the scales at 250 pounds, and who wished to pass them, an operation opera-tion which, though simple for parsons of average size, was rendered dim-cult, dim-cult, If not Impossible, by her extreme ex-treme plumpness. Tho new-comer paused a moment, but the merry pnlr, oblivious of her presence, kept on chatting gayly. "Can I pa.ss you?" alio demanded nt length In tones of thunder, surveying the offending couple with a glance truly Gorgonlnn. Tho young mnn turned, survoyed tho speaker, noted her distended nostrils nos-trils nnd wrathful eyes, likewiso her ovorplump figure. "ncaJJv, i don't know." he said, raising his hat politely. "I hope so, I'm sure." Now, If looks could kill ! Now York Times. . 1 |