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Show In the Wrong Koom. The lady missionary to India sat up In bed, with a 'spiteful Jerk; "You are a man-cater?" she said, .looking the tiger severely In the face. ,"I am," replied the beast, licking his chops with as horrid unction as ho could summon. "Well, I declare to goodness good-ness I" cried the lady missionary. "Whatever led you to suppose there was ' a (man here? tScatl" "But, madam" "Not a word, sir!" Of course, the tiger had meant no disrespect, dis-respect, but Inasmuch as the lady missionary mis-sionary would listen to nothing, and covered up her, head withal, it was only left to htm to slink away. Puck. |