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Show Right of Way. As a train from Washington recently recent-ly slowed up before the station at a small town in Virginia tho mall bag was thrown to a darky lad of perhaps 12 years, who at once started off at a brisk trot to tho post office Ho had not gono moro than ten yards beforo a largo negro boy ran into him, almost al-most knocking tho youthful messenger off his feet. "Look heah, nlggahl" exclaimed tho messenger, with a glance of Indignation, "Youso tryln' to git in Jail, ain't you? Youso Inter-ferin' Inter-ferin' wld do United Statos raatl, nig-gnh. nig-gnh. When yo' jars mo yo' Jars do government of do United Statesl"--Harpor's Weekly. |