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Show LIQHT DAWNED AT LAST. Then Pharmacist Qot Clew to Identity of Patient. Tho lato A. J. Cassatt ata dinner at tho Philadelphia Country club was onco asked his opinion of the new fashion of women riding horseback astride. "I don't altogether favor this fash-Ion," fash-Ion," said Mr. Cassatt, smiling. "I think It leads to confusion. I was driving onoi afternoon on tho Lancaster Lancas-ter plko when a rider was thrown violently vio-lently from a spirited bay horso. Luckily Luck-ily tho accident happened In front of a pharmacy. Tho pharmacist ran forth with his clerk. Ho propped up the head of tho unconscious rider and seeing a gold clgarotto case lying In tho road ho took It up and read tho address, "P. 8. Hrowne, 1817 Walnut street.' " 'Jack, tho pharmacist shouted to his errand Jioy, 'tolcphnno to Mrs. Iliownc, ffcl7 Walnut, that her husband hus-band Iibb ' Hut Just then a tiny gold hand mirror with a powder puff attachment at-tachment fell from tho rider's trousers trous-ers pocket and tho pharmacist called: 'I mean, Jack, fo telephone to .Mr. Hrowno that Mrs. Ilrowne has tall-en" tall-en" "Hut at this point tho clerk, who had been burning a feather under tho rider's rid-er's nose, tickled her lips with It and sho smiled and murmured, 'Jim!' "And" then the pharmacist shouted: Telephono Mr. and Mrs. Hrowne that Miss IJrowno has fallen off her horse.' " |