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Show A Sliver Lining. Last summer I stayed overnight at a hotel In a town so small that the town marshal keeps the postofflce, department de-partment store, undertaking establishment, establish-ment, flour and feed and furniture emporium em-porium all under one roof, and that roof Is only two stories high. I was sitting on the hote porch waiting till the village hack met the ten o'clock train (then it could take me to the next town), when my landlady came running out on 'the porch In great excitement, ex-citement, waving a silver dime. 'What do you think, mister,' she said, fanning fan-ning her red face with her apron; that chicken I'm goin' to fry for your lunch basket only cost me 11 cents. I paid 21 cents for it, and when I chopped Its head off with the hatchet, this dime flew out of its craw.' How's that for the plot for a rural play?" Exchange. |