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Show I Man With the Conundrum. Tho man with tlio disconcerted whiskers and the undecided cars slid Into the olllco nnd tiptoed npalogotlcal-ly npalogotlcal-ly to the desk of tho pale hireling with the Indlscrlmlnnto typewriter. "Pardon me for Interrupting you," he said, rubbing his hands togotbor. "I know you nre a busy man, especially k-w at this time of dny. Hut as I was BPl3t imBSlng tho olllco n rathor clover llttlo vS" thought camo to me, and I nt onco fm decided to mention It to you, know- 'M Ing that you could work it up In your iff own stylo much better than 1 could do 9 It In mine. Of course, I never wrote j n lino In my life, nnd your Held of effort Is entirely alien to mino, but I bollcvo in lending a helping hand whenever I can, for wo novor know what llttlo word or action of ours may lighten the load of a follow human, do wo?" "Wo do not," agreed tho palo hireling. hire-ling. "My idea, briefly sketched, was this: What Is the similarity between tho Turko-Italtan war and a baby reaching reach-ing for the block representing tho twenty-second letter of the alphabet?" "One," said the pale hireling, In tense .tones, "Is over Tripoli, the other is after W." "No, no!" gleefully "exclaimed tho caller. "Doth need blockade" And the wan moon hung like a wraith over tho serrated mountain tops, while adown tho bosom of the -valley tho night winds walled Hk'o lost souls. |