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Show ( If Place for the Laurel Tho two laurel wreaths sat nwlnging Idly by tho roadsldo that led to tho houso of fame. "It Is Inevitable," said tho first Icu-rol Icu-rol wroath, "that In tho courno of timo wo shall both of us rost upon the brow of tho most deserving." "Too truo," said tho second laurel wroath. "And I can not help but wonder won-der who thoy will be. Iloro comes a modern poet. Brother, do you fool an lmpulso to spring upon hla brow?" "No, I can not say that I do. Ills hair Is of tho usual poetical length, he has tho poet's rapt look, yet ho Is not tho real thing. I shall let him paw." "WoH, then, here comes a magnate. Surely he Is deserving of our consld-idcratlon. consld-idcratlon. His nnmo Is a household word. A list of his public benefactions benefac-tions would All a long column. What youT Shall wo not give him a trial T" "Novert To-morrow he will bo forgotten. for-gotten. Bostdos, ho Is not ontltlod to consideration. Ho Is In reality only a high-class robber." "Well, thon, hero conies a modern authoress. Thousands upon thousands thou-sands havo eagerly waited to road her text book. Seo her confident air. Sho has no claim upon us?" Tho first laurel wreath rustlod In Indignation and replied: "How can yom Sho Is hero for a day nnd gono to-morrow. We aro not for her." "But surely wo havo a mission. Surely thcro must be some one " Tho first laurel wreath uttered an exclamation. 'Seo!' he cried. "They come! They como at last, thoso whom wo havo boon expecting. Brother, proi.aro yourself. In a moment now, wo shall bo reposing upon tho twin brows of thoso whoso famo shall Indeed In-deed bo lasting." Tho second laurel wreath trembled with anticipatory excitement. "Who are they?" he exclaimed. "Don't jou seo? They nro the two best advertisement writers ot tho present pres-ent day I "Tom Mcsoson in tho Reader. |