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Show A rrnctlrnl lnxile. H There Is still 'something for the tins- jfl band nnd father to do aboard the fain- fl lly ship. Mr. Glldlnghcrry, who fig- fl urcs In n dialogue In Judge, under- fl stood his duty. fl "Yes, sir," .Mr. Glldlnghcrry said 'fl proudly to the newcomer in town, "I fl guess I've got one of tho Intellectual- fl est families In these ports always fl taking up with something that calls fl for the exercise of tho meutnl powers fl to the utmost " fl "Is that so?" politely murmured the fl newcomer. fl "Yes. Now, there's mother. She's I upstairs this morning with a set o' fl newspaper puzzle-pictures. If she fl solves 'cm, nnd writes a good serial fl story to go along with 'em, she gets H two dollars. And my daughter Lizzie H is covering the dlnln'-room floor with fl sheets o' paper thot she's been fig- fl tiring ou, trying to find out how old fl Ann Is. fl "Henry, he's trying to cut down the fl time-record on tho plgs-In-clover puz- fl zlc. And Jim that's .11 in over by the fl fence he's studying n new wny to H work the fifteen puzzle. He's worked fl on It for three years now, and thinks t fl he's pretty near got it." "Rut you," Inquired tho now citizen, jfl "what problem are you devoted to?" H "Who me? My problem?" repeated jfl Mr. Glldlngberry. "Oh, I work out the jfl problem of keeping tho family to- jfl gcthcr." .(I flj |