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Show Bitter Pill. t The night was pitchy dark; and Robinson seemed to have been, ''driving ''driv-ing bis car round and round In .circles for some hours and hours. He hadn't the foggloBt notion where he w.a.s; in fact, had lost bis way completely. The hour was midnight, and nqwjhad Just begun to rain. t"n& ' Robinson felt very blttertowayd the, world. At length he came upoBfwhat appeared to be a jlgnpost; though what was written on It, try as he would, he could not see. He shook the post, and sore at It But that helped him not at all. t So, taking off his shoes, ho fumbled In his pockets and eventually brought out a box of matches. Luckily 1't'con-talned 1't'con-talned a match Just ono match aafl no more. Slowly and with much labor, Robin-Bon Robin-Bon proceeded to climb tho post! and at tho top, anxiously and carefully, he struck the match. ' ' What he said then cannot be printed. print-ed. The flickering glare of the Batch ahowed those three words: " Try Tinker's Tablets." |
