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Show In Our Town Sid Barnes had a mighty mean trick played on him yesterday by a low down genus hobo with a penchant pench-ant for cussedncss. Sid was Just getting get-ting ready to go down to tho livery stable and play Hod Stivers a gamo of checkers for the cigars, when Slda wife nappenod to remember that Bhe bad not cloaned house yet this spring and she began to drag things oat en the porch. The first thing Sid know she bad him standing beside the parlor carpet car-pet with th,e beating stick in his hand. Sid was mad. He didn't want to holp clean houso; he wanted to wol-lup wol-lup Hod nnd get a frco smoke but Mrs. Barnes kopt her oyo on him and ho set to. It was a warm day, and Sid got nil ato up almost Immediately. Just as he stopped to take his best coat off, which was some hlndranco tho hobo came slouching around tho corner and said: Good morning sir, I will beat It for my breakfast. Sld gasped and then ho thought of the checker gamo. I will go and ask Mrs. Barnes, he said, after a moment's hesitation. I guess maybe it will bo allrlght. So Sld laid his coat down on tho grass and went In to seo his wifo. There's a poor hungry man out there, he says, who has not had nothing no-thing to eat for a week. Can you give him a bite? Wall, to make a long story short, 814 aaosaa ont of Ua house to call him ta breakfast, but tha man was gone. Sa ww Bid's eoat. Pinned In the middle of tha. parlor carpet as It dangled aa tha Una was these words: I bant it! -He had. stoma men are too mean toe lira. |