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Show In the Suburbs. ' "Is Mrs. (Jlllet a well Informed worn-' worn-' en?" J "Well, she's on a party wire." Life. The Heirloom. A Ilftsburg drummer In a small town dropped Into a place to get a bite lo cat. The place looked familiar, but he didn't know the proprietor. "Iken running this place long?" Inquired In-quired the drummer. "No; I Just Inherited it from my fa-j ; ther." "Ah, y. I knew him. I recognize this old ilin'ie sandwich on the counter." coun-ter." Twas a Pretty Thing. The young man produced a small, square box from bis pocket. ") buve a present for you," he began. "I 'xm't know whether II will fit your finger or not, but" "Oh, Oeorge!" she broke In, "this Is so sudden! Why, I never dreamed " liut Just then Oeorge produced the gift a silver thimble end It got suddenly sud-denly cooler In the room. Indies' Home Journal. Her Fc'lng Passion. The woman who bad chased dust and dirt all ber life finally reached St. I'e'er. "Come in. you poor, tired woman," he said, and held the git., ajar. Hut the woman heMtatcd. "Tell me first," she said, "bow often rou dean bouse?" The saint sm!ed. "You can't shake off the ruling passion, pas-sion, can you?" he said. "Oh, well, a'ep Inside and they'll give you a broom snd dustpan IiiHiead of a burp." Cleveland Plain le;iler. |