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Show NOTHING TO DO BUT WAIT Weary Huaband Simply Hopeful, Knowing Well That He Couldn't Do Anything Elae. Kven tho bright aunahine failed to cheer the man in tho motor car. llu aat ell huddled up in hia heavy driv- ' ing coat A friend psed. "Hallo, Johnaon!" he aald. "What'a up? How long have you been here?" "Oh, about four houral" auid tho mo-torlat, mo-torlat, Bilnerably. "WhaCa th trouble tire burst?" The motorist shook hla head. "Engine gone wrong? short of petrol? pe-trol? If so, I can" j "Thanks, old man. Shea running ; One, and the tank s full." j "Then what the dickens la the mat- I ler?" j "Oh, nothing," murmured the motor-at motor-at "I'm only waiting for my wife. ' shea been kissing her alater's new , jaby ever alnce ten In the bouae there, 'erhapa ahe'Il be finished preaently; hen we can go home to dinner. I'm , io hungry!" |