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Show HI8 TRIUMPH WAS SWEET. Man Who Was Refused a Stamp Returns Re-turns to Boast of 8uccets. "Do you remember," sold a middle-agod middle-agod man, as be entered a stationery store and was asked what could bo dono for hlra "do you remember of my being In hero about four weeks ago?" "I can't say that I do," was the ro-ply. ro-ply. "Don't you rcmombcr I asked you to glvo mo a postage stamp to put on a letter, and you refused to do so without with-out tho cash?" "Postage stamps cost money." "Yes, I know, but I explained to you that I was In lovo with a widow nnd had written to ask for her band. You said it didn't mako a durncd bit of difference to you who I was writing to nnd you didn't care a copper whether wheth-er I got tho widow or not. You ought to remember that." "Yes. I think I do. Woll, what what Is it to-day? Stilt titer a postago stamp?" "No, sir, I'm not I enme In here to tell you that In splto of your meanness mean-ness tho widow Is mine. When I vent out of hero I found a cent on the sidewalk side-walk and bought a postal card with It, and sho accepted my lovo tbo same an if I had sent a letter," "Thon you aro happy, no doubt7" "I am, sir. Tho widow Is vorth 'loven hundred dollars, fat as butter and t.4 soad-natured as a goose, and I am walking around on eggs. Yea, sir, I am a happy man, sir, and you be hanged, and go to grass, sir, and I wouldn't patronize ycu It penholders woie selling five for a cent TkaV all. Good-day, sir." i |