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Show Out of Order. The village was all agog. Flossie Flatfeet was marrying William Giles. The church was crowded. Flossie, looking as pale' as her somewhat highly high-ly colored countenance would allow, bore up until the plain band ring was safely on her finger, and then, over-' come, burst into tears. The villagers were touched, but not anxious. All girls cry at weddings. Then suddenly William Giles screwed up his face and broke into howls. Tears poured down his face and dripped off his whiskers. "What's up? Hush, man!" those nearest him urged. But Giles continued contin-ued to howl, and at last burst out : . "Let me be ! I feel wuss 'an 'er about it !" London Tit-Bits. . |