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Show Chllil YVsntxt IHrnrra. Tho lawyer was titling at hi desk absorbed In tho preparation ot a brief. So bent was he on bis work that be did not hear tho door as It wat puihed gently open, and sec tho curly head that was thrust Into bis office. A little lit-tle sob attracted hi notice, and turning turn-ing be taw a far that wot streaked with recent tear and told plainly that the little one' feeling had been hurt. "Well, my little one did you want to see rneT" "Are you a lawyer!" "Ye. What 1 It you want?" "I want," and thero wai n resolute ring In her voice, "I want a divorce from my papa and mamma. I want It real quick, too." |