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Show 2Vo eoaft XJke Ibe OIS es;l Life Is (ull of surprises and dliap. S ointments. At an Omaha hotel on unday a number of gentlemen, itrungera to each other, drilled to-gothcr to-gothcr by tho force of clrcumiUncsi, encagod In dliouielon ol muilo to while away tho time. One o( them wnt a palo, thoughtful man, with the air of a student: another wai a (at man With brlitllnjr whiikers, who might have been a veterinary surgeon sur-geon "I tell you," said the fat man, "there ar no songs like the old ongt, they ar the sweeteit and the beiti they linger in one's memory llku tb sceut of th roies about tb broken vaie, and that tbey glv rise Is emotions that caunot b called Into life by any ot th new songs Take (or Imtanc Annie." Itooneyr"' broke In tb pale, thoughtful man In a sweet, blrdllk voice, and then a great hash fell upon the aisemblatro and the (at man, with a long, lingering look of soorn nt tho Interrupter, repaired to bis own room to bury his sorrow, Omihu Woild-Iferald. |