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Show Won tiy a I'otw. Yesterday afternoon a aweet-looklug old lady, with hair aa while at Iho snow and countenance smiling and cheerful, stepped Into Attorney Henry N Spunn'a office In tho Trust building and said she wanted to have tho lawyer law-yer make n few change In her will, which the had written about 10 years ago. The lawyer made note of the atteratlona deilrtd and (hen tor tho first time picked up tho faded Instrument Instru-ment for an examination. Down In tho corner of the first page, written tn a cry fine, delicate femlnluo band, ho taw this verse from Tennyson: Twilight and evening atar, And ono clear call for mo: And may there bs no moaning of the bar When I put out to tea, "When I read that prohetle verse," tald Mr. Spaan to a Sentinel reporter, "I took one steady look at the lovely old woman, bowed my head with rev erenco, and well I cut my fee right In two In the middle." Indianapolis Sentinel. |