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Show THE LITLE ONE. By name Bill Brown, he was a Londoner Lon-doner born and bred, says Tit-Bits, but ho sallied forth into the country in search of work. In due tune he met a larmer and into his sympathelc ear poured forth his request for a job. "All light," said the man of aches; "just round up those sheep and get 'em all Into that fold When you've done that I'll find another jjob " Two or three hours later a weary, tattered from presented Itself at tho farmei's door It was the Londoner, wet with perspnation and weak from exhaustion "You've been a mightly long time," thundered the farmer. ""What have you been doing?" "You come and see, sir," requested Bill Brown. The farmer did as he was told ,and over the high, closed fence, he noticed a hare pennel up among the sheep, and asked the reason. "What, that little 'uue" asked Bill, "Whj', he's the beggar who gae me all the trouble." |