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Show oo FROM DUST TO DUST It was the glorious autumn, but it was windy and dusty, and the dust beat, mercilessly into their faces as the young man and maiden maid-en turned the corner of the street. "Did you get any in your eyes, darling?" he asked, fondly, drawing draw-ing her closely to him. "Yes, sweetheart," she murmured murmur-ed searching for her elusive handkerchief. hand-kerchief. "Which eye, beloved?" he pressed. pres-sed. "The right one, love! Did you get any in yours?" "Yes, dear heart!" he responded, respond-ed, using the same corner of the handkerchief that she had used. "How sweet!" she exclaimed. "And was yours in the right eye, too?" "Yes, dearest." "Ah," she thrilled, "do you suppose sup-pose it could have been part of the same piece of dust that got in our I eyes" j "I hope it was!" he exclaimed' J fervently, blinding a pleasurable I J beam with his good eye. ,J rLt "Wouldn't it be lovely, love?" r. she cried. fffcdion "Oh, love, wouldn't it" he wrig- . F gied. ,; And the wind howled as through ? .-- in pain, and form the house op- posite a "Votes for Women" lbcoU board fell with a sickening crash ,'. jJ sen upon the pavement. Philadelphia .' &l Press. I .STE( |