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Show Cause for Grief. Ho was a very small boy. Paddy was his dog, and Paddy was nearer to his heart than anything on earth. When Paddy met swift and hideous death on the turnpike road his mother trembled to break the news. But it had to be, and when he came home from school, she told him simply: "Paddy has been run over and killed." He took it very quietly. All day it was the same. But five minutes before be-fore ho had gone to bed there echoed through the house a shrill and sudden lamcntafton. His mother rushed up stairs with solicitude and sympathy. "Nurse says," he sobbed, "that 5ad dy has been run over and killed." "But, dear, I told you that at din- jH ner, and you didn't seem to trouble at 1 "No; but but I didn't know you 9j said Paddy. I I thought you said UH daddy." Tit-Bits. H |