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Show Natural Resentment. The Rev. Iir. Fourthly was resiUm th ninrniiiR liMH-tn. "T'clh not even nnluro Itnetf teach you," ho salil, 'that If a man hav lonK hair It la a nhame unto him?' " Wheretinua Cactna llltl, who hsp psned to be In ton-n thnt day. anil had Kiiim to church (or the first time In 25 yenrx. fluKcreil his rorolver nmlminalv hill Ihnllltht hetter fit It. and avenxi-d himself by withholding the fl Knld piece he had Intended to drop Into the banket when It came aemnd. Ht Saw Double. Mrs. llooie (S a. m.) What keeps you iui lona In the hall. Why don't you come up to bod? I Mr. Fuller Ilnoio (losilod) Thoreah two hlc hnll rarksb down here hlc and I don't know hlo which one to hang my hat on. Mrs. House liana; one hat on each. Rather Unsppreclatlvs. Cecil tneutln enlally) Don't you feel Bloomy when the sky Is ororcast with dray, when the rhythmlo ruin sounds a dirge upon the roof, and tiio ImiilHcniic'a beauties are old by the wi'i'plnp; nilnt? Hazel (sweetly) Yna: It's dreadfully dread-fully annoyliiK. It docs make one's hair come out of curl sot His Confession. Blie hud worked her lesp year pre-rnK.ittve pre-rnK.ittve and he li(l balked at Hie hurdle. "Ah," she sUdiml, "thla Is a cruel anil uucxprctetl hlowl" "If It will make It any eaalor for you," calil the marble-hearted young man, "I'm willing; tu admit that 1 anore dreadfully." Same Old Story. MiiKKaby Tbat fclluw Nsfus Is the blitKiwt fool crank I ever moC. Juinslns How's thatT 7, Mimanby I araued with blmtw hours yimtcrtltiy without being aliW' to convince him that I was right sod he wss wrong. That Young Man Is Doomed. Anxious Mother What sre the ! tentliins of Hint young man who calls on you three times a week? Pretty HnuKhtcr Oh, It doet'at matter In tho least. This In leap year and I know whut my Intentions are all right. A Living Proof. Willie Bnpphedil No. I have DO bwothors or slsluhs. I'm the oulj child of my pawents. Miss Oldestllo Dear me! And there are people, who will persist In assort- that marralRH Isn't a failure! No Market Left. "You know my Intentions are good,' he pleaded. "Of course," wan the reply, "and I suppose you mlKlit sell thorn for paring par-ing blocks If hades wasn't prelty well paved already. As It is. It lisiks to me as If you had loaded up with Kuotli tor which there Is no market left" Would If She Could. "I believe you'd stand before mirror sll day," said Mr. Closely snappishly, snap-pishly, "doing nothing but chungl"' your dresses." "Perhaps 1 would," replied Mra Closely dreamily, "if I had the dresses." Stray Btorlea. A Toast. "Put down that glasa!" cried Mrs. Jawsum, catching nor buslisuil In the act of taking a wee nip. "If you drink that liquor I'll never speak to J" again as long aa 1 Mm." . "My dear," said he, as he gulped It down, "here's long UTo to yuu." Philadelphia Prexs. |