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Show f Walt Mason THE EXPENSIVE LUXURY. My auto keeps me busied. m standoff goes no ir.ore. In hope where I was trusted in happy days of yore Na. nay," exclaims the grocer, when for some prunes I go; "you've grown too blooming bloom-ing slow. sir. In paying what you our Vou blow for gas and rubber the coin you owe for rice, so cha-se yourself, sou hihber. or else bring In the price. " .M :nito " a riais , It fairly horns the Boll; but it ha made mc laz . I balk at hi m 1 toll. The old blue sheep needs hearing, I ought to half some hay, but here 1 am eareerlng some forty versts away The kitchen should be painted, the roof Is gapinc Wide; but who would get acoualnt-.-cl with work, when he can ride'.' iMy wife, i s sorelv needing some decent rags to I wear, but I've been pinched for speeding) anrl have no coin to spare. Ml auto 1 eepj me busted, mechanice get mj wad; some bolts must be adjusted, some car-lnn car-lnn must le thuwed, .-he neils an over-haullnu. over-haullnu. which ir-sts two hundred beans, the while thf kids are bawling fot bread and wholesome greens. "Aw. gee." the merchants mutter, when I would buy Otne wood, some codfish or soms butter, "your credit Is no good; and once." they say, embluered. "like some hrljjhl twin kllng star your credit glowed and gllt-tered gllt-tered before you owned H car.'- ' 00 |