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Show r Rippling' Rhymes I By WALT MASON. 8 S v VaEBTa9Baa93a3aKZKnBBEKnKBSS H FAVORS IH When r was sick with chills and fever, Jones did my chorea, day after day; he whacked up kindling with a cleaver, and fed the cow and hens H their hay, I told hint he waa' sure a treasure, a modol neighbor, nothing less; ho said it always gave him plea- HB sure to help a comrade In distress. fl Recovered from my Ills and sorrows, H I changed my mind concerning Jones; H ifor every day ho comes and borrows, H a gun, an egg, or seven bones, lio borrows till he makes mo dizzy, and mmm I am o'er -my lyre; ho borrows gas IH for his tin Lizzie, and wood to feed --W his kitchen fire. He borrows rugs, he kH borrows bedding, and my bazoo, on A which to toot if he would attend a IH wedding, he asks mo for my Sunday H suit. "When you were sick," he koops H reminding, "how cheerfully I did your chores! r Your eight-day clock you H ;saw mc'wlndlng, you saw mc chase tho IH cat outdoors. And so I feel quite frco lo borrow f your aunt, your bucksaw mmm and your cow: I'll bring tho blamed things back tomorrow, together with W'i your sulky plow." It's doubtless duo to ! moral blindness, but I dotcst the pil- , grim bland who Is resolved to do mc kindness, who's bound to lend a help- Jw ling hand. Pl j 00 |