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Show Th Place of Honor. Farmer Hodge waa of the good, old-fashioned old-fashioned school, and he nlwaya gava n fea.t to his hands at harvest time. It was harvest time nnd Ihe fenat was nlioul lo commence. titles was Ihe olilesl hand nnd Ih hostesa. with benmllig cordiality, mo-Untied mo-Untied him lo the seat by her right hnnd. Hut Cllea remained silently unresponsive. un-responsive. "Come." anld Ihe bosless, ' don't be bashful. Mr. lilies" he wns Jus! Illle on ordinary occasions "you'v a right lo Ihe place of honor, you know." Ililea deliberated n moment, then spoke. "Thmik you kindly. Mra. Hodge," he said, ' but If It 's nil I bo same to you, I'd rather all opposite this pud den." |