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Show A Frand. 'Brethren, set down!" said the Rev. Mr. Harps, of Boomopolls charge, as the congregation rose en masse in the midst of the sermon. "But, elder," whispored a deacon, hoarsely, "a boy has jost brought word that thoro's an Eastern capitalist in town lookin' over the corner lots with a view to purchasin' to-morrow, and" "Biz fat man with pink whiskers and two watch chains?" "The boy says that's him sure." "Brethren, set down! I saw that man over at Prairie City yesterday. He hain't a capitalist; he's a corn doctor. doc-tor. Set down!" |