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Show Making n Explanation. I was getting shaved in a oue-chair barber shop in a mountain town in Kentucky, Ken-tucky, and there was only one other man in the shop besides the barber. The process was about half through when some one was heard walking on the veranda which surrounded the shop, and pretty soon a wild-looking face peered through the window. "Say, Bill, docs he'un waut you?" asked the barber of the other man. "Who all is it?", "Simmons, I reckon." "He'un can't want me. I never did nothiu' to him." "Stranger, does ho'uu want you?" asked the barber of me. "Who? Simmons as you call him." "Yes." -Never heard of him. Who is lie anyhow?" "Oh, he'un lives back yero a bit. Great hand to shutc. Had any trouble with him?'1 "No." "Well, I'll go out and explain to he'un. Might sluite through the window win-dow if I didu't." Ho put dowu bis razor and went out, and when he returned Simmons was with him. The shooter stepped around nud took a square look at me, and then heaved n sight of disappointment and said to the barber: "Tain't ho 'tin. Sam, but so mighty el us to it that I might hey popped through the glass." "Never does any hurtto explain, matters," mat-ters," said the baber in a reflective way as Simmons went out. "He'un killed two men in this chair, and I don't like the muss of it. That's what I went out to explain if you was he 'tin's meat, he 'un was to wait and drap you outside." Detroit Free Press. |