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Show Exacted a Promise. Mrs. Henry Preston White was leaving leav-ing her homo for town the other afternoon, af-ternoon, and as she started down the wulk a pitiful wail reached her ears. Turning, she perceived her little five year-old son leaning far out of tho second-story window. "Mother! mother!" he cried. "Please promise me, won't you, mother? I'romise me!" Mrs. White ran back In much alarm Into the house and up the stairs. "Darling, tell mother what I is the inuitor," she pleaded. "Oh, mother, . promise me," he cobbed. "Anything, darling, anything." "Promise me that you'll be good, Tiiothor, while you're In town," he said. ! and began to dry his taars. |