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Show Too Late. He was a great pedestrian, but ono day his physical energy seemed to glvo out. Weary and worn and sad, he wnfi beginning to despair of finding rest and refreshment when a small wayside way-side house came into view. The good lady of the house executed her commission com-mission to supply her visitor with eg--, toast and tea. ".May I .nen the eggs for yon?'' she ashed, smilingly. Tile yoaiti,' man nodded assent, but, althoK'h the shell looked well enough ; ; t'l'l'eaff lo-os ;!. o'e,i ,h-e,-,live, and hat i"'g would not have done credit to any so I'- -e- ;ee i at' lien, j 1 I" lrv hack ,js , , i ,- wt, kicIi. ! "lias:. it le-. a hoih-d - ,.,,iigli, SifV I j . -i,-d I lie holy. "Yes," he replied, wearily, "but it was not boiled soon enou. It." |