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Show ; ' MULLIXS, THE AGNOSTIC. A8 TOLD BX DEACON STILLWATER J&X6 was niam MuIliQsi and lie had a sneenn' way Of turnin' his probof cis tip At everything you'd say. w ?ow hovf do you know?" Baid he: aumph, now, how do you know?" lue way he closed an argument It wasn't by no means 6low. You might be talkin' social like ith fellows at the store On war and politics, and sich, i and you might have the floor i And be a gettin' things down fine Pro via' that things was so, j When MullinB would stiok his long nose in I With, "Humph, now, how do you know?" I seen that critter set in church ! And take a sermon in, ! And turn his nose up in a sneer ; At death and grace and sin. With no regard for time and place Or realms of endless woe, He'd rise and buret the hull thing up With, "Hump, now, how do you know?" He out his grass whenever it rained, He shocked his wheat up green, He cut hia corn behind the frost, i His hogs was alius lean. He built his stacks the big end up, His com cribs big end down; "Crooked as Mullins' roadside fence" ! Was a proverb in our town, : The older he got the wuss he grew, And crookeder day by day, The squint of his eye would wind a clock, His toes turned out each way; Hia boots and ahoea were, both of 'em lefts,- The rheumatiz twisted bo; ' But if you said he didn!t look well He'd growl, "Now, how do vou know?" " i And that darned grit led to his death r He was on the railroad track Crossin' a bridge; I heaTd the train And yelled, "Mullins come back! The train is round the curve In sight I" Says he, "Humph, how do you know?" I helped to gather him up in a pail ! The engine scattered him so. ; I think it's best to have more faith i In every day concerns, And not be alius a snoopin' round To git behind the returns. A plain statement will do for me. A hint instid of a blow; A coroner's jury may fetch out facts, But its rather late to know. W. T. Worden in Boston Globe. |