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"Engaged his services, Agatha?"
asked Sylvia, bewildered.
"Yes. dear. You know 1 didn't like
my lawyer, Wagstaff, who, between
ourselves, hadn't- heen quite straight
with, me. So I thought: Here's $500
worth of.law business going begging,
and why shouldn't Tom Darragh
have it and be able to start house
keeping with a nest egg in the bank?
Only, I'm afraid he must think' me a
dreadful goose, Sylvia. Because, the
first time I went to his office I began
contrasting him in my mind with
Richard and thinking what a lucky
girl you were and I just broke down
and cried. Why Sylvia!"
For Sylvia was crying, too, and
when the cab arrived she had only
just begun to explain. She was so
remorseful that she did not notice the
direction which the cab was taking
until it stopped outside Tom's office.
"I can't go in, Agatha. I dare not.
I'll write to Tom "
"Well, now, you just sit still and
I'll bring Tom out to you," said Aga
tha sternly. And when, a minute
later, the door opened and Tom
came in. Sylvia clung to him, sob
bing and repentant.
"0, Tom, what a goose I was. Can
you ever forgive me?" she asked.
"One one condition," he answered.
"That you marry me next month."
"On one condition," said Sylvia do
cilely. "Which is?"
"That Cousin Agatha shall be
THE TALE OF 26 CATS AND THE
CHICKENS THAT WERE
Des Moines, la., July 8. A. W. H.
Young appeared before Police Judge
Utterback today in a state of moist
ure and stuttering profanity.
"P-p-please, your honor," he said,
"I w-w-w-want s-s-something done
ab-b-out Edward Robbins' c-c-c-cats."
"Who's Edward Robbins?" de
"He's my n-n-n-rieighbor, an'
h-h-h-he's a b-b-b-b-bad man."
"How many cats has he?" demand
ed the court coldly.
"Two?" asked the judge.
"N-n-n-n-no," stuttered Young,
"What?" cried His Honor. "Do you
mean to stand there and tell me that
any one man owns twenty-six cats?"
"W-w-w-w-w-well, it's th-th-th-th-this
way, your honor," said Young.
"He j-j-j-j-just m-m-m-moved in be
side m-m-m-me six m-m-m-months
ago, an' then he h-h-h-had only
f-f-f-f-four cats and I h-h-h-h-had
n-n-n-n-ninety-seven chickens. N-n-n-n-now
he h-h-h-h-has twenty-six
cats, an' I've only g-g-g-got twenty-t-t-t-t-t-two
"What will I do?" asked the judge,
speaking impartially to Young and
Robbins. "Pine each cat a dollar or
give you leave to drop 'em all in the
"L-l-l-l-lemme s-s-s-s-soak 'em in
the r-r-r-river," said Young, and van
ished, while i Robbins sadly watched
him and mourned for the cats that
soon would be no more.
SAVED FROM SUNSTROKE
He suffered greatly from the heat
He needed cooling drink.
He had no coin and so he said,
"I'll touch a friend, I think."
But when he made this small request,
"Lend me a dollar, Bill,"
He suffered nomore from the heat,
For it produced a chill.