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A storm waB brewing in Bill Jones'
L "It's too much of "a good thing,
-Liz," he yelled. "I've told you be-
I won't have the kids bringin'
the cqals from-the shed in my best
that! Wot would you say, I'd like ter
. With armB akimbo, his better-half
sauntered into the cabbage patch.
V "Look here, Bill," she said coldly,
'stop chinning a minit You've spoilt
rthe shape of that there hat already
with your funny head; and, as yer
fcworK coal all day long at the wharf,
J$hajr does that little extra bit of
Must In yer hat matter? Yer wants
somethhv ter talk about!"
" 'Taint really the dust I object to.
But I wears that hat of evenings," re
sponded the infuriated one, "and, if
i,'I takes it off me head when I'm out,
It leaves a black band round me fore
head. An', of course, I gets accused
of washing me face with me hat on!"
NOT HER FAULT
Of course, the dealer was to blam?.
At any rate, that's what the buyer;
in common with manyanother buyer
of horses, though. The mare in ques
tion, he declared, had been sold to
him as being sound in- wind and limb
without a fault, in fact
Without a fault indeed! Why, the
poor beast so the outraged buyer
now discovered, to his sorrow was
blind in one eye and could see with
the other only very indistinctly, if at
Accordingly, he wrote in righteous
indignation to the dealer, passing
heavy judgment on his business
methods and his honesty.
Many such letters had the dealer
received during his career; but this
one was, to him, so quite delightful
and ingenuous that he deigned tq
"My dear sir," he wrote, "you seem
to blame me for the mare's blindnes".
This is most unjust The fault is not
mine nor, indeed, is it hers. On til i
contrary, blindness' is, and alwayj
has been, her great misfortune."
It was a warm, radiant summer
morning;- the birds were singing
sweetly, the flowers and dewy grass
shimmered in the sparkling sunlight;
and there, in the park Robert Peel
er a very junior officer was dolus
his utmost to make a favorable im
pression on the pretty nursema.J.
whilst the tatter's small charge busily
chased elusive butterflies.
"Ah," sighed the dashing Robert,
"I wish you were my governess-!"
"So do I," replied the girl. "
Hope sprang into Robert's heart.
"And what would you do with
me?" he asked.
"Stop you smoking cigarettes, and
get your hair cut to say nothing o:
punishing you for talking nonsense
during school hours!"
Then Robert ponderously contia-
.ued his beat