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Np CAUSE FOR COMPLAINT
The knowledge that" he could to
use his own expression "always
tbuch the poor old dad for a bit" was
fact'which Aley found exceedingly
; pomf ortlng and he rarely hesitated to
i iavam himself.
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paternal purse, instead of decreasing
-in- proportion as Algy increased in
years, Increased out of all-proportiou,
until at last came that time when, as
the old adage has assured us, even
worms are apt to turn.
"I can't understand what you dp
with -your money!" snapped, the
Lmuch-imposed-on 'parent almost an
grily. "When I waB your age, my
rfather never gave me half as much
ey as I allow' you!"
"And were you satisfied?',' asked
"Of course I was!"
.Algernon smiled blandly.-
"Then', really," he said, "I can't see
what. you nave to iucij aponti;
-NOT NEEDED TWICE
He was a village blacksmith, and
a brawny one at that, but instead, of
standing beneath the chestnut-tree,
he was in the forge, looking after the
"Do you like this better'n plough
ing, Joe?" he said to his new assist
ant, only starting that morning.
Between the flying sparks and
bangs of the anvil Joe gave him a
sheepish grin, signifying his approval.
"You're not holdin' that there
hammer quite right," went on the
blacksmith, after casting a critical
eye upon his mate's mighty sledge
strokes. "Hold it a little lower down."
And he went on shoeing a hprse.
Joe held-it a little lower, atid, los
ing his range, landed with a mighty
blow 'upon the back of the black
"Ypu clumsy brulte!" yelled that
worthy, as he held his bashed cran
ium between his hands, amid an
agony of groans. "You've nigh killed
With open mouth Jee surveyed his
handiwork, then, slowly:
"You're makin' a mighty fussf;
that's the first time Eve hitsye!"
His clothes were faultless, his golf
clubs' burnished to the last degree.
The afternoon was perfect, the links
ideal. So, too, were Smithson's man
ner and his self-assurance. But as
for the standard of his play well, the
less said concerning it the better. ,
Even the caddie had never seen
anything-to rival it for badness; and
.when Smithson tore up with his
mashie, while trying to approach the
seventh hole, a record piece of turf,
the boy wanted to IJe on his back and
kick with merriment.
ButjSmithson eyed him sternly.
"CaddleC" he commanded", "replace
' "Yes, sir,"-replled the boy. A pause.
"But why don't you take It home to
practiqe on?' . - . , "
Then Smithson kicKea tne caatue.
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