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SUCH FRIENDLY FEELINGS
For twenty minutes Brown had sat
staring helplessly at the empty table
hr front of him. Still there was no
sign of the lunch which he bad order-
hed fof himself arriving.
Another five minutes passed six,
J .seven, eight. And then at last the
4w"ajter appeared, bringing with him
.the potatoes and cold meat which
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Kf V Brown nobly restrained all the
: caustic comments which he felt in
clined to pass, and "Thank you!" he
said, as the food was laid before him.
Then: "Waiter," he added, "can 'you
also bring me a little salad?"
' "Certainly, sir!" replied the waiter,
as he proceeded to move away from
:-Mhe table at a steady four miles a
"And, by theway," Brown shouted
after him, "you might drop me a
postcard every now and' then while
you're absent, will you?"
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CURED BY TIME
A very robust inmate was talking
to the new arrival an unhappy wo
man, whose depressed appearance
was the result of a belief, which she
had held for twenty years, that she
was on the verge of Instant death,
"The most wonderful and health
giving place in the world!" the robust
one was saying.
"So I have, heard," assented the
"Do you know, madam, that when
first I came here I was so weak I
couldn't walk? I weighed next to
nothing; and, as to my nerves, the
leas't thing would reduce me to
"You must be blessed with a won
derful constitution, sir. Now, I "
' ''Aladam, I can see thatf you ara
in a weak state that you are run
down. But I do assure you that you
are a giantess compared to what I
was when first I came to this heal
"Have you, then, been here long,
sir?" asked the lady, a faint noteof
hope in her voice.
"I, madam? I was born here!"
A smart young doctor sat facing
"Yes, my friend," he said gladly,
"you are quite well again now, and
need not come here again."
The patient, recovering from a bad
illness, was relieved to hear this.
Then his face .became overcast again.
"Bud aboud der bill, doctor," he
said. "I ain't god mooch money.
Vill you dake the bill pod in trade?"
The kind-hearted doctor eyes his
patient's shabby clothes.
"Well, perhaps I "might," he said
agreeably. "Er, what is your trade ? "
"1 vos der leader of a Sherman
band, docdor," said the patient
pro.udly. "We vill blay in der froont
off your house every evening for von
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