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tionately, "you wouldn't like me to go
away and leave you, would you?"
"Indeed I would not, my dearest,"
said the wealthy father fondly.
"I'm so glad," sighed the girl. "Now
I'll marry Mr. Poorchap. He's willing
to live here." Ladies' Home Journal.
NOT TO BE FOOLED
When Shimmerpate arrived home
an hour later than usual he was nib
bling a clove.
"I stopped in a concert hall for a
few minutes," he observed. "The mu
sic was intoxicating."
"That's right!' 'exclaimed his bet
ter half. "Blame it onthe music,"
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