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HE WAS POLITE
She was a little girl and very po
lite. It was the first time she had
been on a visit alone, and she had
been carefully instructed how to be
have. "If they ask you to dine with
them," papa had said, "you must say,
'No, thank you; -I have already
It turned out just as papa had an
ticipated. "Come along, Marjorie," said her
tlittle friend's father, "you must have
a bite, with us."
"No, thank you," said the little girl,
with dignity; '.'I have already bitten."
Having taken up physical culture
exercises, Mrs. Jones was asked if she
found it helpful. "Helpful!" she ex
claimed. "Why, this morning I was
ijthe first to reach a bargain counter
but of a bunch of a hundred starters,"
The Browns recently took up their
abode at a new house in the country,
and Robinson who, by the way, was
Brown's most intimate friend in his
bachelor days, went down to .see
them one Saturday afternoon.
As he approached the ' house, a
large dog ran out and began barking
at him fiercely through the fence.
Robinson hesitated. He didn't al
together like the look of that dog.
Just then, however, Mrs. Brown came
to the door.
"Hello!" she exclaimed. "How
nice of you to come down here to see
us! Come right in. Don't mind the
Nervously Robinson fingered the
latch of the gate.
"But are you sure he won't bite?"
he asked, glancing toward the dog
which he was by no means anxious
to meet until he had received some
assurance of personal safety.
"Oh," replied Mrs. Brown, "that's
just what I want to find out. You see,
I only bought him this morning."
Henry did not get on very well with
his people at home, so he enlisted,
and after a time went to India. After
many years he returned to his native
village, thinking how surprised the
old folk would be.
He walked along the village street
in his smart-looking uniform, his
heart beating fast as he neared the
Opening the gate, he walked up the
gravel path. Just then a ferocious,
dog rushed out and grabbed his leg.
Shaking the dog off, he speedily re
gained the road, and was standing at
the other side of the fence when his
father came out.
"Ah, my son!'' said thelold man.
"Like the prodigal, you have re
"YeSj'' growled the soldier; "but
it's your dog that's enjoyed the fatted