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MR. E. L MARK IS EXCEPTIONALLY EASY.
VERY HUMID.
HAIRBREADTH HAROLD BEARDS A BELLOWING BUFFALO.
1. VOICE OVER 'PHONE It that you, Mr.
Mark? Thla I Johnson, Brown A, Co. Thla la Mr.
Johnaon. Mr. Mark, ean you aocommodat ua with a
thousand dollar on a demand not at 6 par cent? You
can 7 Thank you. I will aand on of my elarka down
for the money and with th not.
, 2. JAR. E. Z. Ah, yea. ' You ar th young man
from Johnson,, Brown A Co. Her Is th thousand
aouara reaay Tor you.
THE YOUNG MAN And here la the demand
note, Mr. Mark. Mr. Johnson wlshee me to express
hi thanks for your kindly accommodation.
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3. MR. JOHNSON (a few hour later) Hello,
Mark I Say, can't you use som money f W hav
more than we can use and will let you have all you
want at 4 per cent.
MR. MARK More than you can use? Then why
did you borrow a thousand from me on thle demand
note.
4. MR. JOHNSON What? I never phoned you
I never borrowed a thoussnd from. you. None of our
young men called here. That la not our algnature on
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IN JUNGLE SOCIETY.
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fgfif I you're sufl .JsU Ss.
THE SPARROW Great Soottl The
eun'a ao hot In thla country that even
th parasols are freckled.
EXPENSIVE LOVE.
"Until yer ean build me a houae
outen radium, Algernon, It can't nsver
be."
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1.
Vulcanized Vengeance, the man-klllmg chief of the Ara
pa hoes, awoke the echoee of the plalna with hie harsh
laughter. Before him etood Hairbreadth Harold, bound
hand and foot, yet proudly preserving a stoics I silence.
Yonder on the shimmering horizon wae a cloud of dust
that grew and grew till It blotted out the desert eun. It
waa a furious herd of ferocious buffalo, famished by long
fasting, and sniffing the perched air for th scent of
blood.
2.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Vulcanized Vengeance, and, seizing
the limp form of the beautiful Annsbel, whom Hairbreadth
Harold had but lately rescued from the raging Arapahoea,
he toeeed her lightly to the pommel of hie saddle, mounted
hi ewlft pony and rode off Into the dazzling day.
I On came the bellowing buffaloes. Their home were Ilk
! the spesra of a mighty Assyrlsn army, their hot breath
withered the abundant bunch grass, their red, roving eyes
rolled riotously and tholr manes toesed Ilk th rooking
ocean.
NO OBLIGATIONS.
"But you ueed to laugh uproariously
st Borley's stories 1"
"Yes-es; but I don't owe him any
thing nowl"
GLAD TO HELP.
M8o you were able to eend your
daughter abroad to etudy music?"
"Yes. You see th nelghbore all
pitched In to help! "
Hairbreadth Harold atruggled for one fleeting moment
with hie bonds, but they held Ilk Iron.
On cam th buffaloes, their shaggy heads lowered, their
lon.g red tonguee lapping the morning dew. A huge bull
led them. Suddenly he looked up, anorted with ghoulish
glee, and, beckoning the other to follow him, charged at
our hero.
One lunge of thoee cruel home would have been enough
to cruah a stone wall to powder. Beneath thoee tramping
hoofe the atouteet armor-plate would have been shattered
to fragments.
On cam th bull, yet abov hi bellowing could bo
heard the grating laughter of Vulcanized Vengeance, now
only a apot on the pale cobalt horizon.
On cam th bull. Hairbreadth Harold could feel hla
hot breath. Hla roar drowned all other aounda. H' bead
waa lowered still further, and the pear-like polnte of hla
terrible horna whistled through the air.
In another Instant all would be ever.
(THE END.)
AT THE POINT OF TUB PISTOL.
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HE You see, everybody cannot
paint pictures like mine.
SHE How lovely.
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CHICAGO AN Been In town long?
THUG Nope.
CHICAGOAN I thought your face was unfamiliar.
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IN SOUTH DAKOTA.
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THE-ETERNAL FEMININE.
"Who la that mart ahe'a flirting with
ao desperately?"
'JhaV her flret jbusband.'1 j
A DIPLOMAT.
THE SOUBRETTE Ar these all
for me?
; THE JOHNNIE Yea; the prima
donna refused them, you know.. ,
"Why didn't ah Invite you to her
reception 7"
"She hasn't any Paris gowna, and
I have."
THE BILLIONAIRESS I hope
you're not mercenary enough to love
me for my money? ,
HE Gracioua not I'd love you if
Ott had onl a million dollars,
"Why did aha Jilt your'
"She found out I owned a different
make of automobile from hers." '
' MRS How dara ou come to t
front door I '
OIPtOMATlC DAVIS V'y, ma.-',
I'M a man of taste, and prefer ti t
to do charming lady cf t e Y I
latead of ft Isomefy man' ,t" C .