yoar corn.”
“Yes, weeds is powerful around lure.
Me was so placid and good-natured a-
A fat man with a soft brown bat walked bout it that 1 ventured further, and sai l
briskly into a Main street restaur .”.! and
“It seems to me that with ambition au<
took a seat at the lunch counter, says the ' hard work you could not only make.;
Buffalo Express. "The man whowa- pre­ * good living on this place, but get some­
ahead ”
siding over the section of the counter at thing
“I could fur suah,” he answered.
which he sat ambled over to him 'and
“Then why don’t you do it?”
said:
“Waitin’. ”
“Waiting for what?”
“Well?”
“
Waitin’ fur to git that ambishun you
“Well?” repeated the fat man.
“Whatcher want?” asked the waiter. ' spoke of.”
“And do you think you'll ever get it?”
“Gimme a peice of apple pie and a
He refilled his pipe, lighted it, and slid
glass of milk.”
off the log to get a brace for his back.
“llain’t got any apple pie sir.” «
When he had got comfortably settled, he
“What kind of pie have you go*
queried:
“Coconut pic and lemon pie. sir
“Stranger, yo, doan* live around yere I
“Gimme a piece of lemon pie.”
The waiter went away and returned I reckon?”
“No.”
with a slab of dark-brown pastry and a
“ ’Cause if yo’ did you’d diskiver that
glass of light-blue milk. The fat man
sawed off a piece of the pie and transferred I bev a mighty good thing of 'it. as it i-,
it to his mouth. A pained lo »k came and would be a fool to let go fur sumthin
over bis face, but he gulped the pie down new.”— Detroit Free Press.
and lieckoned to the waiter.
‘ What kind of nie is this?” he asked.
“What kind did you order, sir?” asked
FUTURE VENGEANCE.
the waiter.
“Lemon pie.”
“You’ll l>e sorry for this some day?
“Well sir, that must be lemon j ie then.”
howled the sou and heir as his father re­
“But it ain’t lemon pie.”
leased him from the position he had o<-
“Ain’t lemon pie, sir?”
“Not by a darn sigbty.”
copied across the paternal knee.
•'Sure it ain’t lemon pie, sir?”
"Ill be eorry? When?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“When I get to be a man!”
“That’s funny, sir.”
“You will take revenge by whipping
“Nothing funny about it. What kind
your father when you are big and strom;
of pie is it?”
The waiter leaned over the counter and ami I am old and feeble, will you. Ton.-
said in a hoarse whis|>er:
my?”
“Confidentially, sir, I have tried to
“No, sir,” blubbered Tommy, rubbim.*
work that pic off for apple, i ineapple,
pieplant, peach and prune, an<I it didn’t himself, “but I’ll spank your grand­
go; and if it ain’t lemon- I’m darned if I children till they can t resti”- ('hic(t<i<>
Tribu nr.
know what it is.”
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LOOK HERE!
I had stopped to smoke a pij e with a
o you want any job printing done at
Georgia “cracker” on a log at I.*s door,
reasonable rates?
and noticing the general shiftN-mtss of
the surroundings, I finally askf 1:
If you do you slinuld no! fail to rail ¡in>l
“Why don't you fix the r<f of vour
cabin?’1 *
exii’iiinc our work and pri< cx.
“Gwint ter some day,” he r» • i cd
i
“That chimney ought to I- re' uilt.”
ll kinds of bill beat’s, letter beads, < i -
“I’m a considerin’ to do it.
vclope heads, name card.-, dam»*
“i should bv afraid that P.. /tie would
tickets and bills
Also mining notic»>
fall down and kill the mule ”
“Reckon I’ve got to prop it.”
etc.
“The weeds appear to Is- t<-» much for
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