FOOTBALL 5AND
COX7NTED.
T was a great cross
to Mr. a n d Mrs.
Crompton that Clin
ton was apparently de
voir ! of any worthy am
bition. Their two older
boys were so utterly
different. Harold had
been graduated at Yale
with high honors , and
Kric was unking remarkable progress
nt the Scientific School. In fact , they
were both exceptionally line students ,
which made the contrast all the more
striking.
h'or Clinlon was sadly unlike his
brothers. He .seemed to labor under
the impression that he had been sent
to college simply and .solely for the
purpose of learning to play football.
Apparently nothing else had the power
to kindle the slightest enthusiasm in
his sluggish breastand hi.s mother
argued and expostulated with him in
vain.
"You are frittering away your valua
ble time , " she argued again and again ,
"and letting slip golden opportunities
which , once gone , never will come back
to you ; and what have you to show
for it all but a broken nose and a frac
tured collarbone ? "
* 'Is there any prospective benefit to
be derived from these hours spent in
scrambling after a football ? " his fath
er questioned , severely , to which Clin
ton merely responded , in his usual olY-
hand style : "Who knows but I may
(
be elected captain of the Varsity team
next year ? "
* * Is lhat the height of your ambi
tion ? " his parent returned , bitterly. " 1
am terribly disappointed in you , sir.
Are you to go on playing football for
ever and ever , or what do you propose
to make of your life ? Perhaps you
think that your reputation as a foot
ball player will prove an 'open sesame'
to nil desirable positions. Do you sup
pose lhat anyone wants a fellow who
has willfully wasted his best opportu
nities ? I had hoped to make a pro-
Mi - - : - -
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HE CAN NEVER DRAG HIM BAOK IN-
TIME.
fesslonal man of you not a profession
al athlete and had even aspired to see
you some day in our leading law ofiice
with my old friend , Robert Choate , but
It's no use. Choate only wants young
men of the highest promise , " and Mr.
Orompton sighed wearily.
"It does no good to talk to Clinton. "
he confided to his wife afterward , "for
hardly ten minutes had elapsed after I
had been remonstrating with him
about the evils of football before he
Inquired if I wouldn't bring you down
to see the game on Saturday and in
formed me that he had saved two tick
ets for us. "
Mrs. Crompton regarded her husband
helplessly. "What did you say to
him ? " she queried.
"I told him 'certainly notMr. .
Crompton exclaimed , warmly , "and I
expressed my surprise at his daring io
sugyeist such a tiling. 'Show me some
lasting benefit or any abiding good
that is to be derived from this ridicu
lous game , ' I told him , 'and then come
ito me to abet you in such follj % but
hot till then. ' "
And so Mr. and Mrs. Crompton
failed to witness that memorable game
In which their youngest son gained for
himself such enviable laurels. Once
on the field , Clinton was like one trans
formed. Keen , alert , cool , rising splen
didly to every emergency , no one would
have known him for the same slow.
Indifferent , easy-going specimen of hu
manity who grieved the ambitious
souls of his parents by his small apti
tude for Greek. I
Not by any means that Clinton was
a dunce , for his class standing was
fairly good , but what pained his father
and mother was the recognition of
what he might have accomplished had
It not been for that arch enemy , foot
ball. !
The great game over , the victorious
team hastened back to the gymnasium
with all possible speed. They had
some little distance to go. as the gym
nasium was not very near the ball
grounds , so that in order to reach it
they were obliged to traverse the cen
ter of the town and cross the railroad
tracks. '
Clinton , who had been detained a
moment or so longer than the others ,
reached the station a short time after
they had crossed , and found the plat
forms crowded with people who were
returning from the game , mingled with
those who were alighting from the
incoming trains. As he stepped from
the platform he became conscious that
something unusual was going on , and
he immediately perceived the eyes of
the multitude were riveted upon a fig
ure half way across the tracks , a fig
ure pausing there in bewilderment
"There's a train coming each way , "
somebody gasped. "Why doesn't he
get off the track ? "
The station agent and one or two
other ofiicials were shouting loudly ,
but the man , who was old and very
deaf , appeared thoroughly dazed. As
lie prepared to step upon the track
nearest him he had caught sight of
one train coming down upon him , and
lie now staggered back and was about.
to plunge in front of the other down-
coming express. Suddenly something
very unexpected happened.
As the crowd of bystanders shrank
back with horror stricken faces , con
vince/1 that they were about to witness
the terrible fate which must instantly
overtake the old man , a figure in a
much-begrimed canvas jacket sprang
out among them , and , clearing the
tracks at a bound , alighted beside the
swaying form of the man in danger.
A shudder and a wave of pitiful re
gret swept over the motionless crowd.
"He can never drag him back in time , "
they breathed. "They will both be
killed ! Oh , the pity of it ! "
But the football man had not thought
of dragging the unsteady figure in
front of either approaching engine. In
an instant he had tackled the man and
thrown him flat upon the ground be
tween the two tracks , for all the world
as if he had been an opponent on the
football field. Then he dropped light
ly on top of him , and lay there mo
tionless , while the two trains thun
dered past on each side of them , and
the crowd stood waiting , spellbound.
In much less time than it takes to
describe the episode was over , and
what might ha\e been a tragedy had
proved only a bit of melodrama after
all , yet as Clinton jumped up and
pulled the old man onto his feet ap
plause and cheers louder than any that
had greeted him on the football field
rang in his ears.
Abashed and overwhelmed by such
an ovation , Clinton made haste to el
bow his way through the crowd , and
in so doing nearly overthrew his own
brother Harold , who happened to b ?
standing directly in his path.
"For heaven's sake , was that you ,
Clinton ? " he cried , in astonishment.
"Do let me get out of this , " his
brother responded , impatiently. "They
need not make such a fuss because I
knocked the old duffer over , " and he
bolted in the direction of the gym
nasium.
Saturday nights generally brought
the scattered members of the Cromp
ton family together , as the collegians
always made a point of coming home
to spend Sunday under the parental
root tree.
On this particular Saturday evening
all were assembled before Clinton
came in. Harold was all agog to de
scribe the scene that he had witnessed ,
but he unselfishly held his tongue. "I'll
not spoil his story for him , but will
give him a chance to do justice to it , "
he mentally ejaculated , as he watched
his brother swallowing his soup with
uiiruflled composure.
But Clinton said nothing upon the
vital subject , and Harold looked at
him with increasing surprise , as he
judicially set forth the respective
merits of the opposing football team
and called attention to their most vul
nerable points.
"I'll turn in early to-night , I think , "
he yawned , as he withdrew from the
dining room. "I put pretty solid work
into the last half of that game. " and
he leisurely wended his way upstairs.
"I wish that Clinton would put a
little solid work into something else. "
his father volunteered , as he disap
peared from the room.
At this Harold , who had in times
past repeatedly scoffed at h.'s brother'- ,
athletic proclivities , instantly fired up.
"Father , " he burst forth , "you're
making a big mistake about Clinton.
He's got more genuine stuff in him
than all the rest of us put together ,
and if it's football that's done it , the
sooner we all go in for the game the
better , " and then he proceeded to give
a graphic account of the afternoon's
experience , which caused his father
to blow his nose loudly and repeatedly ,
while his eyes glistened with happy
pride , and which sent his mother weep
ing in search of the sleepy athlete , who
could not understand what he had
done that was worth making such a
fuss about.
A few days later Mr. Crompton re
ceived a note from his old friend. Rob
ert Choate , which ran somewhat as
follows :
"Dear Crompton : I hear that your
Clinton is going in for law , and if so
I want him. When he gets through
with the law school you can hand him
over to me. for he's just the material
that I am on the lookout for , and you
may well be proud of him. He scared
me out of a year's growth the other
afternoon at the station , the young ras
cal , but in spite of that I wish you
would tell him to come round and take
dinner with me some night , for I want
to talk to him. With kind regards to
Mrs. Crompton , believe me ever your
friend. ROBERT CHOATE. "
When Clinton came home the follow
ing Saturday his father handed him
the note , remarking : "I'm afraid I
haven't appreciated your football , old
man , but I'm going to do better ic the
future , and , by the way , Cl ntoii. I
hear that you're to play in the game
next week. Is that so ? "
Clinton nodded.
"Very well , then , " Mr. Crompton
continued , "your mother and I would
like to have you get us the best seats
that can be bought , for we've set our
hearts upon going up to see you make
the first touchdown. " Philadelphia
Ledger.
Ti ckness ol' Glauicrs.
A few days ago Professors Blumcke
and Hess , trom Bavaria , who art well
known for their studies of glaciers ,
sticceedeo in boring through the Hiu-
teries glacier in the Htzthal Alps , at a
point where the ice was found to be
153 meters deep.
THE SILENT POOL.
Beauty Spot in Knxlund that Is L"a t
One of the loveliest spots in England
the Silent Pool of Aibury seems in
danger of disappearing. It is believed
that the deepening of the wells in the
neighborhood of the Duke of North
umberland's estate , where the cele
brated pool is situated , is the cause of
the shrinkage of the water that has
recently been noticed , says the Lou-
don Mail.
It is a deep , perfectly clear chalk
pool. In its cool waters swim a num
ber of lazy trout , quite tame , for the
pool is never disturbed by anglers , and
the fish are fed by the thousands of
visitors that make pilgrimage to this
spot every year.
In his memoirs of his father , the
present Lord Tennyson says : "I have
often heard him describe this pool ,
the splendor and ripply play of light
on the stream as it gushes from the
cnalk over the green sand bottom ,
the mackerel colors wl * _ h flit about
in the sunshine , and the network of
the current on the surface of the pool ,
like crystal smoke. "
The romantic legend of the pool takes
one back to the days of Richard I.
The story goes that within a mile
of the pool there lived in a little osier-
wattled hut , Hal , the woodman , whose
beautiful daughter , Emma , was in
i he habit of stealing away , particular
ly in the summer , to bathe in the si
lent pool then hidden deep in the for
est. One day , while swinging lazily
from the boughs by the side of Hie
pond , half in the water and half out ,
and twining her tresses with the water
lilies , Prince ( afterward king ) John
suddenly made his appearance. The
affrighted damsel relinquished her
hold of the friendly bough , and waded
quickly , screaming the while , into the
deeper water. The brutal rider forced
his steed into the water , and the maid
en , taking another step or two , was
struggling in twenty feet of water.
The cowardly Prince backed out. leav
ing his would-be victim to drown ,
when her brother , who had followed
the Prince , suspecting his evil designs ,
rushed through the trees , and. with
out divesting himself of his heavy cow-
bkin tunic , dived down to where his
sister was lying on the bottom of the
pool. Unable to lift her. and weighed
down by his tunic , he would not let
go. and soon brother and sister were
lying stark and still on the chalky
bottom , while Prince John and his case
courtiers hurried off uefore the coun
tryside was roused against him.
OLD-SCHOOL DISCIPLINE.
Anciciit Master Was Versatile at De-
vibiiiy : Plitiisnmeilt.
The late Fivderick W. Guun , foumK-r
of the well-known Connecticut school
for boys known as "The Gunnery , " de
vised nianj' ingenious punishments for
the discipline of his pupils. One of the
boys was William Hamilton Gibson , the
artist , who wrote in his memoirs this
account of the management of the
school :
A youth too boisterous would be dis
missed for a four-mile walk , ordered
to hold a chip in his mouth for an hour ,
or to run a dozen times around the
church on the green , sounding the tin
dinner-horn at each corner in rotation.
Two small boys caught fighting were
> ften ordered to sit. one in the other's
lap , taking turns thus for an hour or
two.
Pounding a log with a heavy club was
a favorite panacea for superfluous ener
gy in the family sitting-room.
At "The Gunnery" it used to be a cus
tom to allow a boy to take the anniver
sary of his birth as a holiday , but one
too clever lad was detected by Mr. Gunn
in celebrating his third "birthday"
within a single year. The next genu
ine anniversary of the boy's birth came
on a Saturday , which the victim cele
brated by hugging a tree for several
hours , while his schoolmates enjoyed
the regular school holiday.
A resident of Washington tells how ,
years ago , he found at the fork of two
roads , hugging a sign-post in anything
but sentimental fashion , a youth , whose
only reply to questions was , "I'm a
poor , miserable sinner. " That * vas the
formula of penance which the master
had prescribed.
"Winding Up the Business.
Mutual consent and mutual content
are two very different things. The firm
of which a certain guileless Eastern
man was the sen'or partner was dis
solved by mutual consent , but the con
tent was limited to the junior partner.
A cloud of debts had been rising and
settling for weeks before the partner
ship was dissolved , and the senior
partner's sentiments may perhaps be
gathered from a notice which he caus
ed to be inserted in the local newspa
per :
"From this day .forth there's no such
a firm as Grtgg & P.iliner. Those that
owe the firm may call on me as soon
as they are ready , and those that the
firm owes had better call on him as
quick as they can. "
Appreciation.
"That musician is a wonderful man. "
"He is , " answered Mr. Cumi ox. "Au--
body who can get me to pay $2. } so
that my family can hear him yell at
the top of his voice is clever. " Wash
ington Star.
Northern in o-t Ilailrond.
The northernmost railroad in the
world has its southern terminus in
Lulea , a town of almost 5000 inhab
itants , in northern Sweden , near the
head of the gulf of Bothnia.
When the story of a girl's marriage
gets out , she says : "I just knew pa
would go and blab It"
No amount of exposure will make a
jgcum an Immune in a love affair.
MEN WHO DELIVER MAIL.
Heart Tragedies tha * Line tlie Ronto
of Letter Carriers.
"Tell you a story ? Why , yes , I might
fell a good many stories if that was in
my line. " The gray carrier blew a
pearly wreath of smoke upward and
flecked the dead ash from his cigar , "
says the Denver News. "Let me see.
There's an old lady on iny route down
in Alabama who sits knitting the live
long day by the front room window.
Every morning and afternoon when I
whistle at the door of her next door
neighbor she lays down her knitting
and peers with a tired , eager face out
of that window until I go by. She's
got a boy somewhere out West. He
doesn't write to her twice a year. Yet
twice each day the whole year through
she sits there with that anxious look ,
waiting , waiting , waiting. I feel a
twitch at my own heart every time 1
pass by and see the look of expectancy
fade into disappointment. Sometimes j
I'd give S.'tQ to be able to stop and give
her five lines from that good-for-noth
ing boy of hers for whom she's eating
out her heart. ' '
"That minds me. " said a younger
man who heard the gray carrier's
story , "of a pretty baby on my route
in a Louisiana city. She's a dainty
tot about or maybe . " 5 years old. She
has bluo-gr.iy eyes like a woo.l violet
that look a fellow straight to the heart
Some little girLs can do that after rhey
are older. This tot's mamma died six
months airo. and for a month aft ° r
ward she used to come tripping down
the walk to meet me with a little white
note in her hand , and look'ng me to the
heart out of those big. tru. ting eyes ,
she would say : ' .Mr. Postman , won't
you please lake this letter to my mam
ma in heaven ? ' I used to rake the
dainty missive from the wee pink hand
I couldn't tell her how far away liei
mamma was. One d.iy she came with
out a letter and there was pain in the
great , sweet eyes. 'Mr. Postman
baby wants a letter from mamma
Please , Mr. Postman , tell my mamma
me wants some letters , too. ' and. boys
every day for a week I had to p.uss
that baby with the p-iin in the gray-
blue eyes , and I wondered the angel ;
did not find some way some how tc
make her baby heart understand. "
| FOUND A FRIEND WHEN IN NEED.
A venerable man now prominent ir
Western railway circles , but in hi ?
youth a comparatively poor boy in s
little town in central Illinois in tin
thirties , told this story not long ago af
> a social gathering :
"I was only a boy , " he said , "but )
wanted to see a little of the world
My father hadn't much money , nobodj
had money , in fact , but he fitted me
up as well as he could , with a suit ol
his own making , for he managed tc
pick up a living , even in that frontiei
village , as a tailor , and sent me tc
Springfield for a little visit A hattci
In town made me a sort of plug hat
such as nobody of this generation evoi
saw ; and with all my belongings , ex
cept what I had on , in a little , hair
covered trunk , I went to Springfield
It was then a two days' journey.
"I made something of a sensation iu
my spike-tailed coat and high hat , bu )
I was having a good time until a ca
lamity happened to me. There was a
big political meeting of Whigs it
Springfield on the day I arrived there
and my trunk somehow got mixed uj
with the baggage of the politicians and
disappeared when they did. What be
came of it I don't know. I never saM
It again.
"There I was. without a cent of mon
ey , away from home for the first timi
hi my life , among strangers , and I waj
about as dosolate a boy as you evei
saw. When 1 discovered my loss '
wandered about the streets , forlonj
arxl forsaken , till I was nearly tired t <
death , and then I sat down on a door
tep and cried.
"Presently somebody tapped me 01
the shoulder. I looked up , and a pleas
ant-faced stranger was standing befon
me.
" 'What's the matter , son ? ' he said
"I told him my story.
" 'So the Whigs have robbed you
have they ? ' he said , patting me on th |
head. 'Well , that's bad. But chee
up , my boy ! Things might be a goo <
deal worse. What Is your father *
name. ? '
"I told him.
" I know him , ' he said. 'I'll writ *
to him. '
"He did , and this was the letter :
" 'Springfield , 111. . Aug. 7 , 1S3Mr
Blank : Dear Sir I found your boy 01
the street here to-day , without anj
clothing except what he was wearing
Please send him some more Youn
truly. A. Lincoln. ' ;
"That was the end of my troubles
and there is no recollection of my lifl
that I cherish with a deeper sense q
gratitude than I do that one.- "
Youth's Companion. ;
)
When to U * < - "Sh-ill" anM "Will. "
"At what time shall you be at lib
erty ? " is the correct form when 301
"de-ire information , not consent or j
promise. " "At what time will you to
at liberty ? " Is equivalent to "At whal j
time ore you willing to be at liberty ? '
It implies that being at liberty is do
pendent on the will of the person spok
en to. "At what time shall you be a
1'horty ? " is equivalent to "At wha
time are you going to be at liberty-
being at liberty is regarded as simplj
a matter of the future , not dependen !
on the will of anybody. "Will you ? ' |
expects the answer "I will ; " it denote ;
willingness , consent , or determination1
"Shall you ? " expects the answer "I
:
shall ; " it denotes futurity and notiiku.
more. Ladies' Home Journal. J
SUPPOSE WE SMILE.
HUMOROUS PARAGRAPHS FROM
THE COMIC PAPERS.
Pleasant Incidents Occurring the
World Over Savings that Are Cheer
ful to Old or Younjr Funny Selec
tions that Everybody Will Knjoy.
"Women are certainly queer crea
tures. " remarked the old physician.
"What is it now ? " asked the drug-
gis : .
"Why , " answered the old pill dis
penser , "I just received a postal card
from a woman patient marked 'Per
sonal. ' "
Had Not J > cei < led.
Theatrical Manager Here's a letter
from the lithographer , and he wants
to know what will be the color of your
ha ! this season. "
Actress Tell him I'll wire him next
Aeek. .
Very Active.
Joues Were j'ou there when they
passed around the cheese ?
Smith Yes ; I tool : an active part.
Best Course.
"Husband , " wailed the speckled hen ,
"I laid my eggs high up in the loft and
some one took them. What s-hould I
do now ? "
"Lay low ! " chuckled the red rooster ,
as he strutted away.
Ilia Confession.
"To what , " asked the inquisitive per
son , "do you owe your success in life ? "
"To my wife , " replied the man who
was in the tax-dodger class.
"Woul 1 you mind giving me further
details ? " asked the 1. p.
"Details are scarce , " replied the cap
italist. "I simply married a widow who
had half a million in cold cash. "
An Awful Jolt.
"I say , barbah , " queried the very
young man as he paused at the door of
a crowded tonsorial parlor , "how long
will I aw have to wait fob. a shave ? "
"Oh , " replied the barber as he glanc
ed at the beardless face of the speak
er , "you might come back in a couple
of years. "
Not a ompliment.
"I see Reginald has changed his mind
and decided to prosecute the owner of
the automobile that ran over him. "
"Yes , indeed. At first he thought it
was the racing machine of a Newport
millionaire , but now he finds it only
belonged to a common broker. "
Useless.
Sue Yes , it was terribly lonesome
down to the beach. No one to make
love.
Belle But you said there was one
man down there ?
Sue Yes ; but he was no use to us.
He was the "armless wonder" from the
museum.
I > ld Not Understand.
"What on earth's the matter with
Mrs Safte , anyhow ? "
"Jealous of Safte , I guess. She's
> een made ever since he tol 1 her the
jth r day that he was going to buy a
lew ribbon for his typewriter. "
A Draw.
Summer Boarder Tell me something
o decide a bet. Is that horse of yours
ider than the wagon ?
The Farmer They're twins. Puck ,
Like a Hook.
"Mrs. Judson says she knows her
nisbaud like a book. "
"Yes. and she treats him like one. "
"How's that ? "
"Treats him carelessly And shuts him
Ready to Take Chances.
First Old Maid Well , you know ,
narriage is a lottery , and I truly be-
ieve It.
Second Old Maid So do I ! But where
lo you suppose I could get a ticket ?
As Tn licnted.
Ping That fellow Grasplt certainly
nows the value of a dollar.
Pong Been trying to borrow one ol
iim ? Chicago News.
I I'ractical Kxpcriencc.
I "What we require. " said the man
aging editor , "is the services of a man
capable of taking full charge of our
' ' capable of an
'Query Box. Are you
swering all kinds of questions ? '
"Well , I rather guess yes , " replied
the applicant. "I'm the father of elev *
en children. " Chicago News.
Awaited.
Young Man-So Miss Ella Is your
oldest sister ? Who comes after her ?
Small Brother-Nobody ain't come a3
yet ; but pa says the first fellow that
conies can have her. Pearson's.
Jn Good shape.
"That young Binder who married the
Mixer girl says he's going right to
housekeeping. "
"Indeed. Is he well fixed ? "
"I guess he is. One of his friends
had enough coal to
told me that he
I bust him through the winter. " Cleve
land Plain Dealer.
The Real Problem.
" that will be abl
"Do you expect you
to make a living machine that will
really fly ? "
"I'm absolutely certain of it , " an
swered the inventor. "It's no trouble
at all to get a Hying machine to fij
The difficulty is to make one that will
let you have some idea of which way
it is going and how it will light.-
Washington Star.
An Advantage.
"Wealth has its embarrassments
"Yes , " answered Mr. Cumrox with l I
" ' to a mai
sigh. "It's a great advantage
to be able to say he must stay at hoint
and work instead of being draggeS
around from one fashionable resort ti
another. " Washington Star.
The Worrie 1 Housewife.
Husband What have you been look *
lug so blue about all day , my dear ?
Wife-I'm afraid our hired girl won'J
washwoman.- *
approve of our new
Boston Post.
They Coat Money.
She Certainly you have soml
friends ?
He Yes , but It takes every cent 1
can rake and scrape. Town Topics.
Kusv to Go OfT.
"So your former employer is eonsidl
ered a big gun ? " interrogated tin
friend.
"Yes , a rapid-lire gun , " sighed th4
clerk who had been discharged without
notice.
Customer ( looking over the stock- ?
I can't see a useful thing in all you4
stock.
Jeweler Of course you can't ! Thesa
are all wedding presents. Pearson's.
Point of View.
Duet "Who in the world wouldj
want to use that stuff ? "
Knjoyable.
"How did you enjoy the automoblld
parade ? "
"Very much indeed , " answered thd
timid pedestrian. "It was very gratlJ
fying to see so many automobile pro *
prietors going along peacefully , all La
honor bound not to run over the peopld
in front of them. " Washington Star.
The Late Arrival.
"Was old Bender sober when he
came home last night ? "
"Judge for yourself. He thought a
lightning bug was a street lamp and
tried to light his cigar by it. " Chicago
The Only One.
Madge What's the prize in the girls'
ping-pong tournament ?
Marjorie The young man who has
just arrived. Puck.
The Thorn and the Rose.
Mrs. Ternperton I've got the dearest
aid darling of a husband that ever hap
pened. He has an awful temper and
nbout once a month he gets mad and
tears up my best hat.
Miss Singleton And you call him a
lear old darling after that ? How cap
you ?
Mrs. Temperton Well , you see , ha
ilways has a fit of remorse next daj
ind buys me a better one. "
Fred ly's Preference ,
"What does Freddy like to play ? "
isked the caller.
"Freddy , " replied papa , "likes fcj
ilay whatever games mamma ajnd J
lecide are too rough for him. "
Welt Watered.
Stubb You complain about thea
rtreets being damp. Why , I know a
: ! ty where the streets are always a
icld of water.
Penii What city is that ?
Stubb Venice.
Tint Not Patisfier.
The Author This is all nonsens
ibout the literaiy
profession being un-
leal thy.
The Poet Of course. Why , it Is th
rreatest appetite producer in Che
Impossible.
Biggs They say Mrs. Gabbleton tj
juihy of an attempt at blackmail
Diggs I don't believe it.
Biggs Why not ?
Digjs Xo woman on earth woulf
fclnk af accepting "husk monej. * *
