A lady, a Roman Catholic, in her last illness, promised to leave a sum of money for charitable uses. When she was dying, she begged the priest to come nearer to the bedside, and gasped out: “ Father—l’ve given—-you——” ** Stay,” said the priest, anxious to have as many witnesses as possible to the expected statement, “ I will call in the family; ” and, opening the door, he beckoned them all in. “I’ve given you,’ repeated the old lady, with increasing difficulty, “ given you —a great deal of trouble,” Maud: “ And what will you do now that poor Flossie is gone?” Sibyl (mourning the demise of a favorite poodle): “I shall marry.”
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Page 3 Advertisements Column 1, Evening Star, Issue 8026, 1 October 1889
Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 8026, 1 October 1889
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