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Evening Star, Issue 16033, 9 February 1916, Page 1

He had told, her the age-old story, and torn with emotion, waited for a few short words that would decide his fate. Iroorge, she answered, 11 before I give you my answer you must tell mo some- ' thing. Do you drink anything?” A smile of relief lighted his handsome, countenance. Was that all she wanted to kiiow? Proudly, triumphantly ho clasped her in his arms, and whispered in her shqll-Jjke ear. “Anything,” he said. A garrulous attorney was arguing a case before a Judge. He had rambled on in such a desultory way that it became very ' difficult to follow his train of thought, , and the Judge had yawned ominously once or twice. Whereupon the long-winded lawyer, with a trace of sarcasm, said: “ I hope, your Honor, I am not unduly ' trespassing upon the time of the •Court.’’’ “My friend,” observed the Judge, “there ’ is a considerable difference between tros- ! passing on fcime and encroaching on eter- v ;