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What’s in a Name?
The sun was just setting when Johnson Thomas, a Seaman, filled with Joy on his HalUday, dropped over the side of the ship into a rowboat and
bet he would come back from his shore leave a rich man.
It was dark when a long Row land&d him on the edge of a Claybrook. He proceeded towards a large house standing in a big lot, surrounded
by the largest oaks he had ever seen. Lombardy populars grew along a high wall. Bridget, the cook, was putting out the lights.
“The JJnll house is dark,” he said, as he Craned his neck over the wall, “and I have Knott a light.” Nevertheless, Fearing nothing, he opened a window just as the clock struck eleven. Jumping in, he landed on some nut Meigs scattered on the floor and fell among them. On
getting up his head encountered a shelf on which were rows and rows of Gorton's well-known codfish.
“ Cluverlns!” he exclaimed. “ T must seek a Hyer and Butterfield.’' Putting action to words, he climbed into the dumb-waiter, saying, “If I stay in this. I’ll surely Rice.”
One of the girls who had been oVerlenden some money to a friend, heard his hands Tappan along the wall and believing it to be the cat, called: “Here Keed\, Keedy!” Her words were cut short. She reached
for a Beebe gun which hung on the wall of her room. With a rush he Foster into her room and preceived in a glance that she was wearing a necklace which must Jcosta lot. “ Come,” he says in a Searley voice, “ I’m
after gold.” She kneels on the floor and in beseeching tones cries out, “Have you no veMorse manl Give me back my necklace. It was a
Valentlne from President Van Buren to my great-grandmother.” “Well,” says the robber, “ give me half and it will be all right. With that
much my Detwlller been paid.
As he speaks thus the sound of dog’s paws Patterson the hall floor so he leaps from the window. As he rushes across the fields he hears the dog barking in the distance. With a glad sigh the sailor gets into his boat and rows into the Troth of the sea, saying, “Ain’t this a Grandln
glorious feeling?”
M. Valentine.
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