If tliar’s any more vacancies on the Supremo
Bench, give 'em to the women. They alius
let by-gones be by-gouea That's tho Ijee of
of Mrs. Davy Davy Number Two." “How came
he to go there!" “Bless your soul! she went
au’ found him at Bloomin'ton, Illinoy. Davy
Davy married a Massachusets lady; she was
true blue, but she died. Davy Davy says, out
of ilia widerish misery: *ls thar any pa rof
eyes I particklor re co deck as sympathizin' with
my state of mind?’ ’Yes,' he answers right
peart, thar's a young lady from North Carlinv
1 see once at Bloominton, Illinoy! Baine stock
a« my wife, too. Whor's Fayetteville? He
reached down the map, and thar ho found Mrs.
Davy Davy, as he knowed by a warm place ou
the map tnal kind of burned his buzzum. He
felt he was on the right track and dusted."
A Cruel Joke.
Chicago Herald.
