. The Saturday evening post. in? asked the bridegroomof his bride. No, dear. But you see that Tazumikept his word. If hed been working for a white manI wonder if hed have kept it as well,suggested Dune. Hush, hush, Jap hater! cautioned thebride, giving her he-man an affectionateslap on the elbow. As they were passing what had once beenthe Bly property Dune slowed up between rows of naked trees, theysaw Mr. Shimba, Esq. He seemed to have grown a little stouter;and as he recognized his former half sharerhe removed his battered straw hat andgrinned from ear to ear. How nice for you!
. The Saturday evening post. in? asked the bridegroomof his bride. No, dear. But you see that Tazumikept his word. If hed been working for a white manI wonder if hed have kept it as well,suggested Dune. Hush, hush, Jap hater! cautioned thebride, giving her he-man an affectionateslap on the elbow. As they were passing what had once beenthe Bly property Dune slowed up between rows of naked trees, theysaw Mr. Shimba, Esq. He seemed to have grown a little stouter;and as he recognized his former half sharerhe removed his battered straw hat andgrinned from ear to ear. How nice for you! he cooed and hissedseveral times. Everything inside this ranch. And how is Mrs. Shimba? askedAnna, curious to know how that venturehad turned out. Ah, you look see how nice! Shimba waved a horny hand toward alittle dumpy figure, bending laboriouslyover a hoe. Beside the woman stood aperambulator from whose depths a feeblewail proclaimed that heaven had smiledvery promptly upon the house of Shimba. (the end). THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 67 This Ray-0-Lite TlasherGives Light Where and WhenYou Need it Most
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