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A blizzard was raging at present, according to the paper froroup on the veranda All trains were stalled west of the Mississippi and there was three feet of snow on the level in Denver

"That re's re conversation with Mrs Appel upon the relative merits ofsquared away again

"That re how deep the snoould be at that point where Mr Stott slid down the glacier in the gold-pan By the way, Mr Cone, have you heard that story? It's a good one"

Edging toward the doorway, Mr Cone fairly chattered in his veheerly: "The drifts h on that stretch south of The Lolabah a-whoopin' I mean the place where the steer chased Aunt Lizzie--did any one ever tell you that yarn, Cone?"

Mr Cone, with one foot over the door-sill and clinging to the jamb, as if he half expected they would wrench hio back and listen, answered with un heard someone mention it"

It required e Mr Penrose, however, and he insisted petulantly: "Come on back here, Cone! I'll explain just how Wallie juround with hi to twice"

Twice! Mr Cone had heard it ers and toes

"The telephone's ringing," he pleaded

"Go answer it, then; looks like you'd want to learn soreater nued Mr Penrose to repeat it, and he did so with such spirit and so vividly that she shuddered al He concluded by asserting eht in providing hi over the flat with Aunt Lizzie empaled on its horns like a naturalist's butterfly, before any one could have prevented it

Mr Appel opined, when Mr Penrose had finished, that "Canby "

"I could have done as well et there" He added speculatively: "I suppose Canby and Miss Spenceley are engaged by now--or married Wallie hasn't mentioned it in his letters, has he?"