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Takmg flve newspaper war-maps under one arm and a copy of the London Times under the other, Mr; White lei't the office and proceeded directly home ward, feeling more patriotic every moment. "Oh ! we're goingto lay 'em right out, Nancy !" he said, as he dropped his bat in the hall. "Did you order the flour?" sho asked in a careles tone. " Flour ! What do I care about flour ? The Russians have got Kars and half of the Turkish army !'' " Have, eh 1 Well, I hope that paperhanger Vfill be here in the rhorhiiig. You didn't think to see about - ■" " Bight here is Kars, and right here is where the Turks got mauled !" he exclaimed, as he knelt on the floor and traced one of the maps. " Did, eh ? Say, John, can't you rake off the lawn this morning, and do you see about the whitewashing ?" " Will you talk about whitewashing when all Europe is convulsed with war?" he flercely demanded is he shook the other four maps at her. "I - I'd like those oniou-beds marked out to-day," she replied. " Onion-beds marked out, when this very copy of the London Times editorially predicts that 1,000,000 armed men will be rushing at each other's throats in less than sixty days !" There was a dead silence until his finger rested on the city of Erzeroum, when he shouted : " Here she is ! Right around here is where tkey are making the. Turks howl for sugaï P' " By the way, John," she softly remarked, as she looked up, "don't you think that summer-kitchen will have to be re-shingled this spring ?" The girl who does general housework says he tore the five war-maps into 500 pieces, and banged the London Times against the wall with an awful thump as he jiunped out-doors ; but girls are sometimes prejudiced. Mr. White was in the corner grocery at half-past 11, saying to the proprietor : " Don't it make your blood jump as you read of the Európean situation ?" And the proprietor raked the cheese-knife on the edge of the counter to clean it, and replied : " Seems like I shall haf to kill dose poys who ent soap mit dis knife." How can you expect anybody but a warrior to feel as warriors do? - Detroit