She Was No Deadhead

"Ma! I'vc made up my mind to marry Mr. (ilibtongue, and I shall ï-ely on you to win pa's consent." "Indeed, miss, and what reason havo ?ou to believe rno equal to this reinnce?" "Wcll, ma, you seo Glibtongue is the ncw coroner lor our district, and as pa'a political aspirations are all dead, I can insure tiiem a very quiet inqnest if you humor tne." "I presume 111 have to humor you, my dear." "That's a dear mamma! and, bosides, you always said I had sucli killinj; ways, and it may be that a coroner in the family won't prove such a deai!