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Two refined-looking ladies sat in the members' R-aJlery of the House of itepresentatives, pieking out the variOtis Btatesmen on the floor with the aid of the chairt in the congressional directory. A rather vociferously attiredyoung lady sauntered in and took a ecat beside them. "Do teil ïne where Jerry Simpson Is !" exelaimed the newcomw; "I havo lieard so much about him." One of the ladies pointed out the Alliance Kansan ín tbc arena beneath. "Oh, no, that tsn't Jerry Simpson," protested the loud young lady, coniirtently, "I ■would know him because I have seen his pictures." "And I liave known Mr. Simpson for some time myself," replied the lady. 'Wel!, he does not seem to be aucb ■a bad looking man after all," the Yocifea'ous youns lady commentcd ter a oareful sci-utiny. "I wonder if he brought hie wife with hlm." "I Twlicve slie is in the city," the iquiet lady asserted. "X -would like to eee lier, too. They Öo say Bhe isn't so voi-y awiul. How ulo you suppose slie .likcs all the things tho papers say about liim ?" And the ïashionablc maiden rattled away in iregard to Mre. Stmpson. "She doesn'b miad it," responded the eider. "Do you know Mrs. Simpson, too?" inqulired tlic yoting Blghtseer. "Vry well," remaxked the other, : feerencly. "I am Irs. Simpson'."- Washington Post.