One Such Man Was Enough
He was awaiting her reply, and it carne tiuged with a slight suspicion of business. She was a young widow. "I can not conceal from you, Mr. Smith," she said, "and I would not if I could, that the warm sentiments you have just expressed are not unpleasing to me, and, in a measure, voice my own regard. But before I promise to intrust my future happiness into your kccping I must ask a question. Are you ever troubled with dyspepsiaí" Mr. Smith foolishly admitted that he was. "Then all is over between us," said the fair widow. "My first husband had dyspepsia." Then the unfortunate dyspeptic went out into the night, and in his despair ate three Welsh rarebits befóte going to
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