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JUDGE more than ten. It is not economi- HERE THEY cal, by any means.” “When you golf,” pursued the alicnist. pleasantly, “do you not generally drive two hundred and fifty yards? Especially when you happen to be playing alone?” The old gentleman laughed and shook his fine gray head. ‘Not I, I never drove over one hun- dred and fifty in my life, even when alone. I’m really a pretty rotten player, sir.” The great alienist made a fur- tive mark on his pad, and con- tinued. “Your dentist, now. He is, without any doubt, the best den- tist in the city, if not in the entire country, is he not? For otherwise you would not be using him, would you?” “Oh, Doc Long’s all right, I guess, but there are probably hundreds of better dentists right here in New York. He’s reason- able, that’s why I stay with him.” ain the inquisitor jotted a mark on the pad. “One more question,” he said gravely. “Your doctor—is he not the greatest specialist alive?” “T shouldn't say so, by a million miles,” answered the old gentle- man, shaking his head. ‘Just an average M. D., that’s all.” “Well?” demanded the jury, hanging on the great man’s word. “Cr as a coot,” said he, emphatically. “The most abnor- mal se I’ve seen in S Week-end use for a revolving house, Better call the wagon at once.” —Srtan Jones The Test “T tell you, gentlemen,” cried the dignified old man, “that these charges are absurd! I am no more out of my head than you are!” The jury hesitated. Certainly he did not appear irrational. Yet the testimony of relatives could not be lightly cast aside. They rested the case until next day, when the greatest alienist of them all was called. “Tell me, sir,” requested he, polishing his pince-nez on his spotless white beard, “tell me, do you get, say, twenty miles or more to the gallon with your car?” The defendant considered Rereree—La-a-d-ies an’ gen'lem-e-n, this bout has been thoughtfully.. “No,” he replied called off on account o’ hard feelin’ developin’ between the frankly. “In fact, I seldom get contenders. comicbooks.com