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M: I ses, ' I brought my hantiseptic hin and I want to bring it aht.' Well, sir, the Guv'ner scratched 'is 'ead, and 'e turned to the jiler, and 'e s#s' to 'im, ' Give the gentleman 'is hanti- septic !' The jiler sed, ' 'E never 'ad mor'n the things e's igot lion.' ' Guv'ner,' ses I, quite polite-like, ' this hig- norant hofftcial don't know what a hantiseptic his, I 'ad it rahnd my neck to keep the germs off, and 'e took it ocf me and gave me a bawth.' ' Hoh ! ' ses the jiler, ' I thought it was a mascot, and I threw the dirty thing away.' ' Well,' ses I, ' hisn't it a rule that heverythink ye bring hin ye can bring aht ? ' 'Yus,' ses the Guv'ner, 'that's "the lor.' 'Well,' ses I, ' let the lor tike its course. I want my hanti- septic.' •' Go and find 'is hantiseptic,' ses the Guv'ner to the jiler, 'ye never 'ad no business to tike it away.' And would ye believe it, sir, I 'ad to wite in that there jile three hextra days and three hextra nights—and "I was jest leanin' hup against a jeweller's window. . ." no compensation—before I got my hantiseptic. The jiler sed 'e 'ad to go to the Corporation abaht it. " But I've got it now, and I wouldn't be withaht it again fer hanythink. It's saved my life, it 'as, and the life of my family. It's kep the 'flu aht of our street, when hevery hother street rahnd abaht's a 'orspittle. Only this very mornin' the panel doctor came to me and arsked fer the loan of my hantiseptic. I told 'im strite if he 'adn't got a hantiseptic of 'is own 'e wasn't fit to be on the panel. But it goes to "I will let you1 ave my 'eart, sir, to 'ear you corf the way th,e hantiseP*ic /« you do. Ye've a very hugly com- ™S-*-crow*. plexion, sir, and yer sickenin' fer 'flu sure enough. I wouldn't part with this hanti- septic to my own brother, but I've kind of tiken a fancy to you. Sooner than see you get the 'flu and sink inter an early grive I'll let you 'ave the hanti- septic fer 'arf-a-erown." I was staggered at such generosity, and said that I could not dream of depriving him of so precious a possession. But the honest fellow closed my hand on it and said that it was mine. I gave him half-a-crown, and that same afternoon went to bed with a tem- perature of 1030. When Jones, having got his ticket, goes home onleave. By Gerald Pearce. Mr. Chimpanzee's flying machine. By F. M. W. ( 22 )
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