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A [faulty B,hyme. From a. pador, dimly lighted. Sof'tly comes all eager question: "Have yO\1 uo praise for my falsetto, Nothing' worth_y of suggestion? Cl1.!I1Cthe allswer just as softly, As ripples ki~s the coral reef, "No praise for your falsetto voice, dear, lllll [III for yonr false set 0' teeth. The lamp wcut out; poor" dear" stnyed in ; The!! words just like a rippling rill Were wafted From Iris sweetheart'S lips, Witb alt your faults I love you still. "PHAL%." .-. '\ ~li88 and Bli8ter. ! held her tiny hand ill minc, Aud clasped her precious form, And drained hel' lips of kisses sweet, So luscious and so warm; Aud wheu I paused for waut of breath, She raised her dimpled chin, And whispered low, "that's not ellO\lKh, Just put them there again." And just. as we did glue our lips To take tl kiss so sweet, Her Pn stepped ill nnd urok e the grip, For he brought his great big feel; They flew right out nnd fiercely fell, And made the biggest bit, And I'OW my tale of woe I'll tell: [ am saddest when I sit. '7'