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TALES OF TWO COUNTRIES.
"What was her name?" he shrieked, gripping his uncle by the arm.
"Ow!" cried his uncle, "Miss Beck."
Then Hans collapsed upon the bench.
But scarcely had he sunk down before he sprang up again, with a loud cry, and drew out of his coat-tail pocket a knubbly little object, which he hurled away far down the avenue.
"What's the matter with the boy?" cried Uncle Frederick, "What was that you threw away?"
"Oh, it was that confounded Blücher," answered Cousin Hans, almost in tears.
—Uncle Frederick scarcely found time to say, "Didn't I tell you to beware of Blücher?" when he burst into an alarming fit of laughter, which lasted from the Palace Hill far along Upper Fort Street.
THE END.
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