THE WRONG LEG.

Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 5039, 7 March 1885, Page 4

THE WRONG LEG.

" I left my son Shake in der shtore while, I comedown town." he began as be halted a patrolman, " und pooty qneek a man. tbalks in und.looks all aroundt und says : " ' Poy, I has got some badt news for you.' ■■■■•■■■■" " ' How vos dot ?' asks Shake. ' "' Veil, your fadder falls down on der shtreet and preaks his leg, und I vhas here to get a dollar to pay for a hack to bring him home.' •"No!" 11 • Dot vhas so.' " * Vhell, dot makes my poor boy Shake feel like a load on him, but hedoan' go quite grazy. He links it all oafer uod asks: " ' So my fadder broke his leg?' •'•Yes' "• Which leg was-it?' ; "♦-Der left leg.' ' " ' Are you sure ?" " 'Of course, I help to carry him into der City Hall.' " Den my poy Shake he laughs al! oafer, shusfc so- , and chuckles down in his pools, like dis ; and den he plows bolipe vhistle mit all his might, and dot schwindler runs avay." " So Jake doubted his story, eh ? " * " Of course." "Why?" " Veil, you look here a few times." He reached, down and pulled op the left pant leg, and the officer saw a neat and handy wooden limb. "You don't fool my poy Shake on wooden legs, und don't yom forget him ! " chuckled the old man as he waved his hand for a street car to take him aboard.