AN IMPOSTOR.
“Truth is stranger than friction,” said Mrs. Partington,
as she listened to one who came to her with a fearful
story of incredible calamity. “I 'm not nat'rally
incredible; but, if you had n't told the story yourself, I
should n't have given credulity to it. You 'd better go
to the society for the prevention of porpoises; for they
are very malevolent, and might give you something to
do.” How thankful the individual seemed to feel at her
kindness; and he went off invoking blessings upon her,
though she marvelled very much to see him go in an
opposite direction from that she had indicated. The
something to do had evidently staggered him.
