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"I have found it out," said he; "there are two parties to the
theft--your wife and your youngest son. Go to the hucksters of the town,
and ask them if they will buy any more butter like the last of yours
that they bought, and, depend on it, you will find out the truth."
"Then you think, sir, it was my wife and son between them that stole the
butter?"
"Not a doubt of it, and if you tell them that I said so, they will
confess it. You owe me five shillings."
The farmer put his hand in his pocket, and placing the money before
him, left the room, satisfied that there was no earthly subject, past,
present, or to come, with which the learned conjurer was not acquainted.
The next individual that came before him was a very pretty buxom
widow, who, having made the venerable conjurer a courtesy, sat down and
immediately burst into tears.
"What is the matter with you, madam?" asked the astrologer, rather
surprised at this unaccountable exhibition of the pathetic.
"O, sir, I lost, about fifteen months ago, one of the best husbands that
ever broke the world's bread.


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