The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1876-12-28

| ''And get hung!"
81 don't think they'll hang thce,'' re-
turned the Quaker cody. s'Thee can go
over to his place and get him all alone
| by thyself. Or thee can meet him in
some by-road. Nobody need see thee,
and when he's dead, I think people will
be more glad than sorry
"Do you think I'm no better than
murderer, to stain my hands with blood. -
| 'sWho said anything about staining
thy hands with 2" said the Quaker.
"Why, you"
"Thee's mistaken never used the
word blood"
But you suggested it. .
''No, advised thee to kill.thy enemy
lest some day he should kill thee
''Isn't killing murder 90
'There are more ways than one to kill
an enemy" said the Quaker. 'I have
killed a good many in my time, and no
stain of blood can be found on my gar
ments. lfy acay Of killing enemies IS
to make them friends. Kill neighbor
Hardy with kindness, and theell have
no more trouble with him."
A sudden light cleaned over Mr.. Lev
ering's face as if cloud had passed.
GA new way to Kill people"
''The surest way to Kill enemies, as
thee'n find, if thoe'il only try
s'Let me see. How shall we go about
it ?" said Paul Leyering, taken at once
| with the idea.
/ 'sIf thee has the viii, friend Levering
it will not be long before thee finds the
way"
And so it proved Not two hours af-
| terWards, as Mr.. lowering WAS driving
into the village, he found Dick Hardy
with a stalled cart load of stone. He was
whipping his horse and swearing at him
| passionately, but to no purpose. The
cart wheels were buried halfway to the
axles in stiff mud, and defed the strength
Of one horse to move them. On seeing
Mr.. Levering, Dick stopped pulling and
swearing, and getting On the cart, com
menced pitching the stone off on to the
| side of the road.
s'Hold on bit, friend Hardy said
| Leyering, III pleasant voice, as he dis
mounted and unhitched his horse. But
! Dick pretended not to hear, and kept Cn
| pitching off the stones. 'Hold on, I
say, and don't give yourself all that
| trouble" added MIR. Lever1ng, speaking
in louder voice, but in kind and cheer
| ful tones. ''fwo horses are better than
one. With Charley's help we'H soon
| have the wheels on solid ground again.
Understanding now what was meant,
Dicks hands fell almost nervcless by his
side. s'There," said Levering, as he
| put his horse in front of Dicks and
made the traces fast. Zone pull and the
thing is done" Before Dick could get
down from the cart it was cut Of the
mud-hole, and without saying q word
more, Levering unfastened his horse
| from the front Of Dicks animal, and
hitching up again rode on.
On the next day Mr.. Levering saw
Dick Hardy in the act OF strengthening
a bit Of weak fence through which Lev
erings cattle had broken once or twice,
thus removing temptation, and saving
the cattle from being beaten and set on
by dogs.
'sThee's given him bad wound, friend
Le7ering, said the Quaker, on getting
information of the two incidents just
mentioned, s:and it will be thy own fault
if thee does not Kill him."
Not long afterwards, in the face OF an
approaching storm, and while Dick Har-
dy was hurrying to get in some clover
nay, his wagon broke down. Mr.. Lev
ering who saw from one of his fields the
incident, and understood what its loss
might occasion, hitched up his own wag
on, and sent it over to Dick 5 assistance.
With storm coming on that might last
for days and ruin from two TO three tons
Of hay, Dick could not declin9 the offer,
though it went against the grain to ac
cept favor from the man he had hated
for years, and injured in SO many ways.
On the following morning Mr.. Lev
ering had visit from Dick Hardy. 1t
was raining fast. 1--we comc,' said
Dick, stammering and confused, and
looking down on the ground instead of
into MI. Levering's face, ''to pay you
for the use of your team yesterday, in
getting in my hay. I should have lost
it # you hadn't sent your wagon, and it
is only right I should pay you for the
use of it.
81 shonld be very sorry, answered
Paul Levering, cheerily. ''if couldn't
do neighborly turn without pay. You
are quite welcome, friend Hardy, to the
wagon. I am more thar paid in know
ing that you saved that nice field of clo-
ver How much cid you get?"
'sAbout three tons. But, Mr.. Lever
| ing, L must"
sNot word, If you don't want to Of
feEfd me-" interrupted Levering. 81
trust there isn't man around here that
wouldn't do as much for neightor in
time of need. Still, if you feel embar
rassed-if you don't wish to stand my
debtor, pay me in good will
Dick Hardy raised lis eyes slowly.
and looking in strange, wondering way
at Mr.. Levering, said s'Shal ne not
be friends p Mr.. Levering reached on.
iishaDd Hardy crashed Ii with a quick