The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-07-03

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have one Of your veal pot-pies while !
was ait your house and here it is at the
livery start!
mo one thought it necessary to cor
rect the young mans mistake, SO our
guests enjoyed their zeal pot-pie to
their hearts content, They praised it
up to the skies, and with every com.
pliment, your Uncle Jake-he was a
little fellow then-would giggle. This
made Esther and me somewhat nerv-
Gus, but we got through dinner alright
right. Next morning we had some OF
that zeal served with a nice milk gravy,
and shortly after breakfast our guests
bade US good-b bye and continued their
Journey. We heard afterward that on
their return to their native place, they
declared that Mrs. Fanshaw had lost
none Of her old skill in cooking, and
that never in all their lives had they
eaten such a delicious pot-pie as she
gave them at our house"
We'll, said. Kitty, rising with a
sigh, think the carrying that poor
turtle home to be killed, was nearly as
bad as my sacrificing Topnoi, and ]
only hope Topnot VII meet with as
much approval as the turtle did. Come
along. Belle. we must hurry and dress.
we have only half an hour to do it inn
And thanking their grandmother for
her story, the girls ran out Of the room
together.
IL it Ever Right to Lief
Yontl's Companion.
Is 1T e right to liep This is one of
the questions that used to oe much dis
cussed in boys debating societies. We
well remember taking our part in such
discussions. In theory boys are apt to
be rather severe moralists. To the
best of our recollection the preponder-
ance of opinion Eamong the boys was
generally against falsehood in all its
forms.
Il defy gentleman on the other side,''
young orator once exclaimed, .sto
mention an instance of justifiable ly-
ing
nWell, Mr.. President replied one
of the boys, 81 offer the celebrated
falsehood uttered by the constable de
Bourbon before the walls of Rome. He
laynpon the ground MORALLY wounded,
his life ebbing away. Some soldiers
came rushing on to the assault, and not
recognizing their general in the dying
man, asked him if it was true that con
stable de Bourbon had been killed.
The expiring chief, unwilling to dis
courage his troops replied:
bourbon is at the front. March
ont
This story was at first a poser to the
lads. and it was commended, on the 9th
err side. that war reyerses some of the
most binding rules of morality, and
even makes killing men q meritorious
act. How much more would it Justify
a falsehood, spoken by a dying man
for a noble purposeP Nevertheless, in
all ordinary conditions, killing is
murder and lying is base.
At this point OF the debate, up start
ed q little fellow in a back seat, and
asked t'the gentleman in the aftirma-
tive" what was his authority for the
anccdote, adding that the story itself
might be a falsehood.
Such indeed it proved! The first
speaker had found the anecdote in his
French reader, but on referring the
next day to the accredited history OF
the Constable de Bourbon, he found no
trace of the supposed heroic lie. The
dying commander merely told some of
his comrades standing near to corer
HIM Nth a cloak, SO that the soldiers
might not be discouraged from contin-
uingg the attack by seeing their gener-
al dead.
Cheap Enough.
II guess I'll back on of it some
how, muttered Arthur Swain, draw
ing his new sled into the stable and
1cf ~ nv; :, y ~ ~ !, III, /, ., ,,ol, -, +l,o-.x ta.rel
"Back out of what?s asked his
brother. entering in time to hear Ar
thurs low words.
"Zakie Cole offers for my old sled
ten tents more than Oscar Blake, and
! think | shall let it go to the highest
bidder exclaimed Arthur in quite a
business-like tone.
But didn't you agree to let Oscar
have itPa asked Dennis, quite sur
prised at his brother sharpness.
Eyes, / told him thought 25 cents
all the sled was WORTH" replied Ar
thur, somewhat disconnected, ..but |
think now it is worth more, if Zakie
will give more
tBut you know Oscar expects to
nave it for % cents. returned Dennis.
lyon set your own price when he
asked what he should giye for it. l
wouldn't sell another boys sled,'' he
added somewhat scornfully.
II will sell my sled to the one who
will give the most for it, exclaimed
Arthur angrily. .'Thirty-five cents is
cheap enough
Cheap enough!!'' echoed u voice
from the gloomy depths of the room
beyond.
WHO is in thereps' and Arthur bolt
ed through the open door to ascertain
from whom the voice came.
sOh. Uncle Dana, then you think
my sled cheap enough at 25 centsp'
asked the boy, drawing the individual
found into the open air.
was not thinking of your sled at
all, was the quiet reply. Twas think
ing of something else that was cheap
enough
What else, unclep What is cheap
enough?o
"Aboy's honor, Arthur. Don't you
think ten cents cheap enough for
thatPp asked Uncle Dana, looking
at the lad.
Arthur colored, but said nothing.
ssTell me truly, Arthur'-and uncle
took the boys red face between his
hands-'had no other offer been made
to you, would you not have expected
Oscar to take the sled and pay 25 cents
for itpn
Eyes. uncle, I should. was the un-
hesitating reply.
Honor is honor, my lad, whether it
be IN your hands or in Oscar Blake's,
and 1t demands the same usage from
you that would be expected from an
other. Wheneveryou fail to do this
you sell your honor cheap, whether
you get ten cents or ten thousand dol
lars. !"