Arizona republican., 1910-06-15

the corner from us" went on the low browed man, was always pestering my 1 dog. I gave 30 cents for that dog. and
 I won't see him downtrodden or op- pressed. l warned Quackenbush sever al times that if he didn't quit hitting my dog with bricks there would be ar uprising. He paid no attention to what 1 said so ] went over to his humble abode and smote him hip and
 thigh. Since then he has acted like a perfect gentleman, and my cog can sit under his window and howl all
 night and old Quackenbush pretends
 to like it. He'd rather hear that dog than Caruso."
 If you treat a neighbor that way
 you are sadly lacking in principle" said
 the professor.
 m argue that out with the dog
 when I go home. For a few days there
 were strained relations between us. I
 treated Quackenbush with silent con
 tempt and he sent circular notes to the
 powers explaining that a rank injust-
 ice had been done him. but he got no
 sympathy. Then he came over with
 an olive branch and a treaty of peace
 was signed, and we are good friends again. The thing l want you to mo-
 tice is that peace negotiations were opened by Quackenbush, not by me. That's mans nature. If you punch a mans head, it is for the punchee to apologize and treat for peace. I don't suppose you could make a woman see the matter in that light"
 Tt isn't light, it is darkness" re- sponded the professor. Such a theory might be expected of a heathen"
 The heather are good people when sou understand them" declared the low browen man. Every once in a while my Aunt Julia gets so cranky that it is trial to live on the same block with her. She fusses around the house like an old clucking hen, and it's impossible to please her. She rails and nags at me until my blood boils in my veins. She calls me names and throws things at me. Day before yes terday I happened to step into the kitchen without cleaning my shoes and left tracks on the floor. At ordinary times she'd have rebuked me gently, maybe with the dishcloth. or something else that wouldn't leave a scar. But she was in one of her tantrums. so she reached for her trusty old sauce pan with the long handle-and dotted me one on the top of the head. I just looked at her responsibility and went to the barn and kept house there the rest of the day.
 Tt was after dark when I went to the house and Aunt Julia had the fin est supper ready for me. She had dug up everything that she knew I was fond of And while I was eating she just lowered around me, asking if there was anything else l would like and throwing compliments at me with a scoop shovel. I was the best man she ever knew and she simply couldn't keep house without me. It was won derful to see how the cows prospered under my care, and everything I put my hand to was well done. She didn't merely offer the olive branch; she pushed it into my face.
 T hope you met her overtures half way, and showed that you entertained no hard feelings" said the professor.
 Not on your twining whiskers, my dear professor. If I had done that she'd have been on the war path again next morning. I drew a long face and groaned every once in a while as though my heart and head were brok- an, and every glance I gave her was I stern rebuke. I have followed that plan ever since and I'm living on the pest the market affords. have straw berry shortcake twice a day and steak for dinner. I'll re- ent by degrees. of course. but I can't afford to soften my hard and stony heart all at once"
 You may inform your Aunt Julia," 'aid the professor, with some emotion, that when she has worn out that ong-handled saucepan I'll consider it a privilege to be permitted to buy her | new one.-Chicago News.