The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1912-08-14
He Got a
Chance

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,=-E-eo;. should select something
soo-1.,g AID mid L vas : nslig-
rsot .E.s thz. led hin into Ire saars
Q. IL bcok agent Eao was selling
~Tas worlds Creates. Crimes si -
d-ceS rates and n a. attractive cloth
binding
Wien DsI,uere reached home that
riga. be found his wife waiting .or
hin. she vas pointing 20 the opened
bundle O. books much gs one o. r.
acsd disposition nigh; point a. vipes
OF : dynamite bo1b.
VIA, OF earth" she began q.
once. do you mean By buying that
Etu.. James DiIlnere' Why, Il
caught Jimmy With = volume ot crimes
Il his hand"
You aren't going 20" said D1llmere.
They are not FOR Jimmy's youthful
intelligence. 4 mature niad can read
without harm about deeds Of v!o-
lence-"
That book agent must have been a
good tzker." said MrE. Dillmere,
gr!nly. "Yo1u have 20 keep those
books on your closet shelf Or Johnny
and I don't see. anyhow, why on
earth you should want TO read such
things when there are go many nice
books"
I'm tired o. nice books" said Dill
mere recklesly. I've had Eurte!t o.
recipes for tatting and prescriptions
for making a china cabinet out o!
packing box. Ny mind needs stimu-
lating Anyhow, II is matter Of edu.
cation. I am ashamed 10 be ignorant
Of what has happened in the world"
After dinner Dillmere retired into
the fastness Of an easy chair with his
books and promptly vas lost 10 his
family.
Him" coughed Mrs. Dillmere az
last in desperation, 'T looked at new
coats for Johnny today"
Silence.
HIN" began she again. Grace
telephoned that her uncle was dead.
I wonder II he left anything? She's
always expected that he would"
Silence.
Mrs. Dillmere looked at her husband.
His eyes were popping out Of his head
and he breathed deeply. James" she
proceeded in conversational voice.
"the bank failed today. Your father
murdered your mother. I fell down
stairs and broke my neck"
"Um" answered James vacantly.
Mrs. Dillmere rose and swept the
book from his hands.
why don't you listen to me?' she
demanded.
"Whew" breathed her husband.
"They were going some in the middle
ages, II you didn't like fellow you
just put cold poison in his tea and II
he wouldn't drink it you choked him
till he did Nobody seemed TO mind
wholesale slaughter II you had money
enough to awe the populace. 1t must
have been fierce."
That night Mrs Dlllmere woke Up
70 find her husband pacing the floor.
Somehow" he said, Il can't sleep.
Are you sure the back basement win.
dows are locked? thought | heard
some one on the basement stairs
little while ago, / don't see what Is to
prevent burglar from walking In at
the open bedroom windows from the
room. There! Did you hear that"
ITS that book you were reading"
declared Mrs. Dillmere. 60 to bed"
Dillmere persisted In reading the
books. Occasionally when the hor-
rors grew too great for him to bear
alone he related them to his wife
after Johnny had gone to bed.
'I don't see how they earned l!v-
ing in those days" Dillmere said one
evening. "After every fellow got
through his daily stunt Of poisoning a
few relatives. beheading a whole vii
lage, robbing cathedrals and burning
up castles he naturally would not have
much energy left for the milder pur-
suits OF life"
Mrs. Dillmere woke that night to find
the lights turned on and Dillmere
perched on a chair endeavoring to
climb the wall.
James," she shrieked.
"Hush!" said James impatiently.
I'm escaping. II l get to the top OF
this wall and drop into the moat be-
low Caesar Borgia and his minions
cannot fnd me to make me drink the
poison! They are burning up the bod
les OF the people whose heads they
have chopped off. but I'll have to
hurry"
A little later, while he mopped the
cold water from his person-for his
wife's aim at his head with the tum-
bier OF water had not been good owing
to her excitement-Dillmere demand
ed: What's the use OF raising such q
row? Wh-what did you try to drown
me for?"
Because I didn't want you to go
through the roof in your pajamas," re-
piled his wife sternly. James Dill
mere. you've got to give those awful.