Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1913-12-05
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the bishop Then l think he remem-
bered that they didn't know who he
was, and he smiled and started to
turning the glass again.
"Pardon!" he said. "Is it not better?
What do women know of money? They
throw 1t away on trifies, dress, jewels
women are extravagant. 1t
is one result of their-of their spoil
ing"
Mr.. Pierce got up and emptied his
pipe into the fire. Then he turned.
''I'm afraid you have not known the
best type of American women" he
said, looking hard at the prince. "Our
representative women are our middle
class women. They do not contract
European alliances, not having sufi-
Client money to attract the attention
of the nobility, or enough to buy titles,
as they do pearls, for the purpose of
adornment."
Mr.. Won invalid got up, and his face
was red. Mr.. Pierce was white and
sneering.
Also" he went on, when they
marry they wish to control their own
money, and not see it spent in-ways
with which you are doubtless familiar"
We were all paralyzed. Nobody
moved. Mr.. Pierce put his pipe in his
pocket and stalked out, slamming the
door. Then Mr.. Won invalid shrugged
his shoulders and laughed.
"T see / shall have to talk to our
young friend" he said and picked up
his glass. I'm afraid I've given a
wrong impression. like the Ameri-
can women very much; too WE'LL" he
went on with flash of his teeth, look
ing around the room, and brought the
glass to the spring for me to fill. But
l can tell good bit about man from
the way he gives me his glass, and he
was in a perfect frenzy of rage. When
I reached it back to him he gripped
it until his nails were white.
Tillie brought the supper basket for
the shelter-house about six o'clock and
sat down for a minute by the fire. She
said Mr. Pierce Garter to herr had
started out with a gun about five
o'clock. 1t was foolish, but it made
me uneasy.
She got up, leaving the basket on
the hearth.
Just then heard shot from the di-
rection of the deer park, even Tillie
noticed how pale 1 got.
q don't know what's come over you,
Minnie" she said That's only Mr.
Carter shooting rabbits: saw him go
out as I started down the path"
l was still nervous when l put on my
shawl and picked UP the basket. But
there was a puddle on the floor and
| the soup had spilled. There was moth.
| ing for it but to go back for more SOUL
| and l got it from the kitchen without
| the chef seeing me. When l opene
the springhouse door again Mr.. Piercs
was by the fire, and in front of him.,
where left the basket, lay dead rat,
bit. There was no basket in sight.
WELL" l asked, did you change my
basket into a dead rabbit?'
Basket" he said, looking up
What basket?"
looked everywhere, but the basket
was gone, and after while | decided
that Mr.. Dick had had an attack OF
thoughtfulness Tor hunger) and had
carried it out himself.
And all the time 1 looked for the
basket Mr.. Pierce sat with the gun
across his knees and stared at the
rabbit
I'D thank you to take that messy
thing out of here" told him.
Poor little chap!" he, exclaimed
"He was playing in the snow, and
killed him-not because / wanted food
or sport, Minnie, but-well, because
had to kill something"
81 hope you don't have those attacks
often," said. He looked at the rabbit
and sighed.
Never in my life!" he answered
For food or sport, that's different, but
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