The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1914-02-20

A droll little CLEAN Of azure m!s
chief darted at him suddenly out Of
her eyes and then lodged back again
Aren't you Just little rash with
other peoples property"
Other people's?'
What will the owner say?"
lie bent back one OF the long iessa
mine stems and wound II around the
others II can answer for him. Be
sides, owe you something, you know,
| robbed you this morning--of yoar
brush'
She looked at him, abruptly serious,
"Why did you do that"
Sanctuary His two beady eyes
begged so hard for it Twenty raven
Gus hounds, they said, and dozen
galloping horses. And look what q
poor shivering little red.brown NOR
sci am
For just an instant the bronZe-gold
head gave a quick imperious toss, like
highmettled pony under the fitch
OF the whip. But as suddenly tbs
shadow OF resentment passed. the
mobile face under the bent hat,brim
turned thoughtful. She looked again
at him. DO you think it's wrong tc
kill things?' she asked gravely.
''Oh, dear. no." he smiled. .
haven't a single ism. I'm not even I
vegetarian"
but you would be II you had to XII
your own meat?"
Perhaps So many Of us would
AS matter of fact, don't hunt my
self, but I'm no reformer."
why don't you hunt?"
81 don't enjoy it." He flushed
slightly. IT hate firearms" he said. {
triae difflcultly Il always have.
don't know why. Idiosyncrasy. sup
pose, But | shouldn't care for hunt
ing, even with bows and arrows.
would kill tiger or a poisonous rep
tile, or anything else, in case OF neces
sity. But even then | should hardl,
enjoy It. | know some animals are
pests and have to be killed. Some
men do, too. But don't like TO do II
myself"
Wouldn't that theory lead 70 q
wholesale evasion Of responsibility
Perhaps, I'm no philosopher. But
q blackbird or red fox is so pretty
even when he is thieving. that I'd LEI
IL he IN
Lord High Executioner in The MI
kado' who was so tender-hearted that
he couldn't execute anybody and
planned to begin with gulneapigs and
work up. Only I'm afraid couldn'i
even mshage the gninea nigs;''' .,.g
She laughed. you wouldn't And
many to practice. on here. Do YOU
raise guinea.pigs M North"
All" he said ruefully, you tag me
too. Have / by chance q large letter
N tattooed upon my manly brow? Blu
suppose It's the accent Uncle JEFF
ferson catalogued ne In ave minutes
He said he didn't know why | wa!
from de Norf, but he knowed II
I've annexed him and his wife, by thu
way"
You're lucky to have them. Unc
jefferson and Aunt Daph might hav
slipped out Of plantation of the las
century. They're absolutely antebel
lum Most of the negroes are NOR
or less spoiled. as you'll find. III
afraid She turned the conversatio
bluntly. Had you seen Damon,
Court before"
NO. never"
do you like the general plan OF tn
placer
DO like IT." cried John Valiant
do | like it,"
quick pleasure glanced across he
face. ITS nice Of you tc say 1t tina
way. We ask that question so oftei
its become mechanical. You see. III
our great show-place.'
At that moment a patter OF foot
| steps aud shr;ll .shrieks came, flynn
over the last-year's leaves beyond thi
| lilac bushes. It's Hickey Snyder" sh'
said. peering out smilingly as tw'
children, pursued and pnrsuor. nurs
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