The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-06-16

Aren't you just little rash with
other peoples property"
Other people's?"
What will the owner say?"
He bent back one Of the long 1essar
| others. Il can answer for him. Be-
sides, owe you something, you know.
l robbed you this morning-of your
brush
She looked at him, abruptly serious.
why did yon do that?" -
Sanctuary. His two beady eyes
| begged SO hard for 1t. Twenty raven
Gus hounds they said, and dozen
galloping horses. And look what a
poor shivering little red-brown NOR
sci l ami"
For just an instant the bronze-gold
head gave quick imperious toss, like
| a high.mettled pony under the flick
of the whip But as suddenly the
| shadow Of resentment passed; the
mobile face under the bent hat-br1m
turned thoughtful. She looked again
at him. DO you think it's wrong to
kill things?" she asked gravely.
"Oh, dear, no." he smiled. Il
haven't a single ism. I'm not even q
vegetarian"
But you would be If you had to kill
your own meat?"
Perhaps So many of us would.
AS matter of fact, I don't hunt my
self, but I'm no reformer.'
why don't you hunt?"
II don't enjoy it." He flushed
slightly. Il hate firearms" he said, q
trifle difficulty II always have. l
don't know why. Idiosyncrasy, 1 sup
pose. But I shouldn't care for hunt
ing, even with bows and arrows.
would kill a tiger or poisonous rep
tile, or anything else. In case OF neoes-
sity. But even then should hardly
enjoy it. I know some animals are
pests and have to be killed Some
men do, too But don't like to do it
myself"
Wouldn't that theory lead to a
wholesale evasion Of responsibility -
Perhaps I'm no philosopher. But
blackbird or red fox Is so pretty,
even when he is thieving, that I'd let
him have the corn. I'm like the
Lord High Executioner in The MI
kado' who was SO tender-hearted that
he couldn't execute anybody and
planned to begin with gufnea-pigs and
work up. Only I'm afraid | couldn't
even manage the guinea-pigs."
She laughed. You wouldn't find
many to practice on here. Do you
raise guinea-pigs up North"
All" he said ruefully, you tag me,
too. Have by chance large letter
N tattooed upon my manly brow? But
1 suppose it's the accent. Uncle JEFF
ferson catalogued me In five minutes.
He said he didn't know why I was
from de Norf,' but he 'knowed' It.
I've annexed him and his wife, by the
way"
You're lucky to have them. Unc'
Jefferson and Aunt Daph might have
slipped out of plantation OF the last
century. They're absolutely antesbel-
lum. Most of the negroes are more
or less spoiled, as you'll find, I'm
afraid" She turned the conversation
bluntly. Had you seen Damory
Court before?"
mo, never"
''Do you like the general plan Of the
placer" =
do 1 like it," cried John Valiant.
DO like it,"
A quick pleasure glanced across her
face. Its nice of you to say 1t that
way. We ask that question SO often
it's become mechanical. You see, It's
our great show-place."
At that moment a patter of foot
steps and shrill shrieks came flying
over the last-year's leaves beyond the
lilac bushes. It's Hickey Snyder" she
said, peering out smilingly as two
children, pursued and pursuer, burst
into view "Hush!'' she whispered !;
II wonder what they are up to-"
The pair came In whirl through
the bushes The foremost was a
seven-year-old negro girl, in a single
short cottonade garment, wizened
barelegged and bareheaded, her black
wool parted In little angular patches
and tightly wrapped with bits of cord
The other was white and as freckled
as a turkeys egg, with hair cropped
like a. boys. She held carving
knife cut from a single, whose edge
had been deeply ensanguined by poke
berry juice. The pursued one STUN
bled over root and came to earth in
| heap, while the other bounced upon
her like wildcat.
Hold still, you limb Of Satan," she
scolded How can 1 do it when you
won't stay still?"
"Oh, lawd," moaned the PROSTATE
one, in simulated terror; "oh, Doctah,
good Doctah Snydah, has All gotter
hab dat operation? Is yo' sho' gwfne-
ter twitter aroun nah insides wild
| dem knives en- saws en- things?"
TT won't hurt" treasured the would
be operator; mo more than it did Mis-
Poly Clifford. And I'll put your liver
right back again
wait err minute. All jes' remem-
bahs All fo'got ter make nah will. All
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