Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-06-22

OF the 6uWuubL Ill duOIuSE COEucI VI lue
door and drew forth cigar box in
which were half q dozen cigarettes
made of hayseed and thick brown
wrapping paper, lead pencil, an
eraser and small notebook labeled:
English Grammar. Penrod Scho-
field. Room 6, Ward School Nomber
Seventh"
The first page Of this book was pure
ly academic, but the study Of English
undefiled terminated with slight jar
at the top Of the second: "Nor must
an adverb be used to modif'-
Immediately followed:
HAROLD RAMoREZ THE ROAD
AGENT OR WILD LIFE AMONG
THE ROCKY MTS."
And the subsequent entries In the
book appeared to have little concern
with Room 6, Ward School Nomber
Seventh.
The author of Harold Ramorez,"
ETC., Lit one Of the hayseed cigarettes,
seated himself comfortably, with his
back against the wall and his right
shoulder Just under the lantern, ele-
vated his knees to support the note
book, turned to q blank page and wrote,
slowly and earnestly:
CHAPTER THE SIXTH"
He took knife from his pocket, and,
broodingly, his eyes upon the inward
embryOS Of vision, sharpened his PEN
ell. After that he extended a foot
and meditatively rubbed Dukes back
with the side of his shoe. Creation,
with Penrod, did not leap, full armed,
from the brain; but finally he began
to produce. He wrote very slowly at
first, and then with increasing rapid
ity, faster and faster, gathering mo-
mentum and growing more and more
fevered as he sped. till at last the true
fire came, without which no lamp Of
real literature may be made to burn.
Mr.. Wilson reched for his gun but our
hero had him covred and soon said Well
guess you don't come any Of that on
me my friend.
Well what makes you SO sure about It
sneered the other biting his lip 30 saw
ageley that the blood ran You are moth
Ing but a comon Roadagent any way and
do not propose to be baf1ed by such.
Ramorez laughed at this and KEEP Mr..
Wilson covred by his ottomatck.
Soon the two men were struggling to-
gether In the deathroes but soon Mr.. Will
son got him bound and gagged his mouth
and went away for awhile leavin our
hero, 1t was dark and he writhd at his
bonds writhing on the floor vile the rats
came out Of their holes and bit him and
vermin got all over him from the floor
Of that helish spot but soon he manged to
push the gag out Of his mouth with the
end Of his toungeu and got all his bonds
OF
Soon Mr. Wilson came back to tant him
with his helpless condition flowed by his
gang Of detectives and they said Oh look
at Ramorex sneering at his plight and
tainted him with his helpless condition
because Ramorez had put the bonds back
SOS he would look the same but could
throw them of him when he wanted to
Just look at him now sneered they. To
hear him talk you would thought he was
| hot stun and they said Look at him now.
him that was going to do 30 much, Oh
would not like to be in his fix
Soon Harold got mad at this and jump
ed up with blasing eyes THROWN of his
bonds like they were air Ha Ha sneered
he guess you better not talk 30 much
| next time. Soon there flowed another
awful struggle and siezin his ottomatick
| back from Mr. Wilson he shot two Of the
| detectives through the heart Bing Bing
went the ottomatick and two more went
| to meet their Maker only two detectives
left now and so he stabbed one and the
| Scondrel went to meet his Maker for now
| our hero was fighting for his very life
It was dark in there now for night had
fallen and a terrible view met the eye
Blood was just all over everything and
the rats were eatin the dead men.
Soon our hero manged to get his back
| TO the wall for he was fighting for his
very life now and shot Mr. Wilson through
the abodmen Oh said Mr. Wilson
Mr. Wilson stagerd back vile oaths SOIL
in his lips for he was in pain Why you
BUD you snesred he I will get you ~
| Harold Ramorsz
Tho renainin scondrel had an AZ which
| he came near our heros head with but
missed him and remand stuck In the wall
| Our heros ammunition was exhaused what
| was he to do, the remanin scondrel would
soon get his ak lose 80 our hero sprung
forward and bit him till his teeth met In
/
for his very life At this the remanin
scondrel also cursed and swore vile oaths
| Oh sneered he - you Harold Ramorex
what did you bite me for Yes sneered
| Mr. Wilson also and he has shot me In
the abodmen too
Soon they were both cursin and reviln
him together Why. sneered they what
did you want to in1ure US for Why. you
| Harold Ramorez you have not got any
sence and you think you are so much but
| you are no better than anybody else
Soon our hero could stand this no longer
| II you could learn to act like gentlmen
said he would not do any more to you
now and your low vile expressions have
| not got any effect on me only to injure
your own self when you go to meet your
Maker Oh I guess you have had enogh
| for one day and think you have learned
| q lesson and will not soon atemp to beard
| Harold Ramorez again 30 with tanting
| laugh he cody lit a cigarette and takin
the keys Of the cell from Mr. Wilson
| poket went on out
Soon Mr. Wilson and the wonded deteo-
tive manged to bind up their wonds and
got up of the floor - It will have
that dasstads life now sneered they II we
have to swing for It he shall not escape
| us again.
| SnuplteT beN6Hth
| A mule train Of heavily laden burros
laden with gold from the mines was to be
seen wondering among the highest cliffs
and gorgs Of the Rocky Mts and tall
man with q long silken mustash and a
cartridge belt could be heard cursin vile
| oaths because he we'll knew this was the
| lair Of Harold Ramorez Why you mean
old mules you sneered he because the
| poor mules were not able to 80 any
quicker for him I will show you Why
| - It sneered he his oaths growing viler
and viler will whip you sos you will not
| be able to walk for q week you mean old
| mules you
Scarcely had the vile words left his lips
when
"Penrodr'
It was his mothers voice calling
from the back porch.
simultaneously the noon whistles be-
gan to blow far and near, and the TO
mancer In the sawdust box, summon
ed prosaically from steep mountain
passes above the clouds, paused with
stubby pencil halfway from lip to
knee. His eyes were shining, there
was a rapt sweetness in his gaze. As
he wrote his burden had grown light
or, thoughts Of Mrs. Lora Rewbush had
almost left him, and in particular as he
recounted (even By the chaste DASH
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