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, the bishop. Then ! 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. rs 1t not better !:
What do women know Of money? They
throw 1t away on triles. dress. Jewels
American women are extravagant. 1t
is one result Of their-of their spoil
Ing"
Mr.. Pierce got up and emptied his
pipe into the Are. Then he turned.
I'm afraid you have not known the
best type of American women" he
said, looking hard at the prince. Our
| preventative women are our middle
class women. They do not contract
European alliances. not having sum
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 1t 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.
| Il see / shall have to talk to our
young friend" he said and picked up
his glass. I'm afraid I've given q
| 10 hn Arnort,
can women very much; too WELL. 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
can tell a good bit about man from
the way he gives me his glass. and he
was in a perfect frenzy of rage. When
I reached 1t 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 her) had
started out with gun about i've
O'Clock. 1t was foolish. but 1t made
mo 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 got.
IL don't know what's come over you
Minnie" she said. That's only Mr.
Carter shooting rabbits. l saw him 90
out as ! started down the path"
| was still nervous when 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 soup
and got It from the kitchen without
the chef seeing me. When I opened
the springhouse door again Mr.. Pierce
was by the fire, and in front Of him.
where left the basket. lay dead rab'
bit. There was no basket In sight.
WELL" 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 (or hunger) and had
carried it out himself.
And all the time / 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
mad 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