The Powder River County examiner and the Broadus independent. [volume] (Broadus, Mont.) 1919-1935, 1919-10-31
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CHAPTER li-contlnued.
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"YOur sister stole it for me! George
instantly replied. checking the pony.
''She stole it of our clo'esline an gave
1t to me-"
you go get your hair CUT said
the stranger hotly yah! l haven't
got any sister,"
II know you haven't at home"
George responded. Il mean the one
that's in JAIL"
II dare you to get down off that
pony!"
George jumped to the ground, and
the other boy descended from the Rev.
Mr.. Smiths gatepost-but he descend
ed inside the gate. II dare you out
aide that gate" said George.
"Yah! dare you half way here.
] dare you"
But these We're luckless challenges.
for George Immediately vaulted the
fence-and four minutes later Mrs.
MallOch Smith. hearing strange noises,
looked forth from a window; then
screamed. and dashed for the pastors
study. Mr.. Malloch Smith. that grim
bearded preacher. came to the front
yard and found his visiting nephew
being rapidly prepared by Master Min
afer to serve as principal figure in
pageant OF massacre. 1t was with
great physical difficulty that Mr.
Smith managed to give his nephew
chance to escape into the house. for
George was hard and quick. and in
such matters remarkably intense: but
tho minister after grotesque tussle,
got him separated from his opponent
and shook him.
You stop that. you" George cried
fiercely. and wrenched himself away.
II guess you don't know who l am !"
Yes, I do know" the angered Mr.
Smith retorted. Il know who you are
and you're disgrace To your mother !.
Your mother ought to be ashamed of
herself to allow"
shut up about my mother bein
ashamed of herself!"
Mr.. Smith, exasperated. was unable
To close the dialogue with dignity.
"She ought to be ashamed he repeat
ed. "A woman that lets bad boy
like you-''
But George had reached his pony
and mounted Before setting off at his
accustomed gallop he paused to inter-
rupt the Rev. Malloch Smith again
you pull down your vest. you ole
billygoat, YOU" he shouted. distinctly.
Pull Gown your vest, wipe off your
Gilman 60 to h-r
Such precocity is less unusual, even
in children of the Rich, than most
grown people imagine. However, it
was a new experience for the Rev.
Malloch Smith. and left him in a state
of excitement. He at once wrote a
note to Georges mother. describing
The crime according to his nephew's
testimony, and the note reached Mrs.
Minafer before George did When he
got home she read it to him sorrow
fully.
Dear Madam; Your son has caused a
Salnful distress in my household. he
made uuprovoked attack upon little
Lcphew of mine who is visiting in my
household, insulted him by calling him
vicious names and falsehoods, stating that
adde's of his family We're in jail He then
tried TO make his pony kick him, and
when the child who is only eleven years
SID while your son is much older and
stronger. endeaSorcd to avoid his indigri-
ties and withdraw quietly. he pursued
him into the Enclosure of my property and
hrutaliy assaulted him. When l appeared
upon this scene he deliberately called in
family. such as go to h which was
Icard not only by myself but by my wife
and the lady who lives next door. l trust
such a state of undiscipl!ned behavior
may be remedied for the sake of the rep
ntat.on for propriety. if nothing higher. of
the family to which this unruly child be-
longs.
George had muttered various inter
rurtionS. and as she concluded the
reading he said:
He's an ole liar!"
George, you mustn't say liar
isn't this letter the truth?"
Well" said Georgia. show old am
II"
Ten"
We'll, look how he says I'm older
than boy eleven years old"
That's true" said Isabel. HE
does. But isn't some of it true,
Georcie?'
George felt himself to be in a diff
icuiiy hero. and he was silent.
George. did you say what he says
you did:"
(which oue?"
Ibid you tell him Toto Did you
say, Go TO h-T"
George looked worried for mo-
nent longer; then he frightened. Ills
ten here, mamma: grandpa wouldn't
vine his shoe on that ole story teller,
would hep"
''GeOrgie. you mustn't"
II mean: none of the Ambersons