The Tomahawk., 1919-09-11
CHAPTER Il-contlnued.

CHAPTER Il-contInued.
"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 60 get your hair cutl" said
the stranger h0tly. 'Yah! I haven't
got any sisterr'
II know you haven't at home" |"
George responded. II 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. 81 dare you out
side that gate." said Georgie.
: "YahI 7 dare you half way here.
I dare you"
But these were 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 a principal figure in
a pageant Of massacre. It 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
the minister, after a grotesque tussle,
got him separated from his opponent
and shook him.
"You stop that, your George cried
derce]y, and wrenched himself away.
II guess yon don't know who I am"
Eyes, I do knowr the angered Mr..
Smith retorted. II 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 herselfp'
Mr.. Smith, exasperated, was unable
to close the dialogue with dignity.
"She ought to be ashamed" he repeat
ed. "A woman that let's bad boy
like you"
But George had reached his pony
and mounted. Before setting of at his
accustomed gallop he paused to inter-
rupt the Rev. Malloch Smith again.
''Yon pull down your vest, you ole
billygoat, youl" he shouted. distinctly.
Pull down your vest. wipe of your
chin-an' go to HI"
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 state
of excitement. he at once wrote
note to Georges mother, describing
the crime according to his nephew's
testimony, and the note reached Mrs.
1linafer before George did. When he
got home xhe read it to him sorrow.
fully.
Dear Madam: Your son has caused Q
painful distress In my household. He
made IN unprovoked attack upon little
nepheU Of mine who u visiting IN ny
vicious names and falsehoods, stating that
ladies Of his family were In jail He then
tried to make his pony kick him, ana
when the child, who 10 only eleven years
old, whil0 your son II much older ana
stronger. endeav0red to avoid his indigni-
him into the inclosure Of my property and
brutally assaulted him. When I appeared
upon this scene he deliberately called in
sulting words to me, concluding with pro-
family, such a. go to h." which was
heard not only BY myself but BY my wife
such q state Of undisciplined behavior
may be remedied for the sake Of the rep
utation for propriety, II nothing higher. OF
the family to which this unruly child BE-
longs. .E .a.
Georgie had muttered various inter-
rdptions, and as she concluded the
reading he said: .-.....~
Hes an ole Barl"
"Georgie, you mustn't say liar
Isn't this letter the truthy
"Well," said George, show old am
II" 9
"Ten."
"well, look how he says I'm older
than a boy eleven years old"
'That's true" said Isabel. He
does. But isn't some Of It true,
Georgier'
0eorgie felt himself to be In q d6-
dculty here, and he was SILENT
George, did you say what he says
you dldr'
(Which one1"
Did you tell him to-to- Did you
>say. Go to h-f" o. '
George looked worried for a mo-
ment longer; then he Frightened Lis
ten here, mamma; grandpa wouldn't
wipe his shoe On that ole story teller.
would he1"
s0eorgie, you mustn't-"
Il mean: none Of the Ambersons
,Wou11nt have anything - do with