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CHAPTER II-continued.

"Your sister stole it for mel" George instantly replied, checking the pony. "She stole it off our clo'esline an gave 1t to me-"
 "You go get your hair cIt!" said the: stranger hotly. "Yah! haven't got any sister !'''
 'T know you haven't at home" Georgfe responded. "I mean the one that's in jail."
 "I dare you to get down off that pony!'' .......>, .-..
 Georgie jumped to the ground, and the other boy descended from the Rev. Mr. Smiths gatepost-but he descend ed inside the gate. "I dare you out side that gate," said Georgie. "Yah! I dare you half way here. ! dare you"
 But these were luckless challenges, for Georgie immediately vaulted the fence-and four minutes later Mrs. Maiioch Smith, hearing strange noises, looked forth from window; then screamed and dashed for the pastors study. MT. 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 MT. Smith managed to give his nephew chance to escape into the house, for Georgie 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, you!' Georgie cried f1ercely, and wrenched himself away. 'T guess you don't know who I am :" "Yes. do know!' the angered MT. Smith retorted. 'I know who you are, and you're a disgrace to your mother l! 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 a bad boy like you"
 But GeOrgie 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 down your vest, wipe off your chin-an' go to h-!'
 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 GeOrgie did. When he got home she read it to him sorrow fully.
 " Dear Madam: Your son has caused a painful distress in my household. He made an unprovoked attack upon a little nephew of mine who is visiting in my household, insulted him by calling him vicious names and falsehoods, stating that ladies of his family were in jail He then tried to make his pony kick him, and when the child who is only eleven years old, while your son is much older and stronger, endeavored to avoid his indigni- ties and withdraw quietly, he pursued him into the inclosure of my property and brutally assaulted him. When I appeared upon this scene he deliberately called in- Bulting words to me, concluding with pro- fanitys such as Ego to h." which was heard not only by myself but by my wife and the lady who lives next door. I trust such state of undisciplined behavior may be remedied for the sake of the rep utation for propriety, if nothing higher, of the family to which this unru1y child be- 2ongs.
 Georgie had muttered various inter 4 ruptlons, and as she concluded the reading he said:
 He's an ole Harp
 "Georgie. you mustn't say liar. Isn't this letter the truth?''
 "WeIl," said Georgte, "how old am IT"
 "Ten.'
 "WelI, 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 Georgie?'
 Georgie felt himself to be in a diff f1culty here, and he was silent.
 "George, did you say what he says you did?"
 (Which one?"
 Did you tell him to-to- Did you say, Go to h-?"
 Georgie 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 he?"
 "Georgie, you mustn't"
 'I mean: none of the Ambersons wouldn't have anything to do witt him, would they? He doesn't ever know you, does he, mammaF'
 "That hasn't anything to do with it.
 'fYes. it has! I mean: none of the Anderson family go to see him, anC they never have him come in thei1 house; they wouldn't ask him to, anC probly wouldn't even let him."
 "That isn't what we're talking about"
 'I bet" said Georgie emphatically "I bet if he wanted to see any of 'em he'd haf to go around to the sid doori"
 'No. dear, they"
 "Yes- kney would. mammal So wha