News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1922-03-01

! what you We zone WIN your aDsuu
! telegram? That started the rest they
/ thought they all had to send kilograms
| ike that
! well, the faculty"
Even they mightnt have thought
! Of 1t if it hadn't been for the first one.
Vengeance is the most terrible
thought; once you put it into peoples
! minds that they ought to have 1t, it
runs away with them"
"Wel, it isn't mostly vengeance
we're after, at all. There's a lot more
to it than just getting even with"
She did not heed Eln You're all
blind You don't see what you're do
ing; you don't even see what you've
done to this peaceful place here.
You've filled 1t full of thoughts of fury
and killing and massacre"
"Why, no." said Ramsey. at was
those Dutch did that to US: and. be-
sides there's more to 1t than YOU"
No, there isn't" she interrupted.
It's just the old brutal spirit that ma
tons inherit from the time they we're
only tribes; it's the tribe spirit, and
an eye for an eye and a tooth for a
tooth. It's those things and the love
of fshting-men have always loved
to fight. Civilization hasn't taken it
out of them men still have the brute
in them that loves to fightr'
81 don't thinks So" said Ramsey.
"Americans don't love to fight; don't
know about other countries, but we
J don't. Of course, here. and there,
there's some fellow that likes to hunt
around for scraps, but never saw
more than three or four In my life that
acted that way. OF course a football
team often has a scrapper or two on
it, but that's different"
mo" she said 81 think you all
really love to fight"
Ramsey was reused to become argu-
mentative. II don't see where you get
the idea. COlburn isn't that way, and
back at school there wasn't a single
boy that was anything like that"
what" She stopped, and turned
suddenly to face him.
whats the matter?" he said, stop
ping, too. Something he said had
startled her. evidently.
"How can you say such thlngw
she cried. "You love to fight!"
"Me?"
you dol You love fighting. You
always have loved fighting"
He was dumfounded. "Why, 1 never
had a fight in nv life I"
She cried out in protest of such pre-
yarication.
swell, I never did," he~~inslsted.
mildly
why you had fight about mel"
"No, didn't"
"With Wesley Bender y
Ramsey chuckIed. THAT wasn't
fight !"
at wasn't?"
Nothing like one. We we're just
guyin' him about-about gettin' slicked
up, kind !, because he sat in front of
you; and he hit me with his book strap
and l chased him Off Gracious, no;
that wasn't a fightl"
"But you fought Llnski only last
fall"
Ramsey chuckled again. "That
wasn't even as much like a fight as the
one with Wesley. I just told this
Lins'i l was goin to give him a punch
In the Sn-- just told him to lock
out NeCause | was goin' to hit him, and
then I did it, and waited to see if he
wanted to do anything about it, and he
didn't That's all there was to it, and
it wasn't any more like fighting than
than feeding chickens is"
She laughed dolefully. at seems
to me rather more like it than that"
"Well. it wasn't"
They had begun to walk on again.,
and Ramsey was aware that they had
passed the frat house." where his
dinner was probably growing cold. He
was aware of this, but not sharply or
nsistently. CuriousIy enough, he did
not think about it, He had begun to
ind something pleasant in the odd in
erview, and in Walking beside girl.
wen though the girl wGs Dora Yocum.
lie made no attempt to account TO
himself for anything so peculiar.
For a while they went slowly to-
,ether not speaking, and without des-
nation, though Ramsey vaguely took
t for granted that Dora was going
But she wasn't. They
merged from the part of the small
own closely built alNut the university
nd came out upon Il bit of parked
and overlooking the river; and here
)Ora's steps slowed to an indeter-
innate halt near a bench beneath a
laple tree.
ITO be continue