Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1905-05-06 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

IIAY G. um  of debris the corpse could defy him indefinitely and white he was wasting ammunition a luck' shot by the Rabbit laid low a whole compa,ny Considering that the war was really over, this was virtually murder. Mr Tyrell sprang to hie feet. "That man of yours has been dead over so Long. I will not go on with such foolishne%." Then I win," said Roger Ford. "How can you say such a thing? You are trying to best me." It's you that aro cheating!" They were still wrangling when the door opened and Claude strode into the room. Cons. in upstairs, and hearin.g his father's tingry voice, he had fancied that his disobedience was being visited upon Roger; but a pause upon the threshald—a pardonable hesitation in the cirounista.nees—enlightened him. His father —that Olympian, whom he worshipped rather than Loved—was playing and quarrelling upon equal terms with a. chi!d from the streets—a mere ragamuffin! "Thank you, I wil take My soldiers," he said, speaking in the most icy and adult to (in jealously there's only one ago), and kneeling down began to paek them swiftly into their box. ,r The two late antagonists looked on, nervous and e,nibarrassed. ; "That was my father you wore playing with!" "Don't you like my playing with him?" said the Rabbit. "No, I don't!" "Why not?" Mr '4rell was standing behind Roger Ford, and over the latter's head he made piteous appeals Ito his sChtl not to answer. He was still so far back in his olti!dhood that it meemed a dreadful thing • the susreptibility of has little playmate should be wounded.. _ _  Claude noticed=W-7appeals, but ignosed them pointedly. He addressed the Rabbit— " Can't you find some friends of your own etwe to play with?" The Rabbit stood for a seminal with his month open the stab was so unexpected, and then fiushd painfully. " Perhaps you don't think me good enough to play with your father?" You are not." Mr Tyrell had never felt so ashamed of a son in his life. He drew the Ra:bitt into a corner. " Don't mind, don't mind," he whispered. "It is I that have offended him." -"Is he crow with you for playing in the streets?" _ _  "So you were playing before you came in here," said Claude. "Did you know who you both were ?" It was an awkward question—awkwardly put and very awkward to answer—for the Marl) at  any rate. But it was a tradition in the Tyrell family to speak the truth—even with the adults--anil Claude's father confessed everything. "I have a real foot:ban at home. You need not have kicked a condensed milk tin." Then he began counting his soldiers. "Perhaps," said the Rabbit bitterly, "you think I would steal things." " Nol" shouted MT Tyrell, afraid of what Claude might say. "No one .could possibly think such a thing." Really there was a paint beyond which be would not have his playfellow insulted. Claude put the box of sokliers under his arm, and, without mother word, marched out of the room, his father following. "Can't we go back," said Mr Tyrall, whe,n they reached the street, "and make it up?" "I will go," said Claude. "I will go by myself." "Good-bye, then. But, Claude. woukl you mind Day asking him up one night to too:rm "I will ask him for Iruesclay. - •  - I It was rbot until some hours afterwards that -it struck Ms Tyneti .tat on Tuesday he would bo out of town, and thot Claude knew it. On the whole, however, the arrangement Owl him. He was back now in middle ago, and nothing, he thoUght, wao so boring anxl. ern' bar:wring an the risks of Clande's tittle fivado.