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THE WEST NEWS
The Gian Call
By Hapsburg Liebe
ror.vriirht by Doubled*y, Hff A Co.
“HE KILLED ADAM.”
Synopsis.—Young Carlyle Wllbur-
ton Dale, or “Bill Dale.” son of
a wealthy coal operator, John K.
Dale, arrives at the Halfway
Switch, in eastern Tennessee,
abandoning a life of idle ease—and
incidentally a bride. Patricia Olav-
ering, at the altar—determined to
make his own way In life. He
meets “babe” Uttleford, typical
mountaineer girl “By” Heck, a
character of the hills, takes him to
John Moreland’s home. Moreland
is chief of his ”clan,” which has
an old feud with the Uttlefords.
He tells Dale of the killing of his
brother. David Moreland, years
ago, owner of rich coal deposits,
by a man named Carlyle. Dale
believes the man was his father.
I>ale makes his home with the
Morelands. Talking with Babe.
Dale is ordered by “Black Adam”
Ball to leave "his girl” alone.
Dale whips the bully. He arranges
with John Moreland to develop the
coal deposits. Ben Uttleford sends
a challenge to John Moreland to
meet him with his followers in bat-
tle. Moreland agrees. The two
clans line up for battle.' A Ut-
tleford fires the first shot. Babe,
In an effort to stop the fighting,
crosses to the Moreland side of the
river, and is accidentally shot by
her father and seriously wounded.
The fight stops and Babe Is taken
to the city. Doctors announce she
Is not seriously hurt. Dale meets
an old friend, Bobby McLAuiin,
who has married Patricia Cover-
ing. Dale’s father admits he killed
David Moreland and offers him
funds to develop the coal. Dale
declines and gets funds elsewhere.
He realizes he loves Babe, who
goes to live with Patricia to be ed-
ucated. Henderson Goff, a coal
man, appears on the scene. Dale
has an exciting encounter with
Goff, and is saved by “By Heck.”
He tries to end the feud. John
Moreland and Ben Llttleford de-
clare peace. Babe comes back
home, but finally promises to re-
turn »o Fatrlcla. Goff stirs up
trouble .
CHAPTER X—Continued.
—9—
A little after work-time that day.
Bill Dale starttMl alone on the way of
the narrow-gauge railroad for the sid-
ing. He wished to see for himself Just
what the damage hud been to the
trestle, and he hoped to meet Goff, or
a Ball, or q Torrey, and learn some-
thing that would be to his advantage.
Before he had covered two miles, lie
had seen two of the enemy skulking
through the woods, and he recognized
them for Torreys from Jerusalem
Cove and Hatton’s Hell; he knew It
by their very swarthy skin, their high
cheekbones and their coarse black
hair, the outcroppings of the Cherokee
Indian Wood in them. They looked
cunning snd wicked. Dale loosened
In its holster the big revolver that
Major Bradley had persuaded him to
Carry for his own protection. John
had taught him how to use
firearm*.
At o point near where the little j
Mrenm that flowed past tlie Halfway :
switch emptied into Doe river, where
Doe river turned almost squarely to
the left, Dale halted abruptly. He had
seen a imm dart behind a scrubby oak
some thirty yards ahead of him: quite
that fh° r«|.
low meant to waylay him, and he, too, I
stepped behind a tree, a big hemlock. I
A silent minute w>TjI 0y. Then Dale
put his hat out or. one aide of the tree
and peeped from the other side; It
■was an old trick that Grondpap .More-
land had told him ahout. A rule
worked promptly anil shnrjdy, and n
bul!etho!e appeared In the rim of his
hat!
Following It, there came the coarse,
bnss voire of Black Adam Ball, the
mountaineer Goliath:
"Voh rain*t fool me. I Jest shot to
put a hole In yore new hat and to
Bhow ye *at I ain’t no had shot. You
caln’t hit tny hat!”
Date’s temper, the temper that trail
always been so hard to keep under
control, rose quickly, lie tried to rea-
son with himself, and couldn’t; his
passion mastered him. lie snatched
the hi * revolver front Its holster and
cocked It. With as steady a hand as
ever held a weapon trained, he hetmn
to take aim at Ball’s slouch hat, the
half of which was In plnlri view at one
side of the scrubby oak.
“T fooled you once, back there In
the middle of the river,” he cried hot-
ly. “and now I’m going to Tool you
•gain r
There was In his voice that old, old
primitive rage, which frightened him.
and puzzled him too," in his better mo-
lock and weut toward the writhing
Oollath, whose legs only were visible
now.
Then a third shot rang out on the
morning stillness. It had been fired
from a point some little distance
away, and Dale's condition of mind at
the moment was such that he didn’t
even note the direction from which
the sound hud come. He was unhurt,
und he had not heard the whine of a
bullet or the pattering of shot on the
leaves. When lie looked about him,
he saw no one; neither did he see any
telltale smoke. Perhaps, he thought
dimly. It had been a squirrel-hunter
that had fired that shot. He forgot
ahout It very quickly for the time be-
ing. and went on toward Adam Ball,
who now was lying perfectly still.
There was a bullet-hole through and
through the great, shaggy head. The
face behind I lie short, curly Idack
heard was of the colorless line of
soapstone. The glam hlllmun wus
dead.
Bill Dale knelt there beside Black
Adam. Again he clutched nt his throat
with his two shaking hands, and this
time he tore his blue flannel shirt. All
the agony and all tlie remorse In the
universe seemed to he gathering there
in Ills heart. Never before had he
seen death. Its grim presence terrified
him. That the deplorable thing had
been nil accident, due to his faulty
marksmanship, mattered little. He
had killed a man, and the blood-red
brand of Cain was burning away on
Ills brow; he was a man in a liell ol
big own making. And kneeling there
Bill Dale sobbisl a great sob flint
shook liis hroml shoulders as a violent
ague would have shaken them.
He tried to look at the hlue-edged
hole hi the shaggy head; at the cruel,
brutish face that was of the colorless
hue of soapstone. Merciful tears
blinded him, and he couldn't see. It
was s compensation, a pitifully beauti-
ful comiiensation. . . .
Five minutes passed, five minutes
that were as five years to this man
who had never been In the presence
of death before. Then he realized that
he was being surrounded by kinsmen
of the dead mountaineer. He looked
up Into their ashen, angry faces, and
they cursed him. Big and gripping
brown hands were pluced upon him;
several rifles were turned upon him.
He arose and spread out his arms, and
offered his breast to the frow ning muz-
zles. They could give him, nt least,
oblivion.
“Shoot, If you like," he said bitterly.
“It was an accident, y’know, but—
shoot, If you like.”
"No," commanded Adam Ball’s
father, a slender and angular old man
with a straggling Iron-gray heard—
“No, don’t shoo*. Sliootm's too quick,
aWiM
mmM
He let down the head until It was
hsrely visible In the notch, und eased
the trigger. The revolver roared
and spot forth a tiny tongue of flame
•ad a little cloud of whWe smoke. Bat!
St erect, wheeled, and fell crash-
Ihe leave*:
' firoiffied Ids weapon. He went
hls two hands
“Shoot, If
You- Like 1”
terly.
He Said Bit-
hy gonnie*. And 'en. It ain’t accordin’
to law.” (Queer how suddenly he re-
spected the majesty of the law!)
"We’d a durned sight ruther see him
hnng by the neck ontel dead In the
Jultyard at Cartersvllle. Ye’uns put
down them thar guns. Pot down all
o’ them thar guns right now; hear
me?”
He turned hack to Dale. “Ye say It
was a accident?" he sneered
"Ye*. It was an accident."
“Like the old devilT* rotivd Black
Adam’s father.
He stopjied and picked up his son’s
Mack slouch hat and examined it.
There were two bullet holes close to-
nnd somebody else, I haven't the
slightest idea who, fired the’ other
shot.”
“Aw, sbet up! Ye can tell It at the
trial,” growled old Ball. Then to his
kinsmen.
“We’ll hold Dale right here, hoys,
ontel the shuriff he’s se?it atter comes.
And we'll not move Adam, which same
.s accordin’ to law. I reckon Shuriff
Tom Flowers’ll find a different Job
from what he expected to find; won’t
he. boys? Say, I wlsht one o’ you
fellers’(I gl' me a good, big chaw o’
tobaeker. Be durned ef I don’t. Adam’s
death, It lias made me feel sort o'
had, by gunnies, and tohacker’s alius
a consolation—
“Mill Dale, yon hnln’t got a chaw o’
tobaeker on ye, have ye—bought to.
hacker, store tobaeker? It's a durned
sight hetter’n home-made, I says. Ye
say ye don’t chew! Chew—h—I!
W’h.vn’t ye say ‘chaw,’ Ukd a man! 1
alius knowed ,ve wasn't no ‘count, no-
how. Nobody ’at don't chaw tobaeker
ain’t no ’count. ... All right, Jim
Ike,” to his nephew, “I'll take a chaw
o' yores, then. And I'll take a tot’ahl.v
lilg chaw, Jim Ike, 'cause Adam’s
death has made me feel sort o' had,
and tohacker's alius a consolation.”
The sounds of the shooting had car-
ried far, and It wasn't long until the
scene of the tragedy was crowded witli
Balls and Torreys, l.lttlefords and
Morelands. Major Bradley and Hayes,
too, were there. Fiery man of them
was armed; a very little tiling mlglii
easily turn the place Into a shambles.
The major saw this, and he was
afraid. lie drew the leaders of the
Morelands und the l.lttlefords aside,
and finally prevailed upon them to do
their utmost toward keeping peace un-
til the coming of the sheriff.
At first John Moreland and Ben Llt-
tleford were for taking Bill Dale from
the Balls and Torreys who guarded
ITtm, If they hud to depopulate the
whole Ball settlement, Jerusalem Cove
and Hatton’s Hell to accomplish it!
Happily, the mujor's counsel prevailed.
Sheriff Tom Flowers was a tall and
lithe, smooth-faced man. He arrived
with Luke Moreland at noon, after
hours of hard riding. He saw the high
tension, and Immediately steeled him-
self to handle the situation. After
riding straight to the center of the
gathering and there halting hls horse,
he said evenly:
“In order that I may know who to
arrest, I must know something of the
circumstances. Only one man must
speak at a time. No playing bad with
me; and remember that, gentlemen.
I’ll certainly drop the fellow who
starts plnying boss with me, If It's the
last move I make on earth. Now some-
body gently use hls powers of speech.”
Major Bradley, more soldierlike than
ever, went forward. “As the nttorney
of Mr. Dale, icbo s'anils accused of
killing Adam Ball,* lie said to the of-
ficer, “I beg leave to state that my
client will do no talking *t present”
Dale understood, and he did not
open his mouth.
But old Ball had something to say,
and he proceeded to say It:
“He killed my son, Adam,” pointing
to Dale, “In cold blood. Me and ahout
a uoZ’lT. -O' *ny bin was on our way
over Long ridge to look nt a be£ tr??,
when we heered three pistol shots. We
was right up tliar,” pointing to the
j northward, “ami ive come a-runulu'
! over here to see, by gontiles, ijjuit was
\ the matter. Well, by gonules, ive found
! Bill Dale thar down on hls knees
j aside o’ my son, Adam, who was as
! dead as h—I or deader; and Bill Dale
was a-sohhln’ and u-sobbln' about It.
! And ef he never killed my son Adam,
! what was he a-sohtdn’ and u-sobbln'
about, I ax you that? And my son
Adam, he had a rifle, by gunnies, but
lie never shot none at all. He wus
I with ns up to a few minutes before, and
lie hadn't shot none all morn in'.
tdiurifT Flowers, I wlsht ye'd gi' me a
good, big chuw o' tobaeker, by gun-
nies, ’cause my son Adam his death
it has made me feel had.”
Major Bradley stopped caressing hls
well-kept gray imperial, walked over to
| the dead man's rifle, picked It up und
put Its muzzle to hls nose. He scented
fresh powder-smoke. Then he faced
qld Ball with a strange, hard glitter
Id hls blue eyes.
‘•You are a Bar. sir,” he said with a
peculiar* politeness.
A stir ran quickly over the Balls
nod Torreys. Sheriff Flowers culled
out:
“Quiet, there!” and there was quiet-
He continued: “Where Is Mr. Dale's
re-, elver?’’
The Balls had It. They produced It.
It had three empty chambers when
It should have had but one I
“Pass It to me hutt tlrst.*’ ordered
the hrw’a representative. He knew
that many a man bad been shot while
faking a revolver barrel first, and he
was taking no chances.
OBt Ball obediently turned the weap
on around.
tiling* la your favor. I want you to
know that I'm sorry to have to take
you and place you In the Cartersvllle
JalL To show you that I mean It, I’ll
spare you the Irons and allow you to
ride your own horse along beside me,
as though you were not under' arrest
at a!L”
I rale had by this time worn the keen
edge from bis grief by means of hls
great will power. He bowed slightly
(u the officer and replied with grave
courtesy;
“Believe me, sir,” with the very
faintest trace of s smile, “I am very
much obliged to you.”
Luke Moreland led up the sleek
young bay thut Bill Dale had named
Fox, and Dale swung himself easily
into the saddle. He faced the sheriff.
“If you're ready to go. sir,” he said,
“I am.”
Together they rode through the
woodland toward the broad, green val-
ley, with the Llttlefords, the More-
lands, Major Bradley and Hayes fol-
lowing closely behind jliem.
l7p on the side of David Moreland's
mountain there had been a silent and
unseen witness to the arrest of Bill
Dale. She was hidden behind a
gnarled and twisted clump of sheep-
laurel, sitting on h patch of tiny,
dainty, pure blue dayflowers—crushing
morula',
"Lord, Whet'll I Do Now?” She Mur-
mured.
In her hands the tiny purple blossoms
that are known as Job’s tears.
“Lord, what’ll I do now?” she mur-
mured.
It was a great and unanswerable
question, and It was a prayer, too.
“Lord, what’ll I do now?” she re-
peated.
When Bill Dale had ridden out of
her sight, she threw down the crushed
flowers und flung herself prostrate,
with her face close to the hemlock
needles and the earth, and wept low
and bitterly, and wept and wept—
“Lord, wliat'11 I do now?”
CHAPTER XI
By Heck Keeps a Secret.
When Sheriff Tom Flowers and the
others had been gone for half an hour,
Kiizabeth Llttleford siit up In (lie si-
lence. It was a great und heavy silence
that hovered there over the north end
of David Moreland’s inountnln. There
was not even the drumming of a yel-
low-hummer, not even the saucy chat-
tering of ■ boomer squirrel, not even
the twittering of a liTt-fl. Not a leaf
stirred anywhere. Everything seemed
lifeless. It was almost us though she
were'the sole Inhabitant of the world.
Then she thought. It was noontime,
and the ottioer and his prisoner would
doubtless bait at John Moreland's
culdn for the noonday meal: and if
she hastened she would get to see Bill
Dale again.
Ho she ran tike a doe through the
green woodland, through the tangle of
laurel and Ivy and over the moss-
covered stones, across a shoulder of
David Moreland's mountain. She whs
barefooted, and her dress was a sim-
ple garment of white dotted bine
calico, und her long brown hair flowed
lieldnd her like tlie hair of a young
witch—because of the excitement of
theTunnilhg. she had forgotten to give
It its usual daily plaiting.
As she drew near to Ibe Moreland
leader’s home, she saw Bill Dale und
the sheriff walk out at the gateway
und mount their horses. Major Brad-
ley came out, and be, too, mounted his
horse; and she was glad that he was
going along. There wag a great crowd;
all the Llttlefords were there, and all
the Morelands, and old Granny, Heck,
the fortune-teller. On every face Babe
saw signs of sympathy and sorrow.
Her eyes filled. Hhe was so glad that
they, too, loved him. It was worth go-
ing to jail to know that one was loved
like that! Not that it didn’t hurt to
see him going to jail, of course. Jail
and horror are words that mean the
same 19 the mountain dweller.
She went on to tell him good-by.
Site knew It would lie hard, hut she
Steeled herself; site woald be a Little-
ford, and strong. He saw her coming,
•nd he turned hls bay horse and rode
to meet her. Hhe stopped and clasped
her hands, wllh her arms down full
would ha’ went back
ef It hadn’t ha’ been—” |
And there she broke off abruptly. ,
After a silent moment, ahe continued
sadly, half tearfully: “And yet—and
fat;—the’s not s bit o’ use lu me
a-goin’ hack now!”
“Why?” Dale was smiling, and she
was glad to note that he did not ap-
pear to he grieving over IPs misfor-
tune.
“ ‘Cause the’ ain’t,’’ simply.
“But you’ll go?”
“Yes,” she said, “In the inomin’ Til
go.”
He bent toward her and held down
his hand. “Good-by, little girl. I hope
It will come out all right, and 1 be-
lieve It will.”
Babe slowly lifted her hand to hls.
Her eyes were downcast.
“Good-by,” she told him brokenly.
“And I hope It will come out all right,
too—God knows I do. Bill Dale.”
Thus they parted. Dale rode back
to the sheriff and Major Bradley, and
a minute later the three of them start-
ed ’for the lowland and Curtersville
Jail.
When,a bend In the dusty ox-wagon
road had hidden them from view,
Elizabeth Llttleford turned homeward.
Her mother followed her.
The ^younger woman dropped to the
stone step at tile vlnc-huug front
porch with tlie air of one who Is very
tired, plucked a full-blown marigold
and began absently to tear Its peruls
slowly apart. Mrs. Llttleford looked
out across the meadows, sighed,
smoothed back her gray hair with
both hands, and sat down btrahle her
daughter.
“I wouldn’t worry about It. Babe,
honey,” she finally said. Then she
too plucked a marigold nnd began to
tear Its petals slowly apart. “Ef he
killed Adam Ball. It wus to save him-
self. He’s a good man, honey. I think
he’s about the best man I ever seed,
15a lie.”
"No, he never killed Adam Ball to
save hlsself even,” Babe replied.
“He’s a lighter, hut lu? ain’t no killer.
Listen, mother. It might ha’ been this
away:
"He Is alilnd of a tree, nnd Adam Is
ahind of another tree. Adam shoots
at hls hat, nnd he shoots at Adam's
hat—which Is the refc'lar way of a
two-rnHn fight, as you know. Well,
suddenly Adam he Jumps up like he’s
been shot, and fufis a-gronuln’ nnd
a-twistln'. Bill Daie, n-tliinkln’ lie's
killed Adam, comes (Alt from* alilnd of
Ills tree. Havin' ilrawed Bill Dale out
Into the open by his trick, Adam git*
ready to shoot and kill hint. Jest ns
Adam Is about to shoot, somebody else
shoots and kills Adam nnd saves Bill
Dale—mebbe the’ ain't time fo’ any-
thing else. Now don’t ye see? And
don’t It all sound natchel, mother?"
"I reckon It does,” granted the old
woman. "But who was it shot Black
Adam?”
“Somebody who Is a friend o’ Bill
Dale’s," said Babe. “Somebody who
was s-follerln’ Bill with the Idee o’
perfectin’ hint ef he needed It. Some-
body who knowed It wns dnngeroits
fo’ him to go off by hlsself in the
woods that away. I've got It rensoned
out Jest like this. . . . And who-
ever It was 'at wns friend enough t«
Bill Dale to kill a man to save him
will be friend enough to own up when
the proper time comes and keep BUI
Dale from n-bein’ hung. Whoever It
was 'at don* It Is skeered bad now,
but later on he'll sliore tell It, ef It'll
save Bill. You Jest wait and see, '
mother.
"I hnln’t never, fo'got,” Bnhe went
on. after a moment, “about Black
Adam Ball n-tellln’ me about a-workin'
that Rume trick on a man over In
Nawth Cn;liner—and he killed the
man. The law never found It out. :
And ye see what Black Adam got,
**,'.Tk6’ rives by the sword shal! perish j
by the sword.' It's In the Good Book, j
The “Liver Tone” Man Warns
Folks Against the Sickening,
Salivating Drug.
Hgh! Calomel makes you sick. It's
horrible! Take a dose of the danger-
ous drug tonight and tomorrow you
lose a day.
Calomel Is mercury I When It-comes
into contact with sour bile, it crashes
Into It, breaking It up. Then Is when
you feel that awful nausea and cramp-
ing. If you are sluggish, If liver It
torpid and hovels constipated or you
have headache, dizziness, coated
tongue, If breath Is bnd or stomach
sour. Just try a spoonful of harmless
Dodson’s Liver Tone tonight.
Here’s my guarantee—Go to any
drug store and get a bottle of Dodson's
Liver Tone for a few cents. Take a
spoonful and If It doesn’t straighten you
right up and make you feel fine and
vigorous, go back to the store and get
your money. Dodson's Liver Tone I*
destroying the sale of calomel because
It can not salivate or make you sick.—
Advertisement.
i.
The Coming Contest.
“I see your town is going to vote
on the question of Issuing bonds for
a water works system,” said n guest.
“What do you anticipate will be the
outcome?”
"Hard to tell," replied the landlord
of the tuvern at Tumllnvllle, Ark.
"The young people are mostly for It,
and the folks thut have traveled and
like to show off, und the newcomer*
from the North, and so on. But the
old-timers are unanimously ag’ln It.
They say they’ve never gone swlmmin’
111 a house yet and It’s too hue now
to learn old dogs new tricks, and, any-
how, they’re opposed to paying for the
privilege of going Into Godaimlghty’s
free water. So it looks like a stand,
oil'.”—Kansas City Star.
All He Does.
“He gets hls money easily.”
“Very. All he has to do for It Is
to stick everlastingly to hls Job.”
The musical member of the staff
says that jazz is nothing hut old-
fashioned ragtime dolled up In a
short skirt, bolihed hair ami depleted
eyebrows.
The girl who says at seventeen that
she wouldn’t marry the best man
that ever lived usually Is willing to-
admit, when she’s twice that old,
that she didn’t,.
The Spaniards appear to have little
luck In toting the white man's burden.
The Moors hnve just trounced a force
of Dons so thoroughly that the^Jpanigh
general committed suicide.
the^pi
score t
The mus(« writers can sfore a hit
hy devising • scheme to put\ protec-
tive tariff on the racket produced
by a very earnest young man learning
to play the saxophone.
1
\
^ As some experts see it, nnvnl strut-
g.v consists in building u $.’13,000,000
battleship that will render obsolete the
$3-,000,000 battleship of a rival nation
and compel another rival country to
build at once-a $31,000,000 battle-
ship. *’“■
Days are getting shorter, except toe
one before pay day.
Hi
If there is nn optimist In Russia he
must be a dyspeptic.
mother, honey; nnd everything In the
Good Book Is God A'mlgbty’s trulli, as A ,lmel-v molln for ‘hp road-hogs
you know.” ! l,e: “Elly and let fliv.”
"Ef I was pinned down lo guess who I
It wns ’at done It.” drawled Mrs Lit-1
tleford, “I’d guess It was By Hock. |
He was a plumb fool about Bill Dale, j
A dimple In the knee used to be con-
sidered as useless as an appendix.
Ills maw she says he talks In Ills steep
ahout Bill Dale. He was alius n-fol-
lerln' him around like a -dnwg."
Bnhe pointed to the meadow. An
aged and stooped nnd wltchllke wom-
an was limping slowly through ths
clover, coming toward them.
“Granny Heck.” muttered Babe.
The neighborhood’s newsbearer and
fortune-teller limped on up to tlie
cabin, and dropped fo the stone step
beside l’en Littleford's wife and
daughter.
“La, la, la!’’ she panted, for tin
days were warm. “And hadn't It jest
turrlhle! I wlsht I may die tTils min-
ute ef I wouldn’t mlgh’t nigh ns soon
see my own son go to Jail! But ’en
It'll all come ont right ylt, Babe. 1
seed It In the cyards, and I seed It In
the cup. Babe, hniieydnniplln”, h«
never no more killed Adam 'an I killed
him myself. I tell ye. the’s been som*
awful ungodly work done, somehow. 1
know BUI Dale, and the’ shore haln’t
nary durned drap o' killer blood la
Mm.”
Babe spoke suddenly to her mothers
“I've got to go and wash and Iron my
new white dress. Acs use—because I'm i
a-goln' hack to Mrs. McLaurin, like I
promised I’d go. I’m a-goin’ In ths
inomin', on the fust train. Ye might
ns well inform pap fo hatch up mj
railroad money, mother.”
Just then By Heck stopped befere
the pUe.
“Do ye want to go home along a* I
go, maw ?”■ he asked.
The pique of the bnypr Is always
fatal to the peak of the prices.
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Tlie chap who can lie with a
straight face is generally (rooked.-r
A Baris scientist say* women are
gradually growing beards. Next?
I’eople no longer worry about ’last
winter’s flappers Hopping galoshes.
A springboard |* likely to teach
a man that lib no longer is u spring
Chicken.
If that new "tear gas” mnde New
York policeman weep It must be the
real stuff.
At the present price of peanuts
“amounting to shucks” amounts to
something.
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tion Is the excessive devotion to the
pursuit of happiness. sP«£jj
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