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Gene Stratton-Porter. A Little Story of

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CHAPTER I The Rat-catchers of the Wabash

HEY, you swate-scented little heart-warmer!" cried Jimmy Malone, as he lifted his tenth trap, weighted with a struggling muskrat, from the Wabash. "Varmint you may be to all the rist of creation, but you mane a night at Casey's to me/*

Jimmy whistled softly while he reset the trap. For the moment he forgot that he was five miles from home, that It was a mile farther to the end of his line at the lower curve of Horseshoe Bend, that his feet and fingers were almost freezing, and that every rat of the ten now in the bag on his back made him thirstier. He shivered as the cold wind sweeping the curves of the river struck him; but when an unusually heavy gust dropped the ice and snow from a branch on the back of his head, he laughed, as he ducked and cried:

"Kape your snowballing till the Fourth of July, will you!"

"Chick-a-dee-dee-dee!" remarked a tiny gray bird on the tree above him. Jimmy glanced up. *'Chickie, Chickie, Chickie," he said. "I can't till by your dress whether youiare a hin or a rooster. But I can till by your

SI employmint that you are working for grub. Have to hustle lively for every worm you find, don't you, Chickle? Now me, I'm hustlin' lively for a drink, and I be domn if it seems nicessary with a whole river of drinkin' stuff flowin' right under me feet. But the old Wabash ain't runnin* *wine and milk and honey,' not by the jug-full. It seems to be compounded of aquil parts of mud, crude ile, and rain water. If 'twas only runnin' Melwood, be gorry, Chickie, you'd see a mermaid named Jimmy Malone sittin' on the Kingfisher Stump, combin' its auburn hair with a breeze, and scoopin' whiskey down its gullet with its tail fin. No, hold on, Chickie, you wouldn't either. I'm too flat-chisted for a mermaid, and I'd have no time to lave off gurglin' for the hair-combin' act, which, Chickie, to me notion is as issential to a mermaid as the curves. I'd be a sucker, the biggest sucker in the Gar-hole, Chickie bird, I'd be an all-day sucker, be gobs; yis, and an all-night sucker, too. Come to think of it, Chickie, be domn if I'd be a sucker at all. Look at the mouths of thim ! Puckered up with a drawstring! Chickie, think of Jimmy Malone lyin' at the bottom of a river flowin' with Melwood, and a puckerin'-string mouth! Wouldn't that break the heart of you? I know what I'd be. I'd be the Black Bass of Horseshoe Bend, Chickie^ and I'd locate below the shoals headin' up stream, and I'd hold me mouth wide open till I paralyzed me jaws so I couldn't shut thim. I'd let the pure stuff wash over me gills constant, world without end. Good-bye, Chickie. Hope you got your grub, and pretty soon I'll have enough to drink to make me feel like I was the Bass for one night, anyway."

Jimmy hurried to his next trap, which was empty, but the one after that contained a rat, and there were footprints in the snow.

"That's where the porrage-heart of the Scotchman comes in,'' said Jimmy, as he held up the rat by one foot, and gave it a sharp rap over the head with the trap to make sure it was dead. "Dannie could no more hear a rat fast in one of me traps and not come over and put it out of its misery, than he could dance a hornpipe. And him only sicond hand from hornpipe land, too! But his feet's like lead. Poor Dannie! He gets about half the rats I do. He niver did have luck."

Jimmy's gay face clouded for an instant. The twinkle faded from his eyes, and a look of unrest swept into them. He muttered something, and catching up his bag, shoved in the rat. As he reset the trap, a big crow dropped from branch to branch on a sycamore above him. His back scarcely was turned before it alighted on the ice, and ravenously picked at three drops of blood purpling there.

Down the ice-sheeted river led Dannie's trail, showing plainly across the snow blanket. The wind raved through the trees, and around the curves of the river. The dark earth of the banks peeping from under overhanging ice and snow, appeared like the entrance to deep mysterious caves. Jimmy's superstitious soul readily peopled them with goblins and devils. He shuddered; then began to talk aloud to cheer himself: "Elivin muskrat skins, times fifteen cints apiece, one dollar sixty-five. That will buy more than I can hold. Hagginy! Won't I be takin' one long fine gurgle of the pure stuff! And there's the boys! I might do the grand for once. One on me for the house ! I might pay something on my back score; but first I'll drink till I swell like a poisoned pup. And I ought to get Mary that milk pail she's been kickin' for this last month. Women and cows are always kickin'! If the blarsted cow hadn't kicked a hole in the pail, there'd be no need of Mary kicking for a new one. But dough is dubious soldering. Klary says it's bad enough on the dish pan, but it positively ain't hilthy about the milk pail, and she is right. We ought to have a new pail. I guess I'll get it first, and fill up on what's left. One for a quarter will do. I've several traps yet, I may get a few more rats."

The virtuous resolve to buy a milk pail before he quenched the thirst which burned him, so elated Jimmy with good opinion of himself that he began whistHng gayly as he strode toward his next trap. By that token, Dannie Macnoun, resetting an empty trap a quarter of a mile below, knew that Jimmy was coming, and that as usual luck was with him. Catching his blood and water dripping bag, Dannie dodged a rotten branch that came crashing down under the weight of its icy load. He stepped to the river, pulling on his patched wool-lined mittens as he waited for Jimmy.

"How many, Dannie?" called Jimmy from afar.

"Seven," answered Dannie. "What for ye?"

"Elivin," replied Jimmy, with a bit of unconscious swagger. "I am havin' poor luck to-day."

"How mony wad satisfy ye?" asked Dannie sarcastic cally.

"Ain't got time to figure that," answered Jimmy, working in a double shuffle as he walked. "Thrash around a little, Dannie. It will warm you up."

**I am no cauld," answered Dannie.

"No cauld!" imitated Jimmy. "No cauld! Come to observe you closer, I do detect symptoms of sunstroke in the ridness of your face, and the whiteness about your mouth; but the frost on your neck scarf, and the icicles fistooned around the tail of your coat, tell a different story."

"Dannie, you remind me of the baptizin' of Pete Cox last winter. Pete's nothin' but skin and bone, and he niver had a square meal in his life to warm him. It took pushin' and puUin' to get him in the water, and a scum froze over while he was under. Pete came up shakin' like the feeder on a thrashin' machine, and whin he could spake at all, 'Bless Jasus,' says he, T'm jist as wa-wa-warm as I wa-wa« want to be.' So are you, Dannie, but there's a difference in how warm folks want to be. For meself, now, I could aisily bear a little more hate."

" It's honest, I'm no cauld," insisted Dannie. He might have added that if Jimmy would not fill his system with Casey's poisons, that degree of cold would not chill and pinch him either; being Dannie, he neither thought nor said it.

"Why, I'm frozen to me sowl!" cried Jimmy, as he changed the rat bag to his other hand, to beat the empty one against his leg. "Say, Dannie, where do you think the Kingfisher is wintering?"

"And the Black Bass," answered Dannie. "Where do ye suppose the Black Bass is noo?"

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"Strange you should mintion the Black Bass," said Jimmy. "I was just havin' a httle talk about him with a frind of mine named Chickie-dom, no, Chickie-dee, who works a grub stake back there. The Bass might be lyin' m the river bed right under our feet. Don't you remimber the time whin I put on three big cut-worms, and skittered thim beyond the log that lays across here, and he lept from the water till we both saw him the best we ever did, and nothin' but my rotten old line ever saved him? Or he might be where it slumps off below the Kingfisher stump. But I know where he is all right. He's down in the Gar-hole, and he'll come back here spawning time, and chase minnows when the Kingfisher comes home. But Dannie, where the nation do you suppose the Kingfisher

"No so far away as ye might think," replied Dannie. "Doc Hues told me that coming on the train frae Indianapohs on the fifteenth of December, he saw one fly across a little pond juist below Winchester. I beHeve they go south slowly, as the cold drives them, and stop near as they can find guid fishing. Dinna that stump look lonely wi'out him?"

"And sound lonely without the Bass slashing around? I am going to have that Bass this summer if I don't do a thing but fish!" vowed Jimmy.

"I'll surely have a try at him," answered Dannie, his gray eyes twinkling. "We've caught most everything else in the Wabash, and our reputation fra taking guid fish is ahead of any one on the river, except the Kingfisher. Why the diel dinna one of us haul out that Bass?"

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"Ain't I just told you that I am going to hook him this summer?'' shivered Jimmy.

**Dinna ye hear me mention that I intended to take a try at him mysel'?" questioned Dannie. "Have ye for* gotten that I know how to fish?"

**'Nough breeze to-day without starting a Highlander,-' interposed Jimmy hastily. **I believe I hear a rat in my next trap. That will make me twilve, and it's good and glad of it I am, for I've to walk to town when my line is reset. There's something Mary wants."

"If Mary wants ye to go to town, why dinna ye leave me to finish your traps, and start now?" asked Dannie. "It's getting dark, and if ye are so late ye canna see the drifts, ye never can cut across the fields; fra the snow is piled waist high, and it's a mile farther by the road."

"I got to skin my rats first, or I'll be havin' to ask credit again," replied Jimmy.

"That's easy," answered Dannie. "Turn your rats over to me richt noo. I'll give ye market price fra them in cash."

" But the skinnin' of them," objected Jimmy for decency sake, although his eyes were beginning to shine and his fingers to tremble.

"Never ye mind about that," retorted Dannie. "I like to take my time to it, and fix them up nice. Elivin, did ye say?"

"Elivin," answered Jimmy, breaking into a jig, supposedly to keep his feet warm, in reahty because he could not stand quietly while Dannie pulled off his mittens, unstrapped his wallet, and carefully counted out the money. "Is that all ye need?" he asked.

For an instant Jimmy hesitated. Missing a chance to get even a few cents more meant a little shorter time at Casey's. "That's enough, I think," he said. "I wish Fd stayed out of matrimony, and then maybe I could iver have a cint of me own. You ought to be glad you haven't a woman to consume ivry penny you earn before it reaches your pockets, Dannie Micnoun."

"I hae never seen Mary consume much but calico and food," Dannie said dryly.

"Oh, it ain't so much what a woman really spinds," said Jimmy, peevishly, as he shoved the money into his pocket, and pulled on his mittens. "It's what you know she would spind if she had the chance."

"I dinna think ye'll break up on that," laughed Dannie.

And that was what Jimmy wanted. So long as he could set Dannie laughing, he could mould him.

"No, but I'll break down," lamented Jimmy in sore self-pity, as he remembered the quarter reserved for the purchase of the milk pail.

"Ye go on, and hurry," urged Dannie. "If ye dinna start home by seven, I'll be combing the drifts fra ye before morning."

"Anything I can do for you?" asked Jimmy, tightening his old red scarf.

"Yes," answered Dannie. "Do your errand and start straight home, your teeth are chattering noo. A little more exposure, and the rheumatism will be grinding ye again. Ye will hurry, Jimmy?"

**Sure!" cried Jimmy, ducking under a snow slide, and breaking into a whistle as he turned toward the road.

Dannie's gaze followed Jimmy's retreating figure until he climbed the bank, and was lost in the woods, while the light in his eyes was the light of love. He glanced at the sky, and hurried down the river. First across to Jimmy's side to gather his rats and reset his traps, then to his own. But luck seemed to have turned, for the remainder of Dannie's were full, and all of Jimmy's were empty. But as he was gone, it was not necessary for Dannie to slip across and fill them, as was his custom when they worked together. He would divide the rats at skinning time, so that Jimmy would have just twice as many as he, because Jimmy had a wife to support.

The last trap of the hne lay a little below the curve of Horseshoe Bend; there Dannie twisted the tops of the bags together, climbed the bank, and started across Rainbow Bottom. He settled his load to his shoulders, and glanced ahead to choose the shortest route. He stopped suddenly with a quick intake of breath.

"God!" he cried reverently. ''Hoo beautifu' are Thy works."

The ice-covered Wabash circled Rainbow Bottom like a broad white frame; inside it was a perfect picture wrought in crystal white and snow shadows. The blanket on the earth lay smoothly' in even places, rose with knolls, fell with valleys, curved over prostrate logs, heaped in mounds where bushes grew thickly, and piled high in drifts where the wind blew free.

In the shelter of the bottom the wind had not stripped r the trees of their loads as It had those along the river. The willows, maples, and soft woods bent almost to earth with their shining burden; but the stout, stiffly upstanding trees, the oaks, elms, and cottonwoods defied the elements to bow their nroud heads; while the three mighty trunks of the great sycamore in the middle appeared white as the snow, and dwarfed its companions as it never had in summer; its wide-spreading branches were sharply cut against the blue background, and they tossed their frosted balls in the face of Heaven. The giant of Rainbow Bottom might be broken, but it never would bend. Every clambering vine, every weed and dried leaf wore a coat of lacewebbed frostwork. The wind swept a mist of tiny crystals through the air, while from the shelter of the deep woods across the river a Cardinal whistled gayly.

The bird of Good Cheer, whistling no doubt on an empty crop, made Dannie think of Jimmy, and his unfailing fountain of mirth. Dear Jimmy ! Would he ever take life seriously? How good he was to tramp to town and back after five miles on the ice. He thought of Mar>' with almost a touch of impatience. What did the woman want that was so necessary as to send a man to town after a day on the ice? Jimmy would be dog tired when he came home. Dannie decided to hurry, and do the feeding and carry in the wood before he began to skin the rats.

He found walking uncertain. He plunged into unsuspected hollows, and waded drifts, so that he was* par ting when he reached the lane. From there he caught the gray curl of smoke against the sky from one of two log cabins side by side at the top of the embankment, and he almost

THE RAT-CATCHERS OF THE WABASH 6i ran toward them. Mary might think they were late at the traps, and be out doing the feeding, which would be cold for a woman.

On reaching his own door, he dropped the rat bags inside; then hurried to the yard of the other cabin. He gathered a big load of wood in his arms, and stamping the snow from his feet, called "Open!" at the door. Dannie stepped inside and filled the empty box. With smiling eyes he turned to Maiy, as he brushed the snow and moss from his sleeves.

"Nothing but luck to-day," he said. "Jimmy took eleven fine skins frae his traps before he started to town; I got five more that are his, and I hae eight o' my own."

Mary seemed such a dream to Dannie, standing there all pink, warm and tidy in her fresh blue dress, that he blinked and smiled, half bewildered.

"What did Jimmy go to town for?" she asked.

"Whatever it was ye wanted," answered Dannie.

"What was it I wanted?" persisted Mary.

"He dinna tell me," replied Dannie, the smile wavering.

"Me, either," said Mary. She stooped and picked up her sewing.

Dannie went out, gently closing the door. He stood fof a second on the step, forcing himself to take an inventory of the work. There were the chickens to feed, and the cows to milk, feed, and water. Both the teams must be fed and bedded, a fire in his own house made, and two dozen rats skinned, and the skins put to stretch and cure. And at the end of it all, instead of a bed and rest, there was every probability that h(f* must drive to town after Jimmy; for

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Jimmy could become helpless enough to freeze in a drift on a dollar sixty-five.

**0h, Jimmy, Jimmy!*' muttered Dannie. "I wish ye wadna." He was not thinking of himself so much as of the eyes of the woman inside.

So Dannie did all the work, and cooked his supper, because he never ate in Jimmy's cabin when Jimmy was not there. Then he skinned rats, and watched the clock, because if Jimmy did not come by eleven, it meant he must drive to town and bring him home. No wonder Jimmy chilled at the trapping when he kept his blood on fire with whiskey. At half-past ten, Dannie, with scarcely half the rats finished, went into the storm and hitched to the single buggy. Then he tapped at Mary Malone's door, quite softly, so that he would not disturb her if she had gone to bed. She was not sleeping, however, and the loneliness of her slight figure, as she stood with the lighted room behind her, appealed to Dannie forcibly, so that his voice trembled with pity as he said :

"Mary, Fve run out o' my curing compound juist in the midst of skinning the finest bunch o' rats we've taken frae the traps this winter. I am going to drive to town fra some more before the stores close, and we will be back in less than an hour. I thought Fd tell ye, so if ye wanted me ye wad know why I dinna answer. Ye winna be afraid, will ye?"

"No," replied Mary, "I won't be afraid."

" Bolt the doors, and pile on plenty of wood to keep ye warm," said Dannie as he turned away.

For a minute Mary gazed into the storm. Then a gurt

)f wind nearly swept her from her feet, so she pushed the loor shut, and slid the heavy bolt into place. For a little vhile she leaned and listened to the storm outside. She vas a clean, neat, beautiful Irish woman. Her eyes were vide and blue, her cheeks pink, and her hair black and K)ftly curling around her face and neck. The room in vhich she stood was neat as its keeper. The walls were whitewashed, and covered with prints, pictures, and some imall tanned skins. Dried grasses and flowers filled the rases on the mantel. The floor was covered with a triped rag carpet, and in the big open fireplace a wood ire roared. In an opposite corner stood a modern cookng stove, the pipe passing through a hole in the wall, and I door led into a sleeping room adjoining.

As her eyes swept the room they rested finally on a Tamed lithograph of the Virgin, with the Infant in her irms. Slowly Mary advanced, gazing on the serene )ictured face of the mother clasping her child. Before it jhe stood staring. Suddenly her breast began to heave, isrhile the big tears brimmed from her eyes and slid down ler cheeks.

"Since you look so wise, why don't you tell me why?" jhe demanded. **0h, if you have any mercy, tell me j^hy!"

Then before the steady look in the calm eyes, she hastily made the sign of the cross, and slipping to the floor, she laid her head on a chair, sobbing aloud.

RUBEN O'KHAYAM AND THE MILK PAIL

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CHAPTER II Ruben O'khayam anb the Milk Pail

IMMY MALONE, carrying a shining tin milk pail, stepped into Casey's saloon.

"E' much as wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my robe of Honor — well, I wonder what the Vinters buy One-half so precious as the stuff they sell."

Jimmy stared at the back of a man leaning against the bar, gazing lovingly at a glass of red wine, while he recited in mellow, swinging tones. Gripping the milk pail, Jimmy advanced a step. The man stuck a thumb in the belt of his Norfolk jacket, and the verses flowed on:

**The grape that can with logic absolute The two and seventy jarring sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute."

Jimmy's mouth fell open; he slowly nodded indorsement of the sentiment. The man lifted his glass:

"Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Yesterday this Day's Madness did prepare; To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair; Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: Drink I for you know not why you go nor where.**

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Jimmy set the milk pail on the bar and faced the man: "'Fore God, that's the only sinsible word I ever heard on my side of the quistion in all me life. And to think that it should come from the mouth of a man wearing such a Goto-Hellcoat!"

Jimmy shoved the milk pail in front of the stranger. "In the name of humanity, impty yourself of that," he said. "Fill me pail with the stuff so I can take it home to Mary. She's always got the best of the argumint, but I'm thinkin' that would cork her. You won't?'* questioned Jimmy resentfully. "Kape it to yoursilf, thin, like you did your wine." He pushed the bucket toward the barkeeper, and emptied his pocket on the bar. "There, Casey, you be the Sovereign Alchemist, and transmute that metal into Melwood pretty quick^ for I've not wet me whistle in three days, and the belly of me is filled with burnin' autumn leaves. Gimme a loving cup, and come on boys, this is on me while it lasts."

The barkeeper swept the coin into the till, picked up the bucket, and started back toward a beer keg.

"Oh no you don't!" cried Jimmy. "Come back here and count that * leaden metal,' and then be transmutin' it into whiskey straight, the purest gold you got. You don't drown out a three-days' thirst with beer. You ought to give me 'most two quarts for that."

The barkeeper was wise. He knew that what Jimmy started would go on with men who could pay, so he filled the order generously.

Jimmy picked up the pail. He dipped a small glass in the liquor, and held near an ounce aloft.

-"'I wonder what the Vinters buy One-half so precious as the stuff they sell?"

he quoted. ""'Down goes!'' and he emptied the glass at a draught. Then he walked to the group at the stove, and began dipping a drink for each.

When Jimmy came to a gray-haired man, with a high forehead and an intellectual face, he whispered:

"Take your full time, Cap. Who's the rhymin' inkybator?"

''Thread man, Boston," mouthed the Captain, as he reached for the glass with trembling fingers. Jimmy held on. "Do you know that stuff he's giving off?" The Captain nodded, and arose. He always declared he could feel it farther if he drank standing.

"What's his name.^" whispered Jimmy, releasing the dass.

"Rubaiyat, Omar Kha^^am," panted the Captain, and was lost. Jimmy finished the round of his friends; then approached the bar.

His voice was softening. "Mister Ruben O'Khayam," he said, "it's me private opinion that ye nade lacetrimmed pantalettes and a sash to complate your costume, but barrin' clothes, I'm entangled in the thrid of your discourse. Bein' a Boston man meself, it appeals to me, that I detict the refinemint of the East in yer voice. Now these, me frinds, that I've just been tratin', are men of these parts; but we of the middle East don't set up to equal the culture of the extreme East. So, Mr. O'Khayam, solely for the benefit you might be to us, Fm askin' you to join me and me frinds in the momenchous initiation of me new milk pail."

Jimmy lifted a brimming glass, and offered it to the Thread Man. "Do you transmute?" he asked. Now ii the Boston man had looked Jimmy in the eye, and said **I do," this story would not have been told. But he did not. He glanced at the milk pail, and the glass, which had passed through the hands of a dozen men in a little country saloon in the wilds of Indiana, and said : " I do not care to partake of further refreshment; if I can be of intellectual benefit, I might remain for a time."

For an instant Jimmy lifted the five feet ten of his height to six; but in another he shrank below normal. What appeared to the Thread Man to be a humble, deferential seeker after wisdom, led him to one of the chairs around the big coal base burner. The boys who knew Jimmy were watching the whites of his eyes, as they drank the second round. At this stage Jimmy was velvet. How long he remained so depended on the depth of Melwood in the milk pail between his knees. He smiled winningly on the Thread Man.

*'Ye know. Mister O'Khayam," he said, ''at the present time you are located in one of the wooliest parts of the wild East. I don't suppose anything woolier could be found on the plains of Nebraska where I am reliably informed they've stuck up a pole and labelled it the cintre of the United States. Being a thousand miles closer that pole than you are in Boston, naturally we come by that distance closer to the great wool industry. Most of our wool here grows on our tongues, and we shear it by this transmutin' process, concerning which you have discoursed so beautiful. But barrin' the shearin' of our wool, we are the mildest, most sheepish fellows you could imagine. I don't reckon now there is a man among us who could be induced to blat or to butt, under the most tryin' circumstances. My Mary's got a little lamb, and all the rist of the boys are lambs. But all the lambs are waned, and clusterin' round the milk pail. Ain't that touchin'? Come on, now, Ruben, ile up and edify us some more!"

"On what point do you seek enlightenment?" inquired the Thread Man.

Jimmy stretched his long legs in pure delight as he spat against the stove.

"Oh, you might loosen up on the work of a man," he suggested. "These lambs of Casey's fold may lam things from you to help thim in the striss of life. Now here's Jones, for instance, he's holdin' togither a gang of sixty gibbering Atalyans; any wan of thim would cut his throat and skip in the night for a dollar, but he kapes the beast in thim under, and they're gettin' out gravel for the bed of a railway. Bingham there is oil. He's punchin' the earth full of wan thousand foot holes, and sendin' off two hundred quarts of nitroglycerine at the bottom of thim, and pumpin' the accumulation across continents to furnish folks light and hate. York here is runnin' a field railway between Bluffton and Celina, so that I can get to the river and the resurvoir to fish without walkin'. Haines is bossin' a crew of forty Canadians and he's takin' the timber from the woods hereabouts, and sending it to be made into boats to carry stuff across sea. Meself, and me partner, Dannie Micnoun, are the lady-likest lambs in the bunch. We grow grub to feed folks in summer and trap for skins to cover 'em in winter. Corn is our great commodity. Plowin' and hoein' it in summer, and huskin' it in the fall is sich lamb-like work. But don't mintion it in the same brith with tendin' our four dozen fur traps on a twenty-below-zero day. Freezing hands and fate, and fallin' into air bubbles, and building fires to thaw out our frozen grub. Now here among us poor little ' transmutin' * lambs you come, a raging lion, ripresentin' the cultour and rayfinement of the far East. By the pleats on your breast you show us the style. By the thrid case in your hand you furnish us material so that our women can tuck their petti-* coats so fancy, and by the book in your head you teach us your sooperiority. By the same token, I wish I had that book in me head, for I could just squelch Dannie and Mary with it complate. Say, Mister O'Khayam, next time you come this way bring me a copy. Fm wantin' it bad. I got what you gave off all secure, but I take it there's more. No man goin' at that clip could shut off with thim few lines. Do you know the rist ? "