The acme magazine . a barbacued ven-ison, a pair of wild tur-keys, a pot of soursteaming sofka, bowls oftomfuller—it was a feastfit for a king, and seat-ed at the head of thetable, arrayed as an In-dian Prince, sat Push-ma-ta-ha, while at theother end, in the garb ofan Indian Princess, wasMrs. Push, who made merryadmiring friends. The sofkatasted and pushed aside, thefuller and fried pumpkin weretaken of sparingly, the venison was helped and all was proceeding merrily, whennoiselessly the door was opened andthere entered an old weazened womanfollowed by four fat ones not so old, anda hoard of
The acme magazine . a barbacued ven-ison, a pair of wild tur-keys, a pot of soursteaming sofka, bowls oftomfuller—it was a feastfit for a king, and seat-ed at the head of thetable, arrayed as an In-dian Prince, sat Push-ma-ta-ha, while at theother end, in the garb ofan Indian Princess, wasMrs. Push, who made merryadmiring friends. The sofkatasted and pushed aside, thefuller and fried pumpkin weretaken of sparingly, the venison was helped and all was proceeding merrily, whennoiselessly the door was opened andthere entered an old weazened womanfollowed by four fat ones not so old, anda hoard of children. Looking up, to hisdismay Push-ma-ta-ha saw that his en-tire family had come unbidden to thefeast. For the second time in his life hefelt the cold chills of fear creep up hisspinal column—the other time was yearsago when the Indian Police had caughthim. an untamed youth, to take him toChilicco. He gazed helplessly into theaccusing faces now close to his side, andwaited miserably for the shock—it A discredited and broken brave. with wastom- par- The guests who had paused at the in-,terruption, gazed curiously at the intru-ders, supposing them to be a part of theshow, but not so their hostess; she notedat once that something was wrong andwas filled with dread. Who are these people, she asked,addressing her husband. Why dontyou order them out? What do theywant? But he was speechless, and it was thedaughter of MotyTiger who answeredher: What we want, sheexclaimed shrilly. Wewant our man—you trysteal an she, here shepointed to the old wo-man, Want her houseand farm you take, anthese, and here shewaved one fat arm overthe swarm of childrenat her heels, Want theirpap. Who are you? thenow thoroughly fright-ened woman faltered. Me him wife, anher, an her, and her,an her, and she point-ed to each successively,an we came for not think so? Read this then, andcoming near she held up to her horrifiedgaze a paper which she recognized as amarriage certificate, a
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