"Quad's odds"; . etite. There was a time when I could have roastedand eaten you for dinner, but now the smell of baked oldwoman gives me the heart-burn. She drew off a little further and asked: And what are you going to do now ? My present business is buying dead bodies and ship-ping them to Australia, where they are used as fence-postsand door-steps. I buy a body whenever I can secure it ata fair price, but when I cant I steal it! Excuse me ! she suddenly remarked, but I guess Illchange over to the other seat! She made the change, but during the entire ride shekept an eye on me, and once I sa
"Quad's odds"; . etite. There was a time when I could have roastedand eaten you for dinner, but now the smell of baked oldwoman gives me the heart-burn. She drew off a little further and asked: And what are you going to do now ? My present business is buying dead bodies and ship-ping them to Australia, where they are used as fence-postsand door-steps. I buy a body whenever I can secure it ata fair price, but when I cant I steal it! Excuse me ! she suddenly remarked, but I guess Illchange over to the other seat! She made the change, but during the entire ride shekept an eye on me, and once I saw her shiver as she shell neer forget. 245 thought of an old woman being sawed up. Her friendswere at the depot to meet her, and as she got off the stepsI heard her say: Howdy, Sarah—and hows Melindy—and youd betterlook out, for theres a body-snatcher on this keer—andhows George—and hes got red hair and used to eatwomen—and hows Sarahs health—and hes been a roav-ing pirate, and But the train moved WHAT A CHILD SAW. ^TESTERDAY morning some people living in a darkr£j street entered a house to find father and motherbeastly drunk on the floor, and their child, a boy four yearsold, dead in his cradle. The parents looked like beasts—the child wore the sweetest, tenderest smile on its whiteface that any of them ever saw. It had been ailing fordays, and its brief life had been full of bitter woe, but yetthe women cried as they bent over the old cradle andkissed its cold cheeks and felt its icy hands. Father and mother lay down at dark the evening before,and people passing by heard the child crying and was too weak to crawl out of the cradle, and its voicewas not strong enough to break the chains of drunkenstupor. When the sun went down and the evening shad-ows danced across the floor and seemed to grasp at himthe boy grew afraid and cried out. The shadows camefaster, and as they raced around the room and scowleddarkly at the lone child he nestled down and
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