Harper's new monthly magazine . assed be-tween them. This is the way history is written. I daresay about others besides Philip, in English pa-pers as well as American, have fables been nar-rated. CHAPTEK XXVI. CONTAINS A TUG OF WAR. Who was the first to spread the report thatPhilip was a prodigal who had ruined his poorconfiding father ? I thought I knew a personwho might be interested in getting under anyshelter, and sacrificing even his own son for hisown advantage. I thought I knew a man whohad done as much already, and surely might doso again; but my wife flew into one of her tem-pests of
Harper's new monthly magazine . assed be-tween them. This is the way history is written. I daresay about others besides Philip, in English pa-pers as well as American, have fables been nar-rated. CHAPTEK XXVI. CONTAINS A TUG OF WAR. Who was the first to spread the report thatPhilip was a prodigal who had ruined his poorconfiding father ? I thought I knew a personwho might be interested in getting under anyshelter, and sacrificing even his own son for hisown advantage. I thought I knew a man whohad done as much already, and surely might doso again; but my wife flew into one of her tem-pests of indignation when I hinted somethingof this, clutched her own children to her heart,according to her maternal wont, asked me wasthere any power would cause me to belie them ?and sternly rebuked me for daring to be sowicked, heartless, and cynical. My dear creat-ure, wrath is no answer. You call me heart-less and cynic for saying men are false andwicked. Have you never heard to what lengths r> 240 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY some bankrupts will go ? To appease the wolveswho chase them in the winter forest, have younot read how some travelers will cast all theirprovisions out of the sledge ? Then, when allthe provisions are gone, dont you know that theywill fling out perhaps the sister, perhaps the mo-ther, perhaps the baby, the little, dear, tenderinnocent? Dont you see him tumbling amongthe howling pack, and the wolves gnashing,gnawing, crashing, gobbling him up in thesnow? Oh, horror, horror! My wife clutchesall the young ones to her breast as I utter thesefiendish remarks. She hugs them in her em-brace, and says, For shame! and that I ama monster, and so on. Go to! Go down onyour knees, woman, and acknowledge the sin-fulness of our human kind. How long had ourrace existed ere murder and violence began ?and how old was the world ere brother slewbrother ? Well, my wife and I came to a might have my opinion, but was there anyneed to communicate it to poor Phili
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