YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



Uncle Siah, turned all faces with a jerk 

 toward the broad open door. Through it a 

 baleful, wrathful figure had been advancing, 

 fiery-eyed, with trailing wings and velvet 

 footfalls unseen, unfelt, till a horny beak 

 shot forth like the flash of a saw-edged 

 poniard into Uncle Siah's posterior, as he 

 sat hump-backed upon his wooden Gib- 

 raltar. 



One wild vision of Billy Honks waving 

 his first victorious colors, in the shape of an 

 inch-wide strip of Uncle Siah's blue denim 

 overalls, and all was rout and confusion. 

 Whirling around on his wooden throne, Un- 

 cle Siah kicked vengefully at his assailant. 

 This was just the challenge Billy wanted. 

 Up he mounted to the low-browed ceiling, 

 like a spirit of evil, fanning out the lamp 

 into utter darkness with his black wings, as 

 he went crashing through the glass jars of 

 chemicals on top of the grand new soda 

 fountain. 



But the darkness could not cover Uncle 

 Siah nor his compeers from his eagle eyes. 

 Three rushing thud thud thuds, three 

 toppling barrels, the crash of a two-gallon 

 jug full of New Orleans molasses against the 

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