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he carried with care well away from his 
legs. Occasionally he used the net handle 
to arrest his little involuntary excursions to 
one or the other side of the road. Coming in 
this devious fashion to the village store, 
then closed for the night, he stopped and 
looked about. He laid the bag and the net 
on the stoop, and, with a weary sigh, seat- 
ed himself between them. For a time he 
sat motionless and silent, thinking deeply. 
Finally he raised his head, and, with a 
wide, inclusive gesture, addressed a row of 
pickle barrels. 
“Come,” he said, “lesh reason ’bout thish 
thing. Puts me in mosh embarrashin’ po- 
shition. Me an’ ’Bijah Dusenbury went 
fishin’. There was a ’splosion, an’ ’Bijah, 
wishout statin’ any teshtamentary wishes, 
went to that bright bourne where they don’t 
need punk. 
“Now, ish my bounden duty,” he con- 
tinued, with a sidelong glance at the bag, 
PORTRAITS OF 
Enclosed I send you photographs of a 
little wren that built a nest near our house. 
When I first tried to 
take the photos the 
wrens were much 
afraid of the camera. 
I put a black cloth 
over the camera and 
stood quietly by the 
tripod until the wren 
came to the post to 
see what was taking 
place. Several times 
I practiced this until 
one bright morning, 
with stop No. 6, 1-50 
second, medium plate, 
DO I SEE A WORM! J[ took both of the 

RECREATION. 
“to take thesh few remainsh eisher to cor- 
oner or to bereaved family. If I go coroner 
he’ll shay, ‘whersh resh of ’im? Howsh 
jury goin’ formulate theory on thish mea- 
ger data? If thish is ’Bijah, who’sh goin’ 
know what killed him? Pr’aps you poi- 
shoned thish man; pr‘aps thash why didn’t 
bring his stomach.’ 
“An’ if I take ’Bijah’s relics to his relict, 
it'll be worsh yet. Howsh she goin’ put his 
besht black suit on ’im? Howsh mourners 
going press kish on pallid lips of departed 
or drop tear on’s alabaster brow, when | 
couldn’t fin’ his durn ole head? Howsh 
they goin’ put hic jacet over’s ashes, lesh 
they dynamite a tombstone factory? 
“Nosher thing; lesh ’Bijah begins get 
himself togesher d’rectly, he’s bound de- 
lay the reshurrection!” 
And, wagging his head dolefully, the tall 
man resumed his burdens and his way. 
A NEIGHBOR. 
photographs. I made 
6 exposures before I 
succeeded in getting 
one print that would 
develop clear. J tried 
first to use the back 
combination of the 
lens, but the subject 
being so close and the 
plate so far from the 
lens it was under ex- 
posed. 
W. S. Olcutt, 
Lyndon, Kas. 

AMATEUR PHOTOS By 
W. S. OLCUTT, 
GRACE AFTER MEAT, 
——- -— — 
A girl in the arms is worth 2 in the 
push.—Life. 
“You never applaud at a concert.” 
“No,” answered Mr. Cumrox. 
“If I en- 
joy a piece well enough to applaud it, I 
know it isn't the sort of music mother and 
the girls would approve of my applauding.” 
—Washington Star. 
