“Tl am no good!” 
“Yes, you, you humbug!” . 
Here both of them became enemies at once, whereupon 
they sprang in the middle of the sidewalk, and, according to 
the attitude that is characteristic for young adversaries, they 
rolled their eyes with indignation, formed their hands into 
fists, then, as they advanced and retreated, now and then 
uttering exasperated exclamations, they began to hit each 
other in the eye, nose, mouth, and various other parts of the 
body, gs Linso, who was about to became defeated, ex- 
laimed: 
‘ “Stop! Stop! Willie! I will call my big brother!” 
Willie stopped at once, but not on account of what Linso 
said about his big brother, because he was a good little fighter, 
not being afraid of any one. On the other hand, he closed 
the battle in order to keep Kate from seeing him fighting, for 
she had appeared within the distance. As she approached, 
being dressed in magnificent garments of girlhood, and her 
youthful form of sublimity, her easy going gait, and all the 
other charming individualities of her whole self began to mag- 
netize her two lovers as they stood with their eyes and mouths 
wide open. Hence, when she came very close to them, having 
a red rose in her hand, she said: 
“Ah, what a beautiful rose that I have!” 
“Where did you get it?” asked Linso. 
“Jinks, my sweetheart, gave it to me!” 
She did not stop; as she passed on with the rose in her 
hand, a smile on her face, and her beautiful hair flying in a 
balmy breeze, Linso and Willie looked at her, then at each 
other, in a state of melancholy, whereupon I closed my win- 
dow and resumed reading. 
A MOONSHINE COMEDIAN 
“Here he comes!” 
“From what direction?” 
“From the north!” 
“Ha, ha, ha! Behold, Bacchus is drunk again!” 
The foregoing words were uttered by two enthusiastic 
boys, youths about fifteen years of age; and, the man about 
whom they spoke, or exclaimed, Bacchus, was really coming 
from the north. Furthermore, that it was customary to see 
Bacchus always in a state of intoxication, he was given the 
name of Bacchus by a shoemaker in the neighborhood; for, 
Bacchus being a Greek god of wine, and that the children 
called their modern Bacchus “Winehead,” this shoemaker 
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