her in there that used to live across the alley

Well, you know just as well as I- Aw, I ain't a-goin' to tell! "

The old party looked gently into the strange boy's red, shame-coloured face. Tears streaked through the freckles, but he tried to smile.

"Go on, Bud; I'll understand."

"Well, you remember that night she was standing by the fence, that June evening when we came home from Pilliken's party? Well, doggone it, she killed me killed me as dead as a nit, I tell you! She did she who is in the house she who has been in the house all these years she killed me, I tell you!" The strange boy wagged a vengeful head toward the door.

How? Why, how, Bud?" exclaimed the old party under his breath, also, furtively keeping his eyes on the door.

"With that-that

that first awful kiss!"

Oh, you know with

"Oh-I-see!" replied the man.

she-"

"And so

"Yes," interrupted the strange boy; "she

turned me into a dream and into

you

a man

- and

we parted."

As the book fell to the floor the old party cried: "Son! Son, how about that music? Isn't it time for your practicing?"

Just a minute, daddy!" called back Fourteen. "I'm inventing a new kind of airship, with an armour-plate bottom, for war!" And the young men saw visions.

The old party smiled sadly and sighed as he saw the strange boy dragging himself slowly round the corner to finish his evening chores, limping heavily as he went, and whispered:

"And the old men dream dreams!"

THE END

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The Abyss

BY NATHAN KUSSY

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