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Show Hereditary Talent. From the postoffice steps Freeman Davis watched Professor Lane cross the road and enter the wheelwright's shop on the opposite side. "Goes in an' out free as you or me." Mr. Davis remarked to Jabez Sewall, "an' nobody knows how many letters he is entitled to write after his name." Jabez nodded. "But what I can't just make out is how he come by all his smartness. Far's I know, none of his forbears ever amounted to much In a lit'rary way." "What you talkln' about?" Mr. Davis demanded warmly. "You know's well's I do that his father could spell Nebuchadnezzar quicker'n any other boy in school!" Youth's Companion. |