Mercur Miner | 1905-11-01 | Page 3 | Juvenile Depravity

Juvenile Depravity. Farmer Harrowfiold was passing casually through his orchard, when an unwonted dark bulk up In his best applo tree caught his eye, and closer Inspection rovenled a guilty nnd nnx-louB-looklng urchin hugging tho branches. Nnturally ho roared out tho nngry but unnecessary question: "What aro jou doing thoro among my apples, jou young rnscnl?" A whimper wns tho only reply. "I was on'y p-plckln' em, sir!" gasped tho terrified urchin. "Well, of all tho cheoky young brnts I over camo ncross!" suld Harrowfiold. Harrow-fiold. "And what right 'avo you to pick 'em?" Wank sllonco for a moment, nnd thou a brilliant excuse Unshed Into the detected raider's mind. Ho remembered remem-bered something ho had read In n weekly paper a few days previously. "I w-wanled "em for tho dipsomania, sir!" ho blubberod. "They son npples Is good for dlpsomnnla, and I'm one of 'om. I suffers from It vory bad, sir." London Answers.