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HAD one day given my friend Annabel Lee the bare outline of the facts in a case, and I asked her if she would kindly make a story from it and tell it me.

So my friend Annabel Lee told me a little story that also runs in my mind, someway, in measure and rhythm.

"There lived in a town in Montana," said my friend Annabel Lee, "not very long ago, in a quiet street, a family of that sort of persons which is called Jewish. And it is so short a time ago that they are there yet.

"Their name was Kaatenstein.

"There was Mrs. Kaatenstein and Mr. Kaatenstein and the four young children,