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 a mind like an express-train, a healthy body and a chance to set the world on fire. That's the chief score I've got against you. He's the dearest, winningest, cleverest, bravest little man in the world; and just because his father was a drunken, self—pampered little sot, he's got to suffer all his short life, and go out like a candle. I forgive you for bringing me out here. I forgive you for deserting your wife. I forgive you for being a coward and running away, and for being dishonest and making a fortune. But I can't forgive you for Jack."

"Awf'ly severe," said Tibbs, with downcast eyes—"awf'ly."

"Stand up," said Beauling.

Tibbs arose. Beauling took him by the shoulders and turned him around.

"I'm very much bigger and stronger than you," said Beauling, "and I shall never take much pride in what I am going to do—hold still!"

"What you going do, Beauling?" said Tibbs, uneasily.

"Tibbs," said Beauling, "I'm going