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by Bacorn 27 Dec '09

27 Dec '09

O be cruel to be kind, sometimes," he said oracularly. "Why, the man may be married. May be anything. A taxi driver! Doesn't that in itself show that he's hiding from something?" She sat, a small obese figure made larger by her furs, and stared at him with troubled eyes. "I don't know, Wallie," she said helplessly. "In a way, it might be better to tell her. She could put him out of her mind, then. But I hate to do it. It's like stabbing a baby." He understood her, and nodded. When, after taking a turn or two about the room he again stopped in front of her his angry flush had subsided. "It's the devil of a mess," he commented. "I suppose the square thing to do is to tell Doctor David, and let him decide. I've got too much at stake to be a judge of what to

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by Demay 25 Dec '09

25 Dec '09

T states thousands of barrels of fruit lay and rotted on the ground because the railroads could not handle it. In an orchard near my own I saw two thousand barrels lie and go to waste because there were no shipping facilities cheap enough to make it worth while to send the apples to market. Hill has said that if all the fruit orchards set out in western states come to maturity, it will require twenty times the rolling stock that exists today to ship the fruit out in time to reach the market in a salable condition. The same of wheat, especially in the West, where wheat is raised in quantities too great for any individual granary. A few years ago, when the northwestern states had their banner crop, piles of wheat the size of a miniature town lay exposed t

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24 Dec '09

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by Good Tousey 24 Dec '09

24 Dec '09

That. You don't understand what you're saying." "Perfectly," she assured him. "I'm not a bit good. Education has taken all the namby-pamby nonsense out of me." But he was not really hearing; besides, what had women to do with the realities of life? They were made to be the property of men--that was the truth, though he would never have confessed it to any woman. They were made to be possessed. "And I must possess this woman," he thought, his blood running hot. He said: "Why not help me to make a career? I can do it, Jen, with you to help." She had thought of this before--of mak

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