She had some pretty big bruises, too, and I had to----" "But why didn't they send for a doctor ?" However, this question was only a flicker of dying incredulity.
"Oh, they didn't want any DOCTOR," exclaimed the inspired realist promptly.

"They don't want anybody to HEAR about it because Uncle John might reform--and then where'd he be if everybody knew he'd been a drunkard and whipped his wife and baby daughter ?" "Oh!" said Miss Spence.
"You see, he used to be upright as anybody," he went on explanatively.
"It all begun----" "Began, Penrod." "Yes'm.

It all commenced from the first day he let those travelling men coax him into the saloon." Penrod narrated the downfall of his Uncle John at length.

In detail he was nothing short of plethoric; and incident followed incident, sketched with such vividness, such abundance of colour, and such verisimilitude to a drunkard's life as a drunkard's life should be, that had Miss Spence possessed the rather chilling attributes of William J.Burns himself, the last trace of skepticism must have vanished from her mind.

Besides, there are two things that will be believed of any man whatsoever, and one of them is that he has taken to drink.