“Then I saw it was a stranger, and I screamed.”
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“I hate to be a kicker, and generally stand for peace; but the wheel that does the squeaking is the wheel that gets the grease.”—Kipling.
Our Rural Mail Box
I. Scream—You ask me to publish the story entitled “Heaven’s Above” and I am herewith complying, poetical style:
I kissed the dimple in her chin,
Her cheeks suffused with red;
Reprovingly she looked at me,