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Yes, Byrd—dead four-and-a-half years now—was a Kleagle in the Ku Klux Klan.

Now-a-days it is the bankrupt who flouts, and his too confiding creditors who are jeered and laughed at.

He felt himself the meanest, vilest thing a-crawl upon this sinful earth, and she—dear God!

All that scientific bric-a-brac in the cupboard had far better be thrown away.

It was one of those long moments that makes a fellow draw his breath sharp when he thinks about it afterward.

Instead of writing slander and flat blasphemy, they propose to draw it, and not draw it mild.