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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 13, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 18',
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By Selina Elizabeth Higgins.
' "John, people are beginning to talk
' "That so?" retorted John Durand,
:smiling at his sister Keziah in his
usual placid',- good-natured way.
"What they found out about me,
"They say you are no good in the
world, that you are constitutionally
"Hello, Who's That, I Wonder?"
lazy and wonder how I tolerate you
I around the house from morning till
"Hope you're not getting tired of
t the only relative you've got in the
' world, Keziah?" questioned John
"Not at all," declared the old spin
' ster promptly, "only you must admit
that the live you live isn't a very am
"Now, see here, Keziah," objected
John, "look at these circumstances.
Here two years ago I got tired of slav
ing as clerk in a cheap grocery store.
I went down to Central America, lo
cated a mine, dug out nearly five
thousand dollars, came back here,
bought this little place and we don't
owe anybody anything, do we? Then
who's business is it if I want to take
a little rest?"
"A little!" sighed Miss Keziah des
perately. "Vhy, John, you have
grown notorious fpr your procrasti
nation. Here you have been offered all
kinds of positions and you put them
off with all kinds of excuses. Either
it's Washington's birthday, or the
Fourth of July is coming, or it's some
kind of an anniversary why, when
they wanted you to superintend the
picnic grounds you said you couldn't
think of it because it was the longest
day in the year. Always some excuse!
I declare, you're getting so that you
sleep in the sun all day and hardly go
down town once a week."
'."Tell you, sister," explained John,
"I believe I contracted the hookworm
down there in Honduras and haven't
got over it yet. As to the holiday habit,
that's the rule in that country and it
spoiled me. You see, it was so hot
you couldn't work daytimes. Why,
where I was the boats brought meat
only two days in the week. When it
came, a native would stick his head
out of a window of his hut. Red flag,
beef white flag, pork. If it was pork
day and the native liked beef, he
would go back to bed and sleep till
beef day came around, see?"
John was droll and funny and Ke
ziah had to laugh despite herself.
John was jolly. He was fat, easily
satisfied and his little fortune kept
them comfortably. He had, indeed,
acquired new habits in the tropics. He
slept all day and usually roved about
in the woods or along the lake half
the night "studying nature and
making up poetry," was his explana
tion of this caper.
"There's another thing, Keziah,"
added John, "I sort of depend on Wal
ter. You know, after his disappoint-