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"It's the law. I'm-sorry, it's the law." He turned to the sheriffs. Tell him, will you ?”

You James Dearth?" asked one of them. A nod. "Well, legal possession has been given to this representative of Dessner, Ltd.”

"I ain't goin

Sim was hot with bewilderment. "What happens now?" he asked the sheriffs. "Can't you get him out of here?"

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"No, we're no power to touch im. We give possession, then you can do what you like”

"But what am I to do?”

"He's a trespasser now and if he won't go, you can always call the police."

Sims explained this to Dearth. "What about my orse an art. an all

"What horse:?”.

"Over there, behind me shed, Is me forse. James Dearth walk- ed to the shack and beckoned his sons. They began to do things to the horse and cart as if the others were not there. The horse, too, was well worn and must have been grateful for the staying of the shafts.

"What a job, what 2 job!" thought Sims. He whispered with the sheriffs and called out, "You must take those away.”

“I ain't goin'"

"You can turn those out on the street" (from a sheriff). "What a horse? Adrift ???

"Or you can take them.” "You hear that?" called out Sims.

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"Take me 'orse an' cart, then! Take me coat off me back an' all!” And he pulled off his coat, flung it on the ground, and squared his fists to the air. He seized a spade and flourished it as if to smash all about him; but he only knocked the head off a cabbage and then went rigid, his sturdy legs wide apart, his body tapering to the narrow hunched shoulders, as if he would never be uprooted from this soil

"I've had enough of this," mut- tered Sims. "Police." And, sweat- ing profusely, he ran out and down the road. Soon he was seen returning with a towering ·COLIS- table, who leisurely pushed a bicy- de. The sheriffs, drawn apart were smoking pipes and mutter- ing together.

"These are the bailiffs," said Sims, with all the breath that was still in him. "They can tell you it's all proper and legal.” The constable looked at their papers as if he understood them; then he approached Dearth.

"Put that there spade down," he said casually,

"I ain't goin'. "I ain't goin'. It's all a plot behind me back. You can lock me up. I ain't goin'.”-

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The constable was ammoved. He was easy and paternal, as if ob- sessed, excited men were no trou- ble at all. "Now, look ere, lad

die. Ye're in the wrong, and ye know it. The law's on these folks? side. Ye'll 'ave to come along t'station if ye don't go quiet.”

Dearth paced about and rambl- ed incoherently. He cursed weeds, solicitors, landlords, together. He would go to the station: he would bring his bed down to the shed and sleep there; he would wear a placard of his wrongs in the High- streets; he would not go.

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Taken at the Sailors and Soldiers Home in Wanchai on Christmas Night when the boys of HM ships in Hong Kong were entertained to dinner. (Mail" photo).

Be sensible chap, now, and quiet.

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"What a day!" thought Sims. The sweat he had exuded Was drying on him cold A fine drizzle of rain began.

The two sons of Dearth had been silent up to here. Now the taller spoke. "Come on, dad, it ain't no good." Dearth was growing calm. er. He seemed suddenly tired. "They're all agin me," he said, in a graveyard tone. He turned towards the shed, finished harness- ́ing the horse, and collected his

tools and canvas bags..

"We'll be going now. You'll get the bill for sheriffs' fees to- morrow," said a sheriff's man to Sims. They walked away, without the third one having said his piece. Dearth led the horse and creaking cart to the gate, and the two sons followed, bearing the spades and the forks.

Like one in a dream Sims watch- ed until their forms faded down the road in the murk and the rain. Then he himself strode off at a great pace to the nearest tavern and bought himself a stiff drink.

BEDTIME STORY

A man was brought before the magistrate for having slapped a woman in a bus."

"What on earth made you do that?" asked the magistrate.

“I couldn't help myself; I just had to," the man replied. "You see, this woman gets in the bus- and sits opposite to me. She opens her bag, takes out - her purse, closes her bag, opens her her purse, open her bag, puts in purse, takes out a penny, closes

in her purse, closes her bag. Then she notices that the conductor - has gone on top of the bus, so she opens her bag, takes out her purse, closes her bag, opens her pirse, puts back the penny, closes her purse, opens her bag, puts back the purse and closes her bag.

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"When the conductor comes down, she opens her bag, takes out her purse, closes her bag, opens her purse, takes penny, closes her purse, opens her bag, puts in her purse, closes her bag, and gives the penny to the

conductor. He gives her a tic-takes out her pursė– - ket

"She opens her bag, takes out her purse, closes her bag, opens her purse, puts in the ticket, closes her purse, opens her bag,. puts in her purse, and closes her bag. Half a minute later a tic- ket inspector jumps on the bus. So the woman opens her bag.

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"Stop broke in the magis- trate. "I've heard enough" of that. You're driving us all crazy."

"Yes," said the man, "that's exactly what happened to me: so I slapped her.”

"You're discharged!" said the magistrate.

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