He would exhibit him as the
meanest, most contemptible insect that ever crawled on the surface
of the earth.
In the middle of this furious tirade my poor little brother burst out
crying. "Keep your miserable tears till the paper is out," shouted the
other, "as you will have good reason to shed them then. You will be a
marked being, every one will then point the finger of scorn at you and
wonder how he could ever have thought well of such a pitiful little
wretch."
This was more than the little fellow could stand, and he suddenly fled
from the room, still crying; then we all laughed, and the angry editor
laughed too, proud of the effect his words had produced.
Our little brother did not join us at play that afternoon: he was in
hiding somewhere, keeping watch on the movements of his enemy, who was
no doubt engaged already in writing that dreadful article which would
make him a marked being for the rest of his life.
In due time the editor, his task finished, came forth, and mounting
his horse, galloped off; and the little watcher came out, and stealing
into the room where the _Tin Box_ was kept, carried it off to the
carpenter's shop. There with chisel and hammer he broke the lid to
pieces, and taking out all the papers, set to work to tear them up
into the minutest fragments, which were carried out and scattered all
over the place.
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