RuthlesOutside, the woods lay in cl

Ruthles

Outside, the woods lay in clear October sunlight: the autumn air was full of the sharp, exciting smell of moist, leaf-covered earth. Inside, a man smiled grimly as he turned from the bathroom cabinet, entered the primitive livingroom of his mountain camp, and crossed to a closet set in the pine wall.
It was his special closet with a spring lock, and in it he kept guns, ammunition, fishing rods and liquor. Not even his wife was allowed to have a key, for Judson Webb loved his personal possessions and became furious if they were touched by any hand but his own.
The closet door stood open: he had been packing his things away for the winter, and in a few minutes he would be driving back to civilisation.
As he looked at the shelf on which the liquor stood, his smile was not attractive. All the bottles were unopened, except one quart of Bourbon which was placed invitingly in front, a whiskey glass by its self. The bottle was less than half full. As he took it from the shelf, his wife spoke from the next bedroom. “Everything is packed, Judson,” she said. “Hasn't Alec come to turn the water off and get the keys?”
Alec lived about a mile down the road and acted as a caretaker for the city folks when they were away.
“He's down at the lake taking the boats out of the water", he said, "he'd be backing in half an hour."
Mabel came into the room carrying her suitcase. But she paused in surprise as she saw the bottle in her husband's hand. “Judson!” she exclaimed, “you're not taking a drink at ten o'clock in the morning, are you?”
“You're wrong, my dear,” he chuckled, “I'm not taking anything out of this bottle; I'm only putting something into it.” His closed hand opened, and he put two tiny white tablets on the table as he started to uncork the whiskey. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him. She had learned to dread that tone of his voice; it was the tone he used when he was planning to "put something over in business.
“Whoever broke into my closet last winter and stole my liquor will probably try it again once we are out of here,” he went on, “only this time he'll wish he hadn't.”
She caught her breath at this cruel vindictiveness as one by one he dropped the tablets into the bottle and held it up to watch them dissolve.
“What are they?” she asked, “something to make him sick?”
“And how!” He seemed fascinated as he saw the Bourbon changing into a deadly drink. “At least no one has found an antidote: once it's down, it's the end.”
He corked the bottle and set it back on the shelf alongside the little whiskey glass. “Everything nice and handy,” he remarked, “now, Mr. Thief, when you break in, have a good drink; I won't begrudge you this one.”
The woman's face was pale. “Don't do it, Judson,” she gasped, “it's horrible – it's murder.”
“The law doesn't call it murder if I shoot a thief who is entering my house by force,” he said harshly. “Also, the use of rat poison is not forbidden. The only way any rat can get into this closet is to break in. What happens then has nothing to do with me.”
“Don't do it, Judson,” she begged, “the law doesn't punish burglary by death; so what right have you...?”
“When it comes to protecting my property, I make my own laws.” His deep voice was like that of a big dog growling at the possible loss of a bone.
“But all they did was to steal a little liquor,” she pleaded, Зовні лісі лежав у ясно жовтня сонячного світла: осені повітря був повний Шарп, захоплюючі запах вологий, листя покриті землі. Всередині людина посміхнувся похмуро, як він звернувся з ванної кабінету увійшли примітивні вітальні свій табір гори та перетнув шафа, встановити соснових стіни.
Це був його спеціальні шафу з замком весни, і в ньому він тримав зброю, боєприпаси, вудки і спиртних напоїв. Навіть не дружиною було дозволено мати ключ, бо Judson Уебб любив його особисті речі і став люто, якщо вони були зворушені будь-якої руки, але його власної.
Шафа двері стояла відкриті: він мав був упаковки його речей геть на зиму, і через кілька хвилин він буде рушійною назад до цивілізації.
Як він подивився на полиці, на яких стояв алкогольний напій, його усмішка не була привабливою. Всі пляшки були закритою, за винятком однієї кварти Бурбон, який був установлений ще заклично фронту, віскі скло за його собі. Пляшка була менш ніж наполовину повний. Як він узяв його з полиці, дружиною говорив з наступного спальні. "Все, упакований, Judson," сказала вона. "Не Алек приходять, щоб вимкнути воду і отримати ключі?"
Алек жили близько милі по дорозі і виступила сторож для міста людей, коли вони були геть.
"Він лежить біля озера, приймаючи човни з води", сказав він, "він хотів би бути бек-за півгодини."
Мейбл увійшли в кімнату, несучи її чемодан. Але вона призупинено здивування, коли вона побачила пляшки в боку чоловіка. "Judson!" вона вигукнув: "ви не приймає напій о десятій годині ранку, ви?"
"Ви помиляєтеся, дорогі мої," він посміхнувся, "я не беру нічого з цього пляшку; Я тільки покласти щось у неї." Відкрив його на зображення стисненої долоні, і він поклав два крихітних білий таблеток на столі, як він почав відкоркувати на віскі. Її очі звузилися, як вона дивилася на нього. Вона навчився страх, що тон у голосі; Це було тон, він використав, коли він планує "покласти щось над в бізнесі.
"Той, хто розбив на моїй шафі минулої зими і вкрав мій алкогольний напій буде ймовірно спробуйте знову після того, як ми знаходяться поза тут," Він продовжував, "тільки на цей раз він буде побажати, він не пішов."
Вона зловила її дихання в цьому жорстокому помсту як один за одного він впав таблетки в пляшки і тримав її дивитися їх розчинення.
"Які вони?" вона запитала: "щось зробити його хворим?"
"І як!" Він здавався зачарований, як він побачив Бурбон, зміни в смертельної улюбленого напою. "At принаймні ніхто не знайшов протиотруту: як тільки він вниз, це кінець."
Він закупореній пляшки і встановіть його назад на полицю, поряд з мало віскі скла. "Все, що приємно і зручно," він зауважив: "тепер, г-н злодій, коли ви порушите в, випити добре; Я не заздримо ви це одна."
Жінки обличчя був ніжно. "Не роби це, Judson," зойкнув вона, "це жахливо,-це має вбивства."
"Закон не називайте його вбивство якщо я стріляю злодія, який вступає в силу мій будинок," він сказав, що жорстко. "Крім того, використання Щуряча отрута не заборонено. Тільки так будь-який щур може потрапити в цю шафа є звільнення. Що відбувається потім не має нічого спільного з мене."
"Не роби це, Judson," вона благала, "закон не карати зломом смерті; так яке право мають ви...?"
"Коли справа доходить до захисту моєї власності, я зробити мої власні закони". Його глибокий голос було схоже на те, що велика собака гарчав на можливі втрати кістки.
", Але все, що вони зробили було вкрасти мало лікер" вона визнав себе, "мабуть деякі хлопчики off на Жайворонок.
Вони не зробили будь-який реальний збиток."
"Це не справа", сказав він. "Якщо людина тримає мене і позбавляє мене п'ять доларів, це змушує мене так само, як болить, як ніби він узяв сто. Є злодієм злодій."
Вона зробила одна остання зусиль. "Ми не будемо тут до наступної

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RuthlesOutside, the woods lay in clear October sunlight: the autumn air was full of the sharp, exciting smell of moist, leaf-covered earth. Inside, a man smiled grimly as he turned from the bathroom cabinet, entered the primitive livingroom of his mountain camp, and crossed to a closet set in the pine wall. It was his special closet with a spring lock, and in it he kept guns, ammunition, fishing rods and liquor. Not even his wife was allowed to have a key, for Judson Webb loved his personal possessions and became furious if they were touched by any hand but his own. The closet door stood open: he had been packing his things away for the winter, and in a few minutes he would be driving back to civilisation. As he looked at the shelf on which the liquor stood, his smile was not attractive. All the bottles were unopened, except one quart of Bourbon which was placed invitingly in front, a whiskey glass by its self. The bottle was less than half full. As he took it from the shelf, his wife spoke from the next bedroom. "Everything is packed, Judson," she said. "Hasn't Alec come to turn the water off and get the keys?" Alec lived about a mile down the road and acted as a caretaker for the city folks when they were away. "He's down at the lake taking the boats out of the water", he said, "he'd be backing in half an hour." Mabel came into the room carrying her suitcase. But she paused in surprise as she saw the bottle in her husband's hand. "Judson!" she exclaimed, "you're not taking a drink at ten o'clock in the morning, are you?" "You're wrong, my dear," he chuckled, "I'm not taking anything out of this bottle; I'm only putting something into it." His closed hand opened, and he put two tiny white tablets on the table as he started to uncork the whiskey. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him. She had learned to dread that tone of his voice; it was the tone he used when he was planning to "put something over in business. "Whoever broke into my closet last winter and stole my liquor will probably try it again once we are out of here," he went on, "only this time he'll wish he hadn't." She caught her breath at this cruel vindictiveness as one by one he dropped the tablets into the bottle and held it up to watch them dissolve. "What are they?" she asked, "something to make him sick?" "And how!" He seemed fascinated as he saw the Bourbon changing into a deadly drink. "At least no one has found an antidote: once it's down, it's the end." He corked the bottle and set it back on the shelf alongside the little whiskey glass. "Everything nice and handy," he remarked, "now, Mr. Thief, when you break in, have a good drink; I won't begrudge you this one." The woman's face was pale. "Don't do it, Judson," she gasped, "it's horrible – it's murder." "The law doesn't call it murder if I shoot a thief who is entering my house by force," he said harshly. "Also, the use of rat poison is not forbidden. The only way any rat can get into this closet is to break in. What happens then has nothing to do with me." "Don't do it, Judson," she begged, "the law doesn't punish burglary by death; so what right have you...?""When it comes to protecting my property, I make my own laws." His deep voice was like that of a big dog growling at the possible loss of a bone. "But all they did was to steal a little liquor," she pleaded, Outside the forest lay in a clear October sunlight: the autumn air was full of Sharp, exciting smell of wet leaves covered the ground. Inside man smiled grimly as he turned the bathroom Cabinet consisted of primitive living his camp and crossed the closet, set pine walls.It was his special closet with a lock spring, and in it he kept weapons, ammunition, and spirits. Not even his wife was allowed to have key for Judson Webb loved his personal belongings and became furious when they were touched by any of the hands, but his own.The closet door open: he had been packing his things away for the winter, and after a few minutes it will be driven back to civilization.As he looked at the shelf, on which stood the liquor, his smile was not attractive. All the bottles were closed, except for one quart of Bourbon, who was selected more invitingly front, whiskey glass for his own. The bottle was less than half full. As he took it from the shelf, his wife said from the next bedroom. "Everything is packed, Judson," she said. "Not Alec come to turn off the water and get the keys?"Alec lived about a mile down the road and acted as a caretaker for the city people, when they were away."It lies near the Lake, taking boats out of the water," he said, "he would be back within half an hour."Mabel entered the room carrying her suitcase. But it suspended surprise when she saw the bottle in hand. "Judson!" she exclaimed, "you're not taking a drink at ten o'clock in the morning, do you?""You are wrong, my dear," he grinned, "I do not take anything from this bottle; I just put something in it. "opened it up on the image of a closed hand, and he put two tiny white pills on the table as he started to uncork at the whisky. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. She learned to fear that tone in his voice; It was the tone he used when he plans to "put something on in the business."He who broke into my closet last winter and stole my liquor will probably try it again once we are out of here," he continued, "only this time he will wish he has not gone."She caught her breath in this cruel revenge as one by one, he dropped the pills in the bottle and held it to watch them dissolve."What are they?" she asked, "do something his patients?""And how!" he seemed fascinated by how he saw the Bourbon, changes in the deadly drink. "At least no one has found an antidote: once it's down, it's the end."He corked bottle and set it back on the shelf, along with a little whiskey glass. "All that is nice and comfortable," he said, "now, Mr. thief when you break in, drink well; I don't begrudge you this one. "The woman's face was pale. "Don't do this, Judson," gasped at it, "this is awful, this is murder.""The law does not call it murder if I shoot a thief who comes by virtue of my house," he said harshly. In addition, the use of Rat poison is not prohibited. The only way any rat can get into this closet is release. What happens then has nothing to do with me. ""Don't do this, Judson," she begged, "the law does not punish burglary death; So what right have you ...? ""When it comes to protecting my property, I make my own laws." His deep voice was like what big dog growling at the possible loss of bone."But all they did was steal a little liqueur," she pleaded, "probably some boys off on a lark. They didn't do any real damage. " "This is not the case," he said. "If a person keeps me and deprive me five dollars, it makes me just as sore as if he took one hundred. Is a thief thief. "She made one last effort. "We will not be here for the next

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Ruthles Outside, the woods lay clear in October sunlight: the autumn air was full of the sharp, exciting smell of moist, leaf-covered earth. Inside, a man smiled grimly as he turned from the bathroom cabinet, entered the primitive livingroom of his mountain camp, and crossed to a closet set in the pine wall. It was his special closet with a spring lock, and in it he kept guns , ammunition, fishing rods and liquor. Not even his wife was allowed to have a key, for Judson Webb loved his personal possessions and became furious if they were touched by any hand but his own. The closet door stood open: he had been packing his things away for the winter, and a few minutes in he would be driving back to civilisation. As he looked at the shelf on which the liquor stood, his smile was not attractive. All the bottles were unopened, except one quart of Bourbon which was placed invitingly in front, a whiskey glass by its self. The bottle was less than half full. As he took it from the shelf, his wife spoke from the next bedroom. "Everything is packed, Judson," she said. "Has not Alec come to turn the water off and get the keys?" Alec lived about a mile down the road and acted as a caretaker for the city folks when they were away. "He's down at the lake taking the boats out of the water ", he said," he'd be backing in half an hour. "Mabel came into the room carrying her suitcase. But she paused in surprise as she saw the bottle in her husband's hand." Judson! "she exclaimed, "you're not taking a drink at ten o'clock in the morning, are you?" "You're wrong, my dear," he chuckled, "I'm not taking anything out of this bottle; I'm only putting something into it. "His closed hand opened, and he put two tiny white tablets on the table as he started to uncork the whiskey. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him. She had learned to dread that tone of his voice; it was the tone he used when he was planning to "put something over in business." Whoever broke into my closet last winter and stole my liquor will probably try it again once we are out of here, "he went on," only this time he 'll wish he had not. "She caught her breath at this cruel vindictiveness as one by one he dropped the tablets into the bottle and held it up to watch them dissolve." What are they? "she asked," to make something sick him? "" And how! "He seemed fascinated as he saw the Bourbon changing into a deadly drink. "At least no one has found an antidote: once it's down, it's the end." He corked the bottle and set it back on the shelf alongside the little whiskey glass. "Everything nice and handy," he remarked, "now, Mr. Thief, when you break in, have a good drink; Will not begrudge I you this one. "The woman's face was pale. "Do not do it, Judson," she gasped, "it's horrible - it's murder." "The law does not call it murder if I shoot a thief who is entering my house by force," he said harshly. "Also, the use of rat poison is not forbidden. The only way any rat can get into this closet is to break in. Has then happens What nothing to do with me. "" Do not do it, Judson, "she begged," the law does not punish by death burglary; what right have so you ...? "" When it comes to protecting my property, I make my own laws. "His deep voice was like that of a big dog growling at the possible loss of a bone." But all they did was to steal a little liquor, "she pleaded, Outside the forest lay in clear sunshine in October: autumn air was full of Sharp, exciting smell of moist leaves covered the ground. Inside the man smiled grimly as he turned from the bathroom cabinet includes a living primitive camp mountains and crossed wardrobe, set pine walls. It was his special cabinet with lock spring, and in it he kept weapons, ammunition, fishing rods and spirits. Even his wife was allowed to have a key for Judson Webb loved his personal belongings and became violently if they have been touched by any hands but his own. Closet door was open, he had been packing his things away for the winter, and a few minutes, he will be driving back to civilization. As he looked at the shelf on which stood liquor, his smile was not attractive. All bottles were closed, except for one quart of Bourbon, which was established more invitingly front glass of whiskey on his own. The bottle was less than half full. As he took it off the shelf, his wife said from the next bedroom. "Everything is packed, Judson," she said. "Not Alec come to turn off the water and get the keys?" Alec lived about a mile down the road and acted as caretaker for the city people when they were out. "He is at the lake by taking the boat out of the water," he said, "he would be back in half an hour. "Mabel entered the room, carrying her suitcase. But she paused surprise when she saw a bottle in hand man. "Judson!" she exclaimed, "you will not accept a drink at ten o'clock in the morning, are you?" "You are mistaken, my dear," he smiled, "I do not take any of that bottle, I just put something in it." He opened his palm compressed image, and he put two tiny white pills on the table, he began to uncork whiskey. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. She learned to fear that tone in his voice; It was the tone he used when he plans to "put something on the business." Whoever broke in my closet last winter and stole my drink is likely to try again after we are out of here, "he continued," only this time he will wish he had not gone. "She caught her breath in this cruel revenge as one by one he went pills in the bottle and held it to watch their dissolution." What are they? "she asked," do something his patients ? "" And how! "He seemed fascinated as he saw Bourbon, changes in the deadly drink." At least no one has found the antidote, once it down, it's the end. "He corked the bottle and set it back on the shelf next with little whiskey glass. "All nice and comfortable," he said, "Now, Mr. thief when you break in, have a good; I do not envy you this one. "Women face was pale." Do not do this, Judson, "she gasped," This is awful -This is murder. "" The law does not call it murder if I shoot the thief who comes in my power house, "he said firmly." In addition, the use Rat poison is not allowed. The only way any rat can get in this case is released. What happens then has nothing to do with me. "" Do not do this, Judson, "she pleaded," the law does not punish burglary death; so what right have you ...? "" When it comes to protecting my property, I make my own laws. "His deep voice was like that big dog growled for possible bone loss." But they had been made ​​to steal liquor, "she pleaded," perhaps some boys off to Lark. They did not do any real damage. "" It does not matter, "he said." If a person keeps me and deprive me five dollars, it makes me just as sore as if he took a hundred. There are a thief a thief. "She made ​​one last effort." We will not be here for the next

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Ruthles

Outside the woods lay in clear October sunlight: the autumn air was full of the sharp, exciting smell of moist, leaf-covered earth. Inside a man smiled grimly as he turned from the bathroom, whose entered the primitive livingroom of his mountain camp, and crossed to a closet set in the pine wall.
It was his special closet with a spring lock, and in it he kept guns, ammunition,Fishing rods and liquor. Not even his wife was allowed to have a key, for Judson Webb loved his personal possessions and became furious if they were touched by any equipment but his own.
The closet door stood open: he had been packing his things away for the winter, and in a few minutes he would be driving back to civilisation.
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Alec lived about a mile down the road and acted as a caretaker for the city folks when they were away.
"He's down at the soundtrack of taking the boats out of the water," he said, "he'd be backing in half an hour."
Mabel came company into the room carrying her suitcase. But she paused in surprise as she saw the bottle in her husband's equipment. "Judson!" she exclaimed,"You're not taking a drink at ten o'clock in the morning, are you?"
'You're wrong, my dear," he chuckled, "I'm not taking anything out of this bottle I'm only putting something into it." His closed clothesв opened, and he put two tiny white tablets on the table as he started on to the uncork whiskey. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him tech. She had learned to dread that tone of his voice;It was the tone he used when he was planning to "put something over in business.
"Whoever broke into my closet last winter and stole my liquor will probably try it again once we are out of here," he went on, "only this time he'll wish he hadn't."
She caught her breath at this cruel vindictiveness as our one by one he dropped the tablets into the bottle and held it up to watch them dissolve.
"What are they?" she asked, "something to make him tech sick?"
"And how!" He seemed fascinated as he saw the Bourbon changing into a directing HBO drink. "At least no one has found an antidote: once it's down, it's the end."
He corked the bottle and set it back on the: enables to maximally simulate alongside the little whiskey glass. "Everything nice and handy," he remarked, "now, Mr. thief, when you break in,Have a good drink I won't begrudge you this one."
The woman's face was pale. "Don't do it, Judson," she gasped, "It's horrible - it's murder."
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they didn't do any real loss."
"is no longer a matter",He said. "If a man keeps me and deprives five dollars, it makes me as a headache, as if he took one hundred percent. Thief is a thief."
she made one last efforts. "We will not give it to the next