A Slander travelling rapidly through
the land upon its joyous mission was accosted by
a Retraction and commanded to halt and be killed.
“Your career of mischief is
at an end,” said the Retraction, drawing his
club, rolling up his sleeves, and spitting on his
hands.
“Why should you slay me?”
protested the Slander. “Whatever my intentions
were, I have been innocuous, for you have dogged my
strides and counteracted my influence.”
“Dogged your grandmother!”
said the Retraction, with contemptuous vulgarity
of speech. “In the order of nature it is
appointed that we two shall never travel the same
road.”
“How then,” the Slander
asked, triumphantly, “have you overtaken me?”
“I have not,” replied
the Retraction; “we have accidentally met.
I came round the world the other way.”
But when he tried to execute his fell
purpose he found that in the order of nature it was
appointed that he himself perish miserably in the
encounter.
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