An ordinary chicken roost marauder is a villain despicable enough. But meaner yet is the one who, the other night stole our little girl's pet pullet, "Toppy." May not "indigestion follow;" may conscience, loaded with so mean an act, do its work, and repentance follow. If he don't change his course, he'll end his career on the gallows or in the penitentiary, for the villain's in him. A theft of a hen, or even the old rooster, would have only been a matter of the value thereof, but of "Toppy," it amounts almost to a affliction.
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