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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

Besides talk about 'sporting'--what about shooting out of
season?"
"Yes, yes. Well, we won't discuss it. Go on, Barry."
"But I don't like it, dad. I don't like to think that you don't approve
of what I do. It was a beastly hard thing to do, anyway. I had to make
myself do it. It was my duty." The young man sat looking anxiously at
his father.
"Well, my boy," said his father, "I may be wrong, but do you think you
are always called upon to remonstrate with every law breaker? No, listen
to me," he continued hurriedly. "What I mean is, must you or any of us
assume responsibility for every criminal in the land?"
Barry sat silent a moment, considering this proposition.
"I wish I knew, dad. You know, I have often said that to excuse myself
after I have funked a thing, and let something go by without speaking up
against it."
"Funked it!"
"Yes. Funked standing up for the right thing, you know."
"Funked it!" said his father again. "You wouldn't do that, Barry?"
"Oh, wouldn't I, though? I am afraid you don't know me very well, dad.


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