The Prerogative of Might
The
Prerogative of Might
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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