CHRISTMAS DINNER FOR THE CLASS

Fordney’s class was seated at his dinner table. Their beaming faces clearly indicated the affection they felt for him, a feeling that had no connection with the Christmas dinner he had served.

“Here is a note I received in my card from Jack Gildart, a former student,” said the Professor. “It was given to him to mail to me.”

Dear Professor Fordney:

No doubt you read in the newspapers two weeks ago of the event that caused my arrest. I am appealing to you because I know you will be quick to appreciate the injustice of my situation. In the first place, I am confident you will believe that I shot King Morrison in self-defense and in protection of my property, which surely is a fundamental right!

When I surprised him robbing my melon patch he became excited and unintentionally, I believe, shot at me. When he refused to put down his gun I fired, and if he hadn’t suddenly jumped to the right, the wound would not have been fatal.

Some people in the community believe that I murdered King in cold blood. However, I am sure you will agree that I acted in self-defense. May I count on your help?

Sincerely, Lee Mason, Durand, Wisconsin.

“You have fifteen minutes before Mary clears the table for dessert. When it arrives I want you to tell me what you think of the note.”

“I’m too full to pay any more attention to it than you did, Professor!” laughed Howard Bell.

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