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(I . »'I‘he.énference was that either the sheriff slept: in the stable With the horse or the horse slept in the house with-the sheriff. At any'rate I had an explanation of the ghostly sounds which had wakened me from my doze Wheirr started on my ill-fatedfexpedi- tion down-stairs which had culminated in the sensational mix-up with the Hemminirways. _ P ' l Far .tre it from me to interrupt any reconciliation between the Beans mingways. There ind there only by my hope of retaining my job and incidentally the respect of the com- munity. .' . T , I was. carefully tiptoeing across the living-room to the door which led to the stairwny, perfectly willing to have my progress unnoted, when I was arrested, nay frozen in my tracks, by the piercing voice of Pilk HenWether cautiously subdued to a '1onttshoreman's hail. _ "Hey, Mr. Bi1bec1t1" he' called. “I want to wan you. There's a teller here trying to steal your girl RNt%r from you-the pretty blond one that was making eyes at you last night." Mr. and Mrs. Hemminttwnn who had reached the sobbing-on-shoulder stage of their reconciliation, now sep- arated suddenly as if a shell had ex- ploded between them. While the sheriff and some of the others recaptured the horse and tied him' to aging in the stone wall, I went back to the main floor. I wanted to be alone and think. ' - As J came upfrom the basement to 'the living-ro6m, which was now beginning to get light with the f1rst chill drown of winter morning; I noticed Mr. and Mrs. Hemmingway in eager conversation: _ Apparently, they were approaching some sort of negotiation for peace because they were Standing quite close together and once or twice he made as if to take her in his arms. WN ' ...' The eaptured thief is tied have chit at the Old Soldier's Home. Unable to have the Home In the car rennet to badge, the pleura mm m "here, end Mr. Raunchy. hear- ing this over the phone. say: he is coming right to tho tjj?ee---'tn he is sunpicioul of his wife and" Bilbeck. _Me|nwhile the Shed}! arrives. ' Hemminzm ”when just when munch h assisting In. Hemingway. who has (mud. and of course think: the worst. Meanwhile a disturb-nee is hard in the cellar. Ind all in the home rush, QngJL‘ ----_-- _"Wisll, Pan iitrtreyedl" exclaimed the sheriff 'There)s a lot 'of life in the old horse yet. I didn't suppose he could do that." “Is he frightened P' Mrs; Lillie- love asked. ' , "No. He's Just lonesome. He Itip't I -' h . t _- . l 1 She Sheridan Dramatic Club. of whighl‘om Bingeck the narrator, Wells. the lit! It can. ion; and Jim Com. his rival, ‘0. ’memhen. can . .erformaper 'orhtr.attalioty and alums» the Old Sauna-0’ Home, but are interrupud by u ttre. During the mtr't uh Tom Bilbeck is named by the hum of one of the am. an. Hemminzwq. of will: love with hit wife. '. A . m ' , m u: lvv‘ wu- ...- y..-“ ' Riding may from the scene of the ill-find all, in their costumes and over-coda. the group of player- in held up by two -gteet convicts, one of whom is 4:3th by Bilbao]: aftergrtstrauarle.,r, ..' '.. . 26 3311)] a " "fibiTiio" ir; JWfiaTriiig STORY. 3013:331ij Mrs. Hemm'ghgway sFrutrtred her shoulders helplessly and started from the room. Mr. Hemmingway followed to the door, which she slammed in hits face. [ " I quickly' give up my intentions of going up-stairs, which inirolved pus- ing through the living-room, and went back to the basement' instead,: con, vinced that safety lay in sticking to the crowd. ' _ Corhrademenwether and I were' observing the seems, Ite .with apprais- ing looks. seeking to read in their fytey what hé’inissed in their speech- es, 'and I with a chill hora; at the seriousness of the breach. . "'I think she likes you best after all,” vouchsafed Pilk. "He's a mite "Are you tally in hrve,with Mrs. Hemmingway? intentions honorable?” _ better looking then you be, hut you’ve got a way with you that goes with the ladies, dumed if ,otrtrin't." "You. needn't be any longer than it bakes to get a divorce," Phe ex- claimed, half-hystgerical with anger. “If you’re goitfitjrtrelmm every- thing 'you hear we might as wéll sei;- argte and get it over with." . We went back to' bed later for a morning nap. When they woke me up next tinte-this was for break- fast-J refused to arise until I was provided with some cIothes. _ It was all very well to prowl around in white tights It flight when I was hunting ghosts, but it would look rather silly to appear in them in broad. daylight going nbout. the ordinary business of life, such " "My Héaven! To think I am mar- ried to you'.". . ' "So."' the husband spouted. his an. gar ~at. white heat .once more. “My suspicions were true after all'., You made such a fool of ' yourself that; everybody noticed it." And ‘to'1think that you wOuld try to 1urt.me back by soft words! You vampire!” A ' Mrs. Aeminirteway's eyes, usually so placid, blazed in response to his anger. l . V _ -He struck his forehead ii sharp blow with the palm ‘of his hand. . THE PRESS His other pants were commandeer- ed. I have mentioned I believe, that Abel Dreyenfurth’s west leg has been wilfuly missing since Antietam. For that reason the Dreyenfurtlr trousers last twice ‘as long as most men's. He uses the material in theextra leg to reenforce the seat. _ l _ - __', City people never knot what a snowstorm is like. It falls on streets that are shoveled clenr almost as Nat as' it .eotites down, and the little patches that remain are almost im.. inediately soiled with tracks and the soot of countless chimneys. But out in the open it is different. There you can get an idea of th?$ny the Lord intended the, world to look in the win- ter time. ' eating soft boiled "eggs or bringing ,iman armful of wood. . Unfortunately Ilam a larger mm than moat of the Yew. a triad on severtpsiir of trousers without finding any that I wouhrdaitrust. We had just about given it and» a bad job when some one ’suggested that Comrade Dreyenfurth was very nearly my size. What a beautiful world it was! Tons of snow had been carelessly tpssed over the map With the lavish hand of and inconceivable giant. In some places were graceful drifts atrhilth as a man, and against a shed in the yard jt was piled up even with- the roof. _ . It had been a tremendous storm. Inside we had -not realized, the amount of snow that had 'fdlen. Strangely enough the lake, which lay peacefully crystallized at the foot of the hill where the Home stood, was / For that reason they did {got give me all the protection I don d have wished, They‘were like theHirist in- stallment of a magazine aerial - good as far as they went, but tan- talizing. _ . f Still they were better than nothing, so} got up. _ , - .4 l the sun was bright and dazzling. I went to the window to lookout. Are your _ Breakfast was announced. I went 1iown, fully but not omnmentally clothed., _ . . . . comparatively trade trom snow”. The wind htterkwept its glistening Indulge clear, and it by u cigar black blot on a white univene.‘ Here and there fishing shanties dotted the lake, 'and near the share some boys were riggin In ice-bout. One of them was up on the mast thi-eadink a halyard through u pul- ley block. I rememherprhdh I had done that sort of think on my first tee-boat. .. I sighed. I _eould never do it tstrain-r-not with my weight! . _ The" ohly one of out spaity who spoke to me was ‘Jim Cooper. “Mrs. Lillielo've looked as if she were. going to, but suddenly she blushed and low- ered her eyes to her plate without saying anything. T . . 2ater, J, discovered that Comrade Hehwetht"sr had been. doing a travel- logue on my prowess as a ladykiller, which had been interrupted-by my ar- rival. u . Maryella and Mrs." Lillielove con- nterted _with. painful ttniptatj.pp, about me oiie side. "Are you really in love with Mrs. Hemmingway?"'he demanded, fixing my eye with a look that demanded an' honest reply. "Are your inten- tions honorable?" C "Of course I'm not in love with her!" I replied with bitter emphasis. Ang I haven't any intentions)” . 'flt'st all for the best, then. You amr r must reconcile them." I started away hastily. - T "Not' on yon; lite. I. haven't any skin on my shins now just bgcause I mixed in trying to help Mrs. Bein- mingway. You do the reconciling. You fix it up and get all the credit.'" "I will," he declared confidently. N can do it. ~And ill I ask is a little thanks.". , That's the way with Jim. He’s one of the beat little fixerts I know. He is always eager to make ,.dome one happy. Whatever happens he likes to. feel thatrhe is the man who mended the mainspring. "Good morning," Jim assured me cheerfully. "hm't this a. fine day?” He rubbed his hands gleefully, as if he had done it himself and expected to be complimented for his skill. ‘ "'Yea," I mumtgetVlwrt,apd, p312- zled to find mysefriiiidjiiti/aA hriiiy own "circle. . _ . 1 _ Mrs. Hemtnintrway's eyes were red from. weeping. Poor woman, she had not had lany sleep at all, I judged. Her husband sat moodily Staring at his plate, but .ate very little. . And he likes to be thanked, too. Half a dozen' thanks, and Jim will. go without his breakfast any' day. It's a vice with him. He has tube thanked for- something about every so often, or he. gets terribly depressed and thinks thath, is not much use to the world. In an Anglo-Salton community a "confirmed thankomaniac is eontimr ally getting hurt. Since I hqve learn- ed of his habit I always thank him every time I see'him, even if I can’t think of anything he has done. It saves lots of trouble. . So Jim agreed tp flat up between the Hemmingways. With elaborate formality he invited them into , small room " from the living-room which served as an offtee for Colonel Stew. art. They followed him wonderingly, and he closed the door. AfiiiF (Continued on Next Pate) WEBB??? Thursday, June 18, 1929 irrrrTiiirii'irr' {if at 8 but Revi a pt o, sold ine ' seek itat lick and cont, you' plac zine afte And set: serh ofre "Di, mut tion Irie pro, rad: thrc nun bitt whe do , mar f?We', me.' litfl was thi: it did ma, did her nan abty exp mal siist She Th mil fro ren wm SIR: that