The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1899-04-26

on TILL SIX, so that the square was quite
at its dimmest just before. Then some
where far off in the city. the switch was
turned on, and all the lights sprang
forth with white G lare and swapping
sound
Old Christian Allison sat at the head
OF his dinner table and drew his bushy
eyebrows down severely. and said
Chris, who taught you to make carl
catures Of your grandfather"
Chris blinked with astonishment.
THAT isn't at isn't-its isn't any of
that kind of thing"
He Redeemed at the laughter, but kept
his head sturdily.
Its statue of YOU
ooh, it's a statue of mev'
He has cord-wood in his legs" put in
BIB. eagerly. 1T makes him solid"
"Well," said Chris. "Grandfather ALI
son, you needn't have him then. I'll
make him into General Grant"
mo, you won't!( very decisively).
That is my statue" he went on, peering
sharply under his eyebrows. "In fact,
Chris, I'm much obliged to you. I'm glad
you put cordwood in my legs
"Cause-cause," shouted BIB, "cause
you're the solidest man on the market.
They was awfully heavy sticks, and
lugged one. l did, mother, some of the
way"
But Chris. finding that Grandfather
Allison approved of him, fell heavily upon
his dessert and said no more.
Now Macintyre Allison, old Christians
second son. was absent-minded. Chris
considered his agreeable but no solid, and
it is not at all impossible that old Chris
tian's opinion was nearly the same. And
Macintyre said:
I'D like to take look at that work of
art. Somehow or other. when l 90 to
look for things they're generally gone. l
look for collar buttons under the bureau.
and they're never there They're gener-
ally in the bottom holes
He and B. B. gazed together from the
window. The electric light glared and
sputtered over the snow
Hes over there said B. B., ''by the
post. He's just back of-oi- Oh. he
isn't either!'
Isn't WHAT"
He isn't there! He's toppled overt
WHAT
The family hocked to the windows.
Macintyre said it was Gust his luck"
Old Christian had feeling OF indgna-
ton and loss, as if something had touch
ed his credit on the market Chris said
nothing He rushed to the front door,
seized his hat and charged down the
steps. The family collected hats and
cloaks and followed They found him
standing over the fallen ruins of Grand
father Allison's statue. The electric light
was overhead. The cord-wood legs were
gone.
Jimmy Sutton!"
There was a CLEAN in his eyes. He
dashed away into the darkness of the
square.
Presently he returned with Jimmy
Sutton, but not dragged by the collar or
anything of that kind There was peace
between them. Jimmy Sutton denied in
terfering with Grandfather Alison's legs.
He had put away hostility The theft of
Grandfather Allison's legs filled his soul
will, axc;+ap,a,t ,,d ,,,,da 1h;,,, J., for,o,+
ally He desired to be Gin the game"
Macintyre had an idea.
"Ohr' he said. 81 say. Look here! I
met woman coming out OF the square
It was just before six. Remarkable how
those Italian women carry things on
their heads. They carry baskets and
bundles. you know"
"Mac!" cried his sister. Don't! What
did she do?"
Tell your story, man. said the old
gentleman, gruffly. He pretended to be
vexed that any son OF his should be so
absent minded. but really. he wanted to
know about the cord-wood
Logs" said Macintyre "She had one
on top of the other. Two. She had them
on top Of her head. Most astonishing
thing. She nearly put my eye out
Mother" said B. B. sleepily, "it was
generous OF Grandfather Allison to give
away his legs to woman, wasn't it,"
He looked doubtfully at the legs OF his
actual grandfather, who pulled his bushy
eyebrows down and smiled grimly.
NO." he said, "if you mean me, l
shouldn't should draw the line"
Then B. B. went off to bed filled with
great thoughts about many things. For
one thing, whether, lying still out there
in the snow beneath the electric light,
Grandfather Allison's statue knew or felt
that in some place OF other, his legs
were burning. But it stretched his mind
SO much to imagine how it would seem