The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1906-10-26


and laughed deliehtedly.
Dorothy, YOU always were at the
head Of the class" he said. heartily.
But what are you going to do
now?"
I'm going 10 the Lawrence farm"
said Dorothy, unfastening the hitch-
ing strap.
You mustn't DO that. They might
do YOU an injury. Wait till ! can get
a constable and . search Warrant
You mustn't so alone, Dorothy.
won't have IT,"
Il don't mind a search warrant
said Dorothy, with composure. THAT
is what / brought this for"
She pulled out the mysterious boz.
and disclosed various brightly labeled
bottles and packages. Il am Miss
Jane Smith, Frank, agent for the,a
poultry remedies, which | am driv-
ing about the county INTRODUCING
among intelligent poultry farmers.
shall get into the Lawrence chicken
yards, and come away again without
any trouble, thank YOU. But should
! like the constable to be at the end OF
the lane, ready to come in a little
| later"
III get Dick Williams 10 tend the
/ station said Frank, and drive over
with you past the constable's; and
| he'll hitch up and follow us 10 the
! Lawrence place. and you can drop ne
in the lane when We get there. Then
/ III be right in call. I'll not have You
go alone. tell you"
"Oh, shall be glad enough to
| have you within reach, said Dorothy,
frankly. IL do feel a little queer at
the idea of - thieves. But | know
they won't suspect me or give me
any trouble"
Nevertheless, ii was a somewhat
timid young agent who hitched her
horse at the Lawrence gate, having
left young man down in the lane be-
hind the hedges waiting for Consta-
be Parry's slow old mare TO come
along.
Il have some very good poultry
remedies here" she began, taking a
couple Of bottles from her box as "A
round the house. IF your chickens
suffer from roup, have a special an
tiseptic mixture here which is an un-
failing remedy. am introducing
also cholera preventative and cura-
tive, TO be mixed in soft food, and"
Jim might like that roup medi-
cine. He fancies them sort OF
hi IN 10
way, Miss" and Dorothy and her bot
ties were escorted around corner to
the chicken yards-suspiciousl small
for the amount of poultry shipped
Here are some Plymouth Rocks,
fat and placid, and group of buff
Wyandottes; and plenty of Leghorns
in the further yard, where a man was
catching them. one after another, and
killing them as If for market.
eli, jim" called out the youth.
"I'll go over, and not bring him
out from his work." said Dorothy,
hurrying forward. While she pro-
duced her bottles and urged her
wares, she saw all she needed in the
plump pullet that Jim" held, with
it's legs showing black against the
white feathers. She hurried through
her sentences, but the man seemed
interested. He had a smooth man
ner, but "shifty" eyes.
i've got some Brahmas with the
roup," he said. Guess I'll try a bot
tie or two of that. Got any more
with you?"
There's another bottle I'm the wag-
on" said Dorothy, in a professional
tone. "I1l get it," She flew back
TO the gate, and looking down the
lane, beckoned in haste to the two
men who stood there, waiting inn
patiently. Then returning with the
bottle, she had just handed it over
20 Jim, when Frank and the constable
came upon them.
It was rather an exciting scene
after that. for not only did Dorothy
pick out her stolen Leghorns, dead
and alive, but Constable Parry found
one or two OF his fine Brahmas that
he said he could swear to.
The roughly dressed youth tried
to run. Jim showed fight for "A mo-
ment, but found Franks muscular
hand on his collar, and thought bet
ter OF IT, In the end the two sus-
poets were marched 10 the constable's
wagon, and driven off TO the Justices,
while Dorothy followed with one OF .
the marked and murdered Leghorns F.
as the corpus deficit.
Hes only killed ten Of mine, .
Frank" she said. But IL you and T.
the constable hadn't been there, the 4.
other thirty would have been cdndi- /.
dates for the barrel in a few minutes .
more"
Don't give us any Of the glory" .
said Frank as he helped her into the I
buggy We don't deserve 1t. It's .
the cleverest bit OF detective work ! .
ever knew, and it's all yours Your .
chicken trade mark is a stroke Of .
genius, Dorothy. It did the busi-
ness"