The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1907-08-03


stove, and the two ~collegians felt re-
freshed indeed. With true philosophy
they had settled down into calm &c
ceptance Of their good fortune
theirs not to question why The
embarrassing possibility Of the angels
return at any moment was spared
them. since the angels had so ex.
plicitly stated that they would not be
back until tomorrow. Between nov
and then stretched a comfortable in.
terval of rest and luxury.
The question of sleeping had hith-
erto not troubled them in anywise;
but the matter was brought into sud
den prominence by a new discovery,
and, as It proved, the last n to be
made, Kit had been pacing the queer,
bright little room, when his big
strides were arrested at a door that
might-and did!-lead upstairs. 1t
was in the shadow a little, which was
doubtless the reason of the discovery
not having been made much earlier.
Because they were by this time won
der-proof, they read it with stolid
calm:
ITO whom 1t may concern-and you
needn't pretend it doesn't concern you
bothi-the bed in the right-hand front
chamber is the softest, also the spring
lest, also the %conducivest to sound and
refreshing slumber. Kit always did
want a feather bed. Better choose
the right-hand front!'
They faced each other with fine
imperturability, but each was distinct
" conscious Of the others lurking
amazement.
"Well?7 muttered Kit
Lets go to bed" George said;
"why not? in the right-hand front.
No use refusing a good thing when
/, it's offered to you as polite as that!"
1t may have been midnight-may
have been later-when sundry noises
below-stairs woke George Holland
and sent him up on his elbow in haste.
J He listened intently, dismally. For
! sure, Voices were down there, and if
I Voices, then-angels! The angels had
{ got home!
"Kit-Kit, you'll" he whispered in
! sudden panic, wake up; l tell you
they've got back 'sh, for the Lords
sake"
The Voices were by now distinctly
? audible. The stairway door must have
, been left aiar. With a jerk Kit came
/, upon consciousness and the Voices.
:, MY uncle, they've lit" he groaned
. We're in for it old mani"
/, From below: "Georgy. where are
: you? Why don't you do something?'
? Great heavens, Kit, haven't
!, barked both shins, put out both eyes
- run a violin bow into both ears-al
) ways had an ear for musician,
stepped on a pin cushion"
~ did you hear what they called eacI
other?" lisped George. Kit, 'GeorgS
-oh, my uncle!"
"Your undermine, tool
And down below: "Why don't the
wake up, Georgy? Did you ever Sc
such %sleepers?"
"The poor things are probably a
done up getting ready for us. A
those things we spoke for, you kno
=. II say, Kit, did you mention tart
a. the kind that
1.-THE very kindl Georgy, you thir
\ Of it, at this minute whilst we fami'
!, and die, there are tarts somewhei
: near us!"
It may have been 10 minutes wht
n the Voices came back. They we
now much more subtle and the laps
into silence were suggestive of tar
n aud strawberry jam.
"Oh, Georgy, aren't we having
a lovely time! Aren't you glad "
= married me?"
. Strange there was no answe
y Strange how breathless the soft Vol
81 sounded mex time!
III But / don't understand about t
D crumbiness and those crusts OF /
and the pies all cut into. oh, Georl
wouldn't 1t have been dreadful
there'd been tramps here and they
eaten 1t all"
They should have hung for II
the big Voice growled.
M We'll, they left us half, SO almC
81 love 'em!" laughed softly the 81
81 Voice. 1t was the soft voice that
$& most Of the speaking.
: isn't this a lovely room?-if
only had a little better light to
byl College girls are such FUN
going round tomorrow and read
,een those posters we found stuck
y OF round"
,oul. In the silence that followed, t
Iere long. shadowy figures slid noiseles
an. across the floor overhead and, n a
,ries time, slipped over the window
ther and dropped to the ground benea
bad The ~rain-soaked earth stood them
rare good stead, muiiing the fall and
Ides. ing the jar Of it. Utterly ashamed
BIN; themselves, they crept away tow.
shelf the Old Girl.
aped I'VE ought to be sent up for tn
.otch mumbled Kit.
+ all "Ob, sure-sure!" groaned the
Inelv or "for six months hard laborl