Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-01-26

angel out of doors and say that the old
home was good enough for him. Go
morrah would of looked like n Puritan
village. though I'll bet my last dollar
| that there was lot, and whole lot
| that's never been told about Puritan
| villages. a lot that
/ What never was?" interrupted Mr..
Peter Bradbury, whose granddaughter
! had lately announced her discovery
that the Bradburys were descended
from Miles Standish. "What wasn't
told about Puritan villages?"
"Can't you waltz" Mr.. Apps ac-
cents were those of pain. haven't
got any right to present my side of the
case? Amt we restrained enough to
allow Of free speech here? How can
we ever git anywhere in an argument
like this unless we let one man talk at
4, Il time? How
Go on with your statement" said
! Uncle Joe Davey impatiently.
Mr.. Apps grievance was Increased.
'Now. listen to you! How many more
interruptions are comm? Ill listen to
the other side, but I've got to state
mine first, haven't L? IL l don't make
my point clear. what's the use of the
argument? Augmentation Is only the
comparison of two sides of question,
and YOU have to see what the first side
is before you can compare 1t with the
other one, don't you? Are you all
agreed to that?'
Eyes. yes" said the colonel go
ahead. We won't interrupt until you're
through"
The argument grew heated. Half
q dozen tidy quarrels arose. All the
sages went at it fiercely except Roger
Tabor, who stole quietly away. The
aged men were enjoying themselves
thoroughly, especially those who quar-
relied. Naturally the frail bark Of the
topic which had been launched was
whirled about by too many side cur
became derelict, while the intellectual
dolphlns dove and tumbled in the
depths. At the end Of twenty minutes
Mr.. Arp emerged upon the surface, and
in his mouth was this:
"Tell me, why amt the church-why
amt the church and the rest of the
believers in a future life lookin' for
Immortality at the other end Of life
too? If we're Immortal we always
have been. Then why don't they ever
speculate on what we were before we
were born? It's because they're too
blame selfish: don't care a fapdoodle
about what was. All they want is to go
on Twin forever"
i AIR. Apps voice had risen I'd an acrid
triumphancy, when it suddenly falter-
ed, relapsed to murmur and then to a
stricken silence as tall, fat man of
overpowering aspect threw open the
outer door near by and crossed the
lobby to the clerks desk. An awe fell
upon the sages with this advent. They
were hushed and after a movement in
their chairs, with strange effect of
budding, sat disconnected and atten-
tive, like schoolboys ut the entrance of
the master.
The parsonage had big, fat pink
face and heavily understood jaw,
what whitish beard he wore following
his double chin somewhat after the
manner displayed in the portraits Of
Henry VIII. His eyes, very bright
under puffed upper lids. were intoler
ant and insultingly penetrating despite
their small size. Their irritability held
a kind of holiness. and yet the person
age exuded frost, not Of the weather,
all about him. You could not imagine
man or angelsdaring to greet this be-
Ing genially-sooner throw kiss to
Mount Pilatus!
'Mr. Brown" he said, with ponder
GUS hostility, in bull bass to the
clerk-th kind of voice which would
have made an express train leave the
track and 60 round the other way
do you hear meY
"Oh, yes, Judge" the clerk replied
swiftly in tones as unlike those which
he used for strange transients as a
collectors voice in his ladylove's ear
Is unlike that which he propels at de-
linquents.
."Do you see that snow?" asked the
parsonage threateningly.
Eyes, judge" Mr.. Brown essayed
placating smile. Eyes, indeed, Judge
Pike"
"Has your employer, the manager
of this hotel, seen that snowY pursued
the parsonage, with gesture of I'M
speakable solemn menace.
eyes, sir. think SO. Yes, sir"
..Do you think he fully understands
that am the proprietor Of this build
ing?"
Certain, Judge, cer''-
.sYou will inform him that do not
intend to be disconnected by his neg
ligence as pass to my Offices. Tell
him from me that unless he keeps the
sidewalks in front Of this hotel clear
Of snow will cancel his lease. Their
present condition is outrageous. Do
you understand me? Outrageous! Do
you hear?"
Eyes, Judge, do So" answered the
clerk, hoarse with respect. "I'll see to
It this minute, Judge Pike"
"You had better" The parsonage
turned himself about and began grim
progress toward the door by which he
had entered, his eyes fixing themselves
angrily upon the conclave at the win
dows.
/ He nodded to the only man Of sub
stance among them, Jonas Tabor, and