The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-02-22

pi<'N0'IhS slA44e les, lndeed, Judge |
Pike"
Has your employer, the manager
of this hotel, seen that snow?" pursued |
the parsonage, with a gesture of IN
speakable solemn menace.
'Yes, sir I think so. Yes. sir"
do you think he fully understands |
that I am the proprietor of this build |
ing?"
Certain. judge. cer"-
You will inform him that / do not
intend to be DISCONNECTED by his neg !
ngenee as pass to my offices. Tell
him from me that unless he keeps the
sidewalks In front of this hotel clear
cowardly and sinful if you could see
their innermost natures a town Of the
ugliest and worst built houses in the
world and governed by a lot of saloon
keepers, though 1 hope it'll never git
down to where the ministers can run
it. And the devil comes along and in
one night-why, all you got to do is
look at it! You'd think we needn't
ever trouble to make it better That's
what the devil wants us to do-wantS
US to rest easy about it and paints il
up to look like a heaven Of peace and
purity and sanctifed spirits. Snowfall
like this would of made Lot turn the
angel out of doors and say that the old
home was good enough for him. Go.
morrah would of looked like q Puritan
village, though I'll bet my last dollar
that there was lot, and a whole lot,
that's never been told about Puritan
villages. A lot that
What never WASP 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?"
Cant you waltz" Mr. APPS ac-
cents were these OF pain. Haven't I
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
| q 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? I'll listen to
the other SIDE but I've got to state
mine first, haven't L? If / don't make
my point clear, what's the use Of the
| argument? Augmentation is only the
comparison Of two sides of a question,
and you have to see what the first side
is before you can compare it 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
a 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
rents to remain long in sight and soon
became dereHct, while the intellectual
dolphins 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
I
blame selfish: don't care q fapdoodle
about what was. All they want is to go
on Twin forever"
Mr.. Apps voice had risen to an acrid
triumphancy, when 1t suddenly falter-
ed, relapsed to a nurmur and then to a
stricken silence as q 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 q strange effect OF
> budding, sat Disconnected and atten-
tive, like schoolboys at the entrance OF
the master.
The parsonage had a big, fat, pinR
face and a heavily undershot jaw
what whitish beard he wore following
his double chin somewhat after tht
manner displayed in the portraits Of
Henry VII. His eyes, very brigh
under pufTed upper lids, were intoler
ant and insultingly penetrating despite
their small size Their irritabllity hell
: q kind Of holiness, and yet the person
age exuded frost, not Of the weather
al! about him. You could not imagin'
man or angel daring to greet this be
! ing genially-sooner throw kiss /
= Mount Pilatus!
7 "Mr. Brown" he said, with ponder
Gus hostility, in a bull bass TO ID
cierk-the kind of voice which woul
have made an express train leave th
= track and go round the other way
do you hear me-"