Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1909-01-26
A Thread In
the WOOf.
BY WALLACE SNOW.
Copyrighted, 1908, by Associated
Literary Press.

EieIlO NlncenzO Riga was diScour
aged. II had been a bad day. In fact,
1t had been a bad month. Generally
when he and Gambietta took to the
road and Travelled through this section
the nickels and dimes and quarters
fell into Pietros old felt hat In a most
alluring stream.
But this year the weather had been
for the most part rainy, and somehow
Gambletta seemingly had lost his
knack of coaxing coins from stubborn
pockets.
What few pleasant days there had
been had proved far from profitable.
for the dimes and nickels and quar-
ters were conspicuous by their alb
sence, and Pietro and Gambietta must
both eat, fair weather or dull
In vain did they plod the dusty
highways; in vain whenever they
could find a possible audience did
Gambietta do his cumbersome tricks.
Waltz, turn somersaults, die. go
lame, wrestle with Pietro as he would.
but a few scattered pennies had lodged
in the old felt hat. Bankruptcy, grim
and CHASTITY, stared them in the face.
Moreover Gambletta was growing
painfully thin, even as II he mad but
recently come from one Of his long
maps of Information, and Pietro was
beginning to learn all too frequently
that a handful Of berries gathered
from the roadside made a most unsat-
isfactory repast.
They plodded up the long hill slope,
the man shutting along with his Shout
ders stopped and his head bent and
the bear following along at the end Of
his chain, his head rolling from side
to side and his scuffling feet sending
up choking clouds of dust that set him
to wheeling and coughing in miserable
fashion
They were nearing the top of the hill
when a wagon with a portly, well fed
man on the seat drew up beside them.
The we'll fed man glared at them in
undisguised contempt.
Hey, you dago," he called, what
yer dom with that bear here on the
highway Don't you know there's a
regulation against 1t in this town?
Scares bosses, 1t doesI Take him
through the woods or the fields, but
keep off the roads-you hear?"
Pietro pulled Off the old felt hat and
bowed respectfully. Then as best he
could in broken English, plentifully
interspersed with Etruscan dialect he
tried to make it plain that neither he
nor Gambietta would willingly or
knowingly transgress the law. But
the man in the wagon understood no
word of the servile harangue.
"None of your lip, now" he inter
rupted irritably, at the same time
pulling open his coat to display a tin
star I'm a deputy sheriff. am.
You and that bear keep of the roads
or I'll run you both in. Seer
He waved his arm meanlngly to-
ward a little wooded path that led
from the highway to the left and sat
In his wagon watching the sorry pair
until they had turned into 1t and were
lost to view in its shady depths.
Beneath a giant oak tree that stood
beside the little path Pietro sat down
miserably, his head in his hands anf
a great despair in his tired eyes.
Gambietta collapsed beside him.
rolled about luxuriously for a mo-
ment. then turned on his side and
went calmly to sleep.
Pietro sat there for time. a prey
to his bitter muslng. Then he, too
stretched himself beside Gambiettas
rusty brown bulk and fell into trou-
bled slumber
Now, 1t happened that the path-a
winding wood road-which the two
had chosen, or, rather, which the well
fed man had chosen for them, as a re-
treat led to a cascade. where a little
stream fell over series Of granite
lodges.
1t was one Of the beauty spots Of
the vicinity a place much frequented
by the summer people who came 20
the little town
Even as Pietro and Gambietta slept
In the shadows of the oak a smart
trap came slowly down the winding
road from the cascade.
In the trap were a stern faced young
man and an unsmiling young woman.
And it took no very great intellect to
see that everything was not entirely
pleasant between them.
Indeed, they had fallen into silence
that bitter silence which is harder to
endure than threats or recriminations
or open censure. For some time they
drove along, the beauties of the
shaded wood road lost to their eyes.
The man finally broke the silence
"Perhaps it would be better If / got
out and walked" he suggested grimly
perhaps it would" said the girl,
and. refining in the horse. she watched
him climb down from the trap, after
which she clicked the cob with the
whip. and the trap sped down the road.
Tie man stuffed his hands into his
pockets. grunted something inarticu-
late and strobe on ii her wake. Re
was a pleasant looking young man