Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-09-28

you to stay tight here in this field for
q half hour. Don't bulge. If catch
you outside, I'll take you to the near
est jail"
Por1tol drew himself up. "As an
attache am exempt" he said, with
pitiful attempt at dignity.
You are not exempt from the con-
sequences Of crime like this. Now,
got on your knees"
Whimpering, Poritol kneeled.
"Stay in that position"
ooh, sir-oh, my very dear sir. IL
"Stay there!" Numbered Orme
Poritol was still, but his lips moved,
and his interlaced fingers worked con.
vulsively.
AS Orme walked away. he stopped
now and then to look back. Poritol
did not move, and Orme long carried
the picture Of that kneeling figure.
Who was IT." asked Bessie Wal
bingham, as he climbed back over the
fence.
"A puppy with sharp teeth" he re-
piled, thinking OF what the girl had
said. I'VE might as well forget him"
She studied him in silence, then
pointed to the chauffeur, who was
down at the side Of the car.
Anything damaged?" orme quer-
led.
yes, sir"
"Much?"
"Two hours work. sir"
"Pshaw!" Orme shut his teeth down
hard; Poritol, had he known 1t, might
have felt thankful that he was not
GEAR at hand. He turned to Bessie,
How much farther Is it,"
"The chauffeur answered. About
three miles. sir"
Three miles over dark country roads
and 1t was nearly IL o'clock. He
glanced ahead. In the distance Q
light twinkled.
Bessie" he said, como with nae to
that farmhouse. We must go on. Or.
II you prefer to wait here"
I'll 60 with you, Of course"
They walked along the road to the
farm gate. A cur yelped at their feet
as they approached the house. and an
old man, coatless and slippered, opened
tho door. holding an oil lamp high
above his head. Down. Rover! What
do you want?" he shouted.
We've got to have a rig to take US
to Winnetka." said Orne> "Our car
broke down."
The old man reflected. Cant do
it." he said, at last. "All shet up fer
the night. Can't leave the missus
alone"
A head protruded from a dark upper
window. Yes. you can. Simeon"
srowled . woman's cultural voice.
WALL don't know"
"Yes, you can" She turned to
orme. He'll take 70 fer Ave dollars
cash. Ye can pay me-"
Orme turned to Bessie. "Have you
any money!" he whispered.
Heavens! left my hand bag in
my locker ct tho clubhouse. How stu
pid!"
Never mind" Orme saw that he
must lose tho marked bill after all.
Regretfuily he took it from his pocket.
The woman had disappeared from the
window. and now she came to the
door and stood behind her husband.
Wrapped in an old blanket, she made
q gaunt figure, not unlike . squaw. AS
Orms walked UP tho two or three
steps. she stretched her hand over her
husbands shoulder and snatched the
bill. examining it closely by the lamp
light.
What's this writin' a IT." she de-
manAsd. f1ercely.
"oh. that's Just somebody's Joke. It
doesn't hurt anything"
WE'LL don't know" She looked at
It doubts0aly. then crumpled it tight
in her fist: Y guess It'll pass. Git
q move on you. Simeon"
The ED man departed, grumbling.
to the barn. and the woman drew back
into the house. shutting the door care
fully. Orme and Bessie heard the
bolts click as she shot them homo.
"HosDttAhle!" exclaimed Bessie.
seating heTssN en- the doorstep.
After . wait that seemed inteEmi-
nable, the old man came driving around
the house. To . ramshackle buggy
he had hitehed = decrepit horse. They