The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-03-03
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Explaining that they would b,
traiied by the hell-hounds, Craig
head effected the strategem o.
fetching a compass round aboul
the tower Of the interlockinf
switch" down the railway track
They crossed dim field, followed
a farm road, and came back into
the village from the opposite side
Craighead peered up and down the
street, hastily opened gate be-
fore which they had been Sinking
and hurried Carson to a broad
porch. under tall elms and naples
knobby with swelling buds. HI.
pushed a button and they waited
Carson Inspected it's exterior,
and pronounced the establishment
distinctly odd. The house was a
columned, old-fashioned ediflce,
which in an unpretentious colonial
way was fine and impressive. The
grounds must have covered two
acres. The trees were strong,
specimens, so high
and bosky as to make the place
Ikea wood. The grass
had been left unclipped the pre-
ceding year, and was uneven like
a pasture. A COW peered at them
around the veranda. Near the
fence stood farm wagon, equip
ped with sideboards for the haul
ing of corn. Harrows and other
farm tools lay about as IL got
out in anticipation of the work of
spring. and all these in the
grounds of a well-kept house,
thoroughly in repair. Even the
escutcheon of the push-button, on
which Craighead pressed again,
was polished until II shone.
At slow steps in the hall Craig
head squeezed Carson's arm spas
The door opened and a
low figure stood before them in
which Theodore noted something
familiar, and voice not alto
gether strange, he thought, invit-
ed them into the "other room"
"Mr. Carson" said Mr.. Craig
head. docs not recognize in our
host the erstwhile guide of my
wandering and wabbly feet. Mr..
Carson, in your new and fully
capacity as a respect
able citizen, let me present you to
Mr.. Waddy, to whose counsel, pre-
cept and example, while acting as
my attendant, I feel myself in
debted for my complete restora-
ton to Philistine-hood. Mr.. Car
son, Mr.. Waddy!"
Mr.. Waddy, ignoring this rein
PRODUCTION, led them silently down
the hall, past door, which gave
forth scuffling sounds, female
voices, and the peeping of young
chickens, and took them into B
snug den, the shelves of which
were covered with books, tall, i'm.
posing, learned-looking tones in
time-darkened bindings; where
they sat down In leather-covered
chairs gray with dust. Mr.. Waddy
opened the swinging door of q
small cast-iron stove. the pipe OF
which ran into the chimney above
a fine old mantel, and threw in q
double handful of corncobs from a
box in the corner. The fire roared
up, and, by its Pickering light
Theodore saw that the curious
looking machine which thanked a
fine bust of Shakespeare, was a
cream-separator and that what he
had taken for a frieze in alto-re-
lievo was string of seed-corn
composed of pairs of ears tied to-
gether by their husks, and hung
over a wire. In its deeper per-
sonal implications it was the most
battling room Theodore had ever
seen.
you see here" said Craighead
IAN illustration of the manner in
which the souls of things express
those of people. Here we find the
effective mingled with the defec-
t.se. serials with cereals, litera-
ture with litter, the diary with the
dairy. expressing our good friend
Mr.. Waddy, VINO combines the
types of the more or less honest
prince of haute finance and the
horny-handed son Of toll. The
owner of eight banks sits here in
the shade of his own cream-separ-
ator and seed-corn, surrounded by
art, Aldines and Elzevirs, all coat
ed with the desiccated soil from
which we are made, to which we
return, and out of which, under
moister conditions, all wealth is
derived. l am touched"
II amt" said Mr.. Waddy. mot
yit!"
A pause succeeded this Delphic
remark. Either Mr.. Craighead
was doubtful as to Mr.. Waddy's
exact meaning, as he sought the
effect of silence.
$50 you did RELY drop into the
garden?" their host finally asked
Yes" answered Carson. 81
think 1t was foolish to take the
risk-but I did,"
"Why?" queried waddy; and
Carson explained.
boy foolishness," said Mr..
and silence fell again,
broken at last by Theodore's in
curry as to whether Mr.. Waddy
was active in eight banks, and II
he did not find his duties irksoms.
NO." replied waddy. gtiii Del
phic. "The things growed up on
me. I never wanted to be hank
er; but my rents KEEP loadin' me
up with deposits, an sort OF got