The Sentinel=record., 1911-12-10

1 The Law of Forts with it's nuner- oBs pages painstakingly spaced by slips of paper by way of bookmarks. k an attested fact. That it was al ways the same volume is less widely known.
 Less directly-that is to say. via my windowl learned of him compen. diously from sources which would have been anonymous but for my long acquaintance with the voices of the townspeople write these pages at my desk at home and if truths to be told. somewhat surreptitiously. But with these voices ringing in my mem oFy's ear seemed still to be sitting at my erStwhie desk by the window, | looking ont over Courthouse square. chewing the rubber heel of my pencil che while l listen
 Immediately opposite, on the far side of the square. the courthouse rises proudly in all the majesty of it's columned front and clapboarded sides. Farther along there's the Methodist church. very severe. with It's rows of sheds on one side for the teams of the more rnral members. Behind them all bulk our hills. dim and purple against tie overwhelming blue of the sky It's very quiet There are few sounds and those few most famIiar-the raucous warcry of a rooster somewhere on the outskirts of town, an intermittent 1 thudding of hoofs in the inch deep dust of the roadway Miles Stetson wringing faint but genuine shrieks of agony from his cornet in a room be- bind the opera house on the next street. periodically shufie of feet on the sidewalk below, less frequently the whine of the swinging doors at Schwartz's place and above it all per haps the shril but not unpleasant ac- cents of Angie Tuthill as she pauses on the threshold downstairs and in :! ieets snrnrising information into the nothing reluctant ears of Name Gar risnn:
 Hes got six suits of clothes. three for summer and three for winter, and two others to wear 10 parties. enc reg ular full dress suit and another with. out any tails on the coat that he told Miss Carpenter was dinner coat, but Roland Barnette says he must we meant tuxedo. because nobody wears that kind of clothes except at night. so how could it be dinner eeat? And Miss Carpenter told ma he's got twelve striped shirts and eight I white ones and dozens of silk socks and two dozen neckties and handker- chiefs till you can't count andY-
 Name punctuates this monologue with regular and excusable My l iand?' and the young voices fade away into the midsummer afternoon 1 quiet. l am free to resume my inter rupicd flight of fancy. but I refrain The atmosphere is soporiferous. hardly conducive to editorial inspiration. and 1 find the comningled flavors of red ec5iar. glue and rubber quite nourish ing.
 Presently Dr. Mortimer. the minis ter comes down the street in com nany with his deacon. Blinky Lock wood They are discussing some on, in snhdued tones. but l catch refer ences to q worthy young man and tho vacancy in the choir
 Josie Lockwood rustles into hearing with Bessie Gabriel in tow Josie is | rattling volubly, but with a hint of The confidential in her tone. She in sists that "of course I never let on, but every time we meet can just feel him looking and
 Bessie interposes why. Tracey Tan. aer's just crazy for fear he'll take on with Angie"
 can see Josie's head toss at this. I bet he don't know what Angie Tut | lill looks like That's too absurd'-
 Absurd" is Josie's newest word It's very good word too. but sometimes fear she will wear it threadbare. Il closes her remarks as the two girls dart into the postotice. and there is peace for q time; then they emerge gigging, and hear Josie declare: "1'd get Roland Barnette to do if, but he's so jealous. He makes me tired"
 Bessie's response is inaudihle.
 Well" Josie continues. "Im simply not going to send them out until I meet him Father said l could give