The Detroit times., 1912-10-14

I, time of his young life. Abstract prob
lens or right and wrong did not
trouble him. He took each event as
il came aud never fretted about IL
when IL was over or worried about
| the next to come. Last night in the
open with the fat Mike and the
! languid James. all dirty, all tired. all
tramps, he. had slept as peacefully
aud had fallen asleep as quickly. as ne
did that night In comfortable oed
! with an austere member OF the New
York Stock exchange as hed-tellow
and retired general OF the United
States army on the couch at the root
The whole adventure was dtverting.
amusing, nothing more. He took each
day as IL came and let the morrow
take care OF itself Bachelor would
probably try to make trouble, but IL
Bartlett was as successful as ne
hoped to be, and kept on getting lost,
there was little danger from that
source. Bartlett, desiring secrecy as
much as-the Watermelon, had enectu-
! ally silenced the enterprising reporter
at the hotel.
II was early when Bartlett awoke.
The birds were singing riotously In
The vines over the porch and the sun
| streamed through the cracks In the
shabby window shade. He yawned
and stretched, glancing with amuse-
ment at the general, still raising
melodious sounds of slumber from
the couch M. the foot of the bed. Then
suddenly he became aware that the
place az his side was empty, that the
Watermelon was gone. He crawled
stealthily out OF bed and dressed.
f6iledewith misgivings.
Batcfeior had consented so. readily
the day before to come with them
thar now, when he had had time to
think IL over, he might have regretted
his decision and be already on the
way to the railroad. somewhere. HIS
had been the master mind to con-
ceive the check and rnination OF the
cotton scheme, and surely he would
see the folly in what he had done the
day before, when lured on by the
/ pretty, bewitching Billy. He would
realize now in the clear light Of day
i that he must return TO the city or
1 get word TO his brokers somehow. He
might even then be In telegraph Of
I fee, sending a dispatch OF far-reach-
| ing Importance.
( Bartlett dressed with feverish haste
and hurried out TO the side porcE.
! The Watermelon was there, sitting II
1.-THE sun. his feet hanging over tns
! edge OF the porch, talking carelessly
with the immobile Alphonse. Both
we're smoking and both had apparent
( iy been up for some time. Had Batch
/ elor been to the village and tele-
graphed already? He would have
had time To 90 and return IL he had
used cne or the cars.
: The Watermelon looked up. 'Hel.
10, said he.
Hello said Bartlett. Been up
.'longf"
Not so long" said the watermel
on.
s:Are the cars all right?" asked
Bartlett.
II haxen't been TO. see" returned
the Watermelon. rolling another cigar
cite.
Bartlett drew a sigh OF relief and
started after Aiphonse for the shed
beside the barn, The Watermelon had
not had time TO walk to the village
and back, besides telegraphing. Bart
lett paused and glanced over his
shoulder.
Aren't you coming?"
mo. said the Watermelon. II
ain'f bugs about the gasoline bug
giles
Bartlett walked on. shrewdly guess
ing that the languid youth was wait.
ing for Billy. Her charms. II seemed.
had not grown any less effective. He
decided that he would not try to get
In touch with his broker. He could
trust him 20 take care of the city end
OF the business if Bachelor were TO
be eliminated until the following Sun
day. Bachelor was an ordinary youth
and II Billy's charms were not enough
to hold him, finding himself an equal
and on friendly footing with people in
what his policeman father and wash
erwoman mother reverently called
society. would probably turn his
otherwise level head completely.
Bartlett admitted TO himself. as he