The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1912-04-19


Fighting, Swearing and Protesting.
big" He nodded to Jenkins and the
;snitor. Here, you two! Help uss
oBn't you?"
And with one mighty, united heave,
they brought the loudly protesting old
man to his feet and held him there
O'Keefe faced me.
might be well to take look
around, sir, and see il you think Of
anything else he's stolen. before We
take him off"
Good idea, Lightnut!" Old Bra1-
ton stopped struggling and whirled
his head toward me, his face almost
black with rage. "Ha, ha! Why don't
you have me searched? There's not
q pocket in these damn pajamas!"
Anything whatever, sir, we'll have
him leave behind" said O'Keefe.
"By Jove!" I don't know how
ever managed to say it. Fact is, things
had just suddenly spun round before
me like a merry what's-its-name. For
1 did recognize something! The old
fellows unabashed reference to pa
jamas was what brought it to my at
tention.
"Ha!" O'KeeSe nodded. There Is
something! Just say the word, sir"
I looked helplessly at jenkins, and
then saw that of sudden he yecog.
nized them, too. His eyes rolled at
me understandingly.
What is it, sir?" demanded
O'Keefe respectfully. The law re-
quires-'
swallowed hard. "It-it's the pa
jamas," I said family.
The old rascal altered a roar and
tried to get at me.
"You cold-blooded scoundrel!" he
beloved. $50 this is why"
But here a jab of the night stick
took him in the side with a sound like
a blow on a punching bag. Words
left the old man and he gasped des-
perately for breath. O'Keefe tried to
shake him.
Did you get those pajamas in
here?" he demanded fercely, and he
drew back his stick as though for an
other jab. But the old geezer nodded
quickly, glaring at me and trying to
wheeze something.
That's enough" said the officer.
He turned to me. You recognize
them, do you, sir?"
"I-I think So" stammered, look
ing at Jenkins, who nodded. They
belong to a friend of mine WHOA
must have left them here"
81 see." He fshed out a notebook.
Mind giving me the name, sir? JUST.
a matter of form, you know" He
licked his pencil expectantly.
"Oh, 1 say, you know" gasped
at jenkins. 81 don't think she-I-"
Certainly not, SIR" affirmed Jen-
kins, solemnly looking upward.
"she?" The notebook slowly
closed, then with the pencil went back
into the officers pocket. Excuse me,
sir. H'm!"
"H'm!" echoed Tim apologetically.
Then they both glared at Foxy.
The old man just snarled at them.
He was like dog at bay.
"All right" he hissed. You just
try to take them on-Pll kill some
body, that's all. Think I'm going to
make a spectacle Of myself?"
Jenkins whispered to me.
"To be sure" I said aloud. He
might as well wear them now to the
station. Just so he returns them when
he gets his clothes.'
Very good, sir" said o'Keefe, re-
lieved. We'll see he does that. Come
along now, Braxton-shut up, tell
you!"
And with all four of them behind
the charge, they managed to rush the
loudly protesting old man to tae door.
81 won't go without my clothes,
tell you," he ragged.
But he did. Fighting, swearing and
protesting, the jolly old vagaoond was
roughly bundled into the elevator.
Good night, Sir" called O'Keefe as
the tour of them dropped downward.
"We'll let you know if it seems neces-
sary to trouble you
Once again inside, jenkins and I
Just stared at each other without a
word, we were that tired and disgust
ed. To me-. the only dashed crumb
of comfort in the whole business was
the wonderful fact that Billings
seemed to have slept like jolly Rip
through the whole beastly row.
(TO BE CONTINUED)