The true northerner., 1912-12-27
OBJECT OF SUSPICION
BY OLIVE WEN0LER


step leading TO his house and felt the
misty rain against his face he wish
ed he had not been SO everlastingly
reserved. He wished he had been
wont 70 mingle with his fellow men.
especially since coming to the sub
urbs a few weeks previous to live.
These reflections were surging
through his soul because CHILLY was
locked out. In addition to this fact,
II was after IL o'clock, his wife was
away on a visit. and he didn't know
the people next door.
He couldn't go to a hotel, because
there wasn't a hotel In the suburb.
He couldn't take a train back to town.
because the trains had stopped run
ming by that time. 1t grew colder and
colder.
Chilly felt that he must do some
thing. so, tumbling down his steps, he
strode across the wet lawn to the
neighboring house, where he rang the
bell.
Good evening"" said Chilly to the
blue pajamas that finally opened the
door. I'm Mr.. Chilly. and live next
door. I'm locked out. Would you
mind lending me all the door keys you
have? Perhaps one OF them will fit
my door"
The blue pajamas laughed a cold.
sarcastic laugh. You have your
nerve" he said. "Quite likely that I'm
going to help you break into neigh
happen to know that the people next
door are away visiting!"
II saw the trunks go!' floated tri-
umphantly down the stairs in FEM
mime tones.
''Mrs. Chilly went away, but I'm
at home" explained Chilly.
The blue pajamas laughed again.
Good night" he said. But Chilly
thrust his foot into the crack OF the
door.
'T don't blame you." he said. but
I'm telling you the truth. Here are let
ters and cards"
"He may have murdered Mr.. Chilly
and taken his papers to help along his
story" excitedly called the fem
mime voice. Don't you believe him
George!"
II can't hang around outdoors or
a night like this!" protested Chilly
Come along with me and I'll prove
to you that | know the house!"
The blue pajamas wavered, ther
slipped on an overcoat and trampeo
across the lawn with Chilly. In the
porch behind them the owner of the
feminine voice stood watchfully.
1--WE got the hatchet, George, If h'
does anything to you!" she called.
The third key the neighbor tried
turned in the lock Of Gillilly's IRON
door, but the blue pajamas stoppe'
him. What wood" he demanded, ii
! in the dresser in the back bedroom ol
your second floor
Chilly is the most unobservant o
men. If Mrs. Chilly should paper tn
whole inside Of the house with pun
pie wall paper with yellow polka dot
Chilly would not be likely to notice II
Il don't know" he said.
"There!" cried the blue pajamas
sternly 81 knew you were a fake!
Then, pocketing the key, he strod
away Indignantly.
wait minute!" Chilly begged. Il
YOU won't believe me and let m
into my own house, let me sleep i
your barn"
Don't do it, George!" cautioned tn
voice from the front porch. He
smoke or something and set the gasc
line on fire. They always do"
mo go, old chap" said the blue pa
jamas firmly "All I've got to say I
you is to beat it quick before the pa
troll wagon gets here! I'm not goin
to permit Gillilly's house to be robbed
even If he Is a stuck up dub"
Chilly skunk away and passed tn
night in a secluded corner OF the sui
urban railroad station. where onl
three-quarters of him got wet.
At noon the next day he walked int
the office where he knew he shoul
find the owner Of the blue pajjama
"How do you do?" he said beamin
ly to that nonplused person. m
names Chilly. I'm the stuck-u
dub who lives next door to you.
think | owe you a lunch. Besides,
like to impress my countenance upo
your memory by way Of preparing II
future emergencies! es!"-Chicago Dai
News.