The Prescott daily news., 1912-11-11
IN SEARCH OF REPOSE
By SARAH E. HIPP.

Happle appreciated the hospitality of Mrs. Matts. She was nothing if not generous in dealing with guests, and already her house was full.
 Jimmy" she said to young Happle at the close of a festal evening as he and his cousin were preparing to go out in the midnight rain, its a shame for you boys to walk a mile ir the wet and wake up your family to get in. l heard you say you had for gotten your key. If you and Arthur can manage in three-quarter bed you can stay here. All the other guest rooms are filed"
 Consequently they stayed Tho room was as charming as every other room in the big house and Arthur fell into slumber after vociferously admir- ing it. Young Happle stayed awake. In the first place, Arthur's construc- tion was of the sort that demands considerable space fore, aft and broad side, and he was not at all reluctant about taking it. He occupied the three-quarter bed comfortably and
 
 not help admiring himself for the clever way in which he poised on the extreme edge of the mattress after the fashion of a trapeze performer about to do leap for life. Proddings had no effect upon Arthur. Neither did verbal remonstrances. His slum. Der was as deep as the sea.
 Young Happle at last arose. He had determined to go home and let Arthur have the undisputed possession of the three-quarters bed. Young Happle felt that he might just as we'll be walking the streets as suffering there And at the end of the walk was the goal of his own bed. He could get in at window or something.
 Quietly Happle garbed himself and, taking his shoes in his hand tiptoed down the big corridors of the Matts mansion and descended the stairs. Noting approvingly that the hinges were perfectly oiled, he shot the bolts, and opening theabig front door, step ped out AS he stood there for a mo. ment blinking in the darkness there came glare in his face and a large and muscular hand grasped him.
 Come out of it!" said voice.
 "Who the dickens are your" young Happle demanded, with indignation.
 Flaw, haw!" said the voice, de- risively. Tt Is joke, then? Who am I? Ask the sergeant who I am when you get to the station, my lad!"
 See here," said young Harple, I'm no burglar"
 Then who"--the voice was in- tensely polite-"may you be, with yer shoes in yer hands, a-sneaking out of a house at two in the morning, mak- Ing no more noise than a bunny rab- bit?'
 Young Happle opened his mouth and closed it again. It suddenly seemed .preposterous to tell the truth. Supposing he should confide to the policeman that his cousin was large, and, not having room in bed for slum- Der, he had decided to arise and go home in the rain? He could in fancy near the jeers of this disagreeable of fcer. Still
 'Y' see" broke in the voice, "y' see, yeh cant frame up an excuse at all! Us lucky Mir. Mats tipped me off to watch his place special this summer with all the burglaries there is goin' >n! Have yeh any of the family jools about yeh, now,4'd like to know?"
 Get out!" young Happle said. iercely, as the hand slid into his pocket. Then he told his story. Ring he bell and rouse the house if you ion't believe me- he said, inclosing ais recital.
 "'Tis likely I'd be wakin' 'em all up with fool story like the one you've been telling mel" said the police man.
 ''Well, if you won't do that" said young Happle, wearily. "come on with me to my own home and let them Identify mel"
 q don't believe you." declared the officer, firmly. But it's on my beat an I'll humor you"
 Through the rain they plodded the lnterminable distance to young Hap ples home and up to the front door the policeman marched him.
 TT haven't any key!" young Hap pie blurted out, after searching his pockets. "I-I forgot it!"
 The policeman gave good imita- ton of a man whose suspicious have been justified. q knew it!" be chuckled. Were you pinin' for walk that you took me clear up here in the rain I'd like to know? None