The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1912-10-26
BY sAFAf4 (. HIP.

the fashion of a tFapeZe performer
had no effect upon Arthur. Neither
did verbal remoastrances His slum
her was rs deep as the sea.
Young Eapple at last arose, lie had
determined to Ro home and let Arthur
have the u1disputed possession OF the
three-quarters ted Young Harplc felt
that he might just as#veli be walking
the streets as suffering there And
at the end Of the walk was the goal
of his own bed. lie could get in al a
window or something
Quietly Happla CARRIED himself and
taking his shoes in his hand tiptoed
down the big corridors of the Mats
mansion and descended the stairs
Noting approviHgly that the hinges
We're perfectly oiled he shot the bolts
and. opening the big front door step
ped out AS he stood there for mo
ment blinking ii the darkness there
came a glare in his face and q large
and muscular hand erasped him
Come out Of il - said :, voice.
who the dickens are You?@ young
Happle demanded with Indignation
sHaw. haw'" said the voice. de
risiyely. ut is Joke. then? Who an
|? Ask the sergeant who am Wheh
you get 70 the station my lad ~
See here" SAID young Happle, Tn
no burglar
Then who"--the voice was in
tensely polite-"may you be, with yer
shoes in yer hands. asueakine out Of
a house at two IN the morning, max.
ing no more noise than q bunny rab
bit?n
Young Happle opened his mouth
and closed it again. It suddenly
seemed preposterous 10 tell the truth
Surprising he should confide to the
policeman that Ills cousin was large,
and. not having room in bed for Stun
Der, he had decided 10 arise and go
home in the rain? lie could in fancy
hear the iecrs Of this disagreeable of
ficer. Still
"Y' see broke in the voice, - see,
yeh can't frame up an excuse at all
It's lucky MI Mats tipped mo off to
watch his place special this summer
with all the burglaries there is goin
on, Have yeh any of the family jools
about yeh now, I'd like to know -
Get OUT" Young Happln said
fercely, as the hand slid into his
pocket. Then he told his story Ring
the bell and rouse The house il you
don't believe me- he said, inclosing
his recital.
"'Tis likely I'd be wakin' 'em all ur
with fool story like the one youv
been telling me-" said the police.
man
well, if you won't do that said
young Happle, YEARLY come on with
me to my own home and let them
identify me-
Il 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
interminable distance to young Hap
pies home and up TO the front door
the policeman marched him.
Il haven't any key!' young Hap
pie blurted out, after searching his
pockets IL forgot it,
The policeman gave a good imta
ton of a man whose suspicious have
been justified II knew it," he
chuckled Were you pinin' for
walk that you took me clear up here
in the rain, I'd like to know? None
of that, now" Young Happle had
reached desperately for the door bell
Get a crowd of people here and then
break away when the excitement is
going on! I know your kind! You
come along."
Back they splashed through the
rain, the policeman triumphant, young
Happle too angry to speak. He was
soaked to the skin and he loathed
the world The dawn was breaking
when he at last got into communica'
ton with the Mats house. Arthur
arrived at the station at eight lie
looked disgustingly comfortable and
be surveyed his ragged and be,
d1aggled cousin with great enjoyment
Now you mention it. he told young
Happle, that three-quarter bed was
more roomy after you left. Chicago
Daily News.