Putnam patriot., 1912-04-26

thought to invent a jug with glass bottom" he observed.
 What for?" asked Mahaffy.
 You astonish me, Solomon" ex- claimed the judge. Coming as you do from that section which invented the wooden nutmeg, and an etghtday clock that has been known to run as much as four or five hours at stretch. I am aware the Yankees are an ingenious people: I wonder none of 'em ever thoughs or . jug with . glass bottom. 90 that when g body holds it up to the light he can see at . glance whether it is empty or not. Do you reckon Pegoe has sumcient confidence to All the jug again for usr'
 But Mahany's expression indicated no great confidence in MT. Pegloe's confidence.
 Credit" began the judge, Ifs pro- verbally shy; still 1t may sometimes be increased, like the muscles Of the body and the mental faculties. by tu- dicious use. I've always regarded Pegloe's as cheap mind. I hope 1 have done him an injustice" He put on his hat, and tucking the jug under his arm went from the house.
 Ten or fifteen minutes elapsed. Ma haffy considered this good sign; it didn't take long to say no, he reflect ed. Another ten or fifteen elapsed. Mabaffy lost heart. Then there came a hasty step beyond the door, 1t was thrown violently open, and the judge precipitated himself into the room. A glance showed Mahaffy that he was laboring under intense excitement.
 Solomon, I bring shocking news. God knows what the next few hours may reveali" cried the judge, mop ping his brow. Miss Malroy his dis appeared from Belle Plain, and Han- nibal has gone with her!"
 Where have they gone?" asked Ma haffy, and his long jaw dropped.
 Would to God I had an answer ready for that question, Solomon!". answered the judge, with a melan- choly shake of the nead. He gazed down on his friend with an air of large tolerance. q am going to Belle Plain, but you are too drunk. Sleep it off, Solomon, and join me when your brain is clear and your legs steady"
 Mahaffy jerked out an oath, and lifting himself of his chair, stood erect He snatched up his hat.
 Stuff your pistols into your pock-l cts, and come on, Price!" he said. and stalked toward the door.
 He fitted up the street, and the judge puffed and panted in his wake. They gained the edge of the village without speech.
 There Is mystery and rascahty here!" said the judge.
 What do you know, Price, and where did you hear this?" MahafYy shot the question back over his shoul- der.
 At Pegloe's: the Belle Plain over seer had just fetched the news into town"
 Again they were silent. all their energies being absorbed by the physi- cal exertion they were making. The road danced before their burning eyes, it seemed to be uncoiling itself serpent-wise with hideous undulations. Mir Mahaffy was conscious that the judge, of whom he caught blurred vision now at his right side. now at his left, was laboring painfully in the heat and dust. the breath whistling from between his parched lips.
 You're just ripe for apoplexy.' Price!" he snarled, moderating his pace
 "Go on," said the judge. with stolid resolution.
 Two miles out of the village they came to roadside spring; here they paused for an instant. Mahany scooped up handfuls of the clear wa ter and sucked it greedily. The judge dropped on his stomach and buried his face in the tiny pool, gulping up great thirsty swallows. After long breathless instant he stood erect, with drops of moisture ciinging to his nose and eyebrows. Mahany was dozen paces down the road, hurrying forward again with relentless vigor. The judge shufled after him. The tracks they left in the dust crossed and re-crossed the road. but present. iy the sianting lines of their advance straightened. the judge gained ana held . fixed piaes ss Aaheays riga.