Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1913-06-12

knew 1t, James Whitney, thief, was sit
ting next to big policeman and that
big policeman's hands were clamping
hard on his wrists. This time there
was no struggle. There was no chance
Tor one. Within fifteen minutes Whit
ney was in the police station and the
captain was taking his confession.
"But there was one thing he would
not tel!-what he had done with the
money. did not care much, for be-
lieved | knew. Near the Whitney
apartments was an old carpenter shop
that once had been equipped for cleo
trio lights, and then the wires taken
out. hurried to the place. l had
made few enquiries Of neighbors and
found that the place had recently been
rented for purposes unknown. l laugh
ed to myself At last | was rounding
out the evidence in a case that had
seemed hopeless to me twelve hours
before. asked some flatdweller for
an axe.
"A what?' he replied in surpris'
"An axe; | want to break down
door showed him my star. He
gave me the best thing he hard-a
long, heavy iron rod. Then, just to
show that he had the real sporting
blood in him, he went along to break
down the door for me himself. A
ones in those borders where she
would plant the ANIMALS In June,
However thrifty the iris and the peo-
nies had been, she gave them help
ing hand in the autumn. The tulips,
living below ground in the beds be
longing to the ANIMALS, were planted
deep to leave enough surface earth
for the passing summer flowers, while
those she planted in clumps IN the
perennial borders did not require deep
setting.
Tommy and the Hollyhock Woman
talked in whispers at the gate just as
the sun was setting Tommy agreed
to be the conspirator's aid. There
was but one way to bring Indifferent
villagers to their senses, and that
was by surprising them.
"You can do 1t when cannot,
Tommy, but you must keep the Sc
cret," she said. Here is a basket OF
odd bulbs, the Glory Of the Snow
bright yellow jonquils, scillas, snow
drops and stars of Bethlehem. Plant
them in the flower beds where the
folks are sure to see them from the
path or the window. You can stick
In crocuses almost anywhere. Take
first those houses we picked out as
places where the folks did not care
very much about gardens. This ought
to convert them"
81 should think So" said Tommy
out loud.
Think what" asked q familiar
voice as the Primrose Man loomed UP
in the dusk.
"One thing l think is that her
cookies are good" said this aiding
conspirator.
You are evading. young man." said
the great gardener Of the village, who
had more than once paid him fol
wedding.
Tommy cannot tell you.' said his
companion conspirator. He has Q
missionary deed on hand, and yor
know the left hand should not heal
what the right hand doeth. He Is
goinK out to do good deeds, and he
should not talk about them"
The Primrose Man looked towart
the west where the evening star hung
bright and. clear. The purple veil O.
night was drawing slowly across the
evening red.
Tommy" he said, "I have no Sc
crets from this lady, though she may
=. have secrets from me. She bakes the
best cookies man or boy ever ate
and she is 80 industrious in her gar
den that she leaves me nothing to dt
, but to give her a primrose plant nov
and then, which l can do, since an
the only one around here who makei
, an art of cultivating primroses. /
we were in England, Tommy, WI
could pick prmroses along the road
side in spring, but Americans have
not discovered that they can have
: ga primrose by the rivers brim,'
, quoted Tommy
eyes. and in the gardens and OF
r the roadside, and cowslips with them
) too"
!, Don't forget the secret you wer'