The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1913-06-06
CHAPTER xvIIl-(contlnued).

DR.. Temple stared after him, but
the gambler stared at DR.. Temple
with homage. $50 you're one of US, y
he said, and seizing the old mans
limp hand. shook it heartily: Il got
to slip 1t to you. Your makeup is
great. You nearly had me for a come
on. Great!"
And then he sauntered out, leaving
the ciergymans head swimming DR..
Temple turned TO Mallory for eXplana-
tons, but Mallory only waved him
away. He was not quite convinced
himself. He was convinced only that
whatever else anybody might be. no.
body apparently desired to be clergy
man in these degenerate days.
The conductor returned and threw
into DR.. Temple the glare OF two basil
lsk eyes. The old man put out be
seeching hand and began:
MY good man. you do me a grave
Injustice"
The conductor snapped back: you
say a word 10 me and I'll do you worse
than that. And If | spot you with a
pack of cards in your hand again, I'll
tie you TO the cow-ketcher."
Then he marched off again. The
doctor fell back into a chair, trying 10
figure IL out. Then Ashton and Fos-
dick and little Jimmie Wellington and
Wedgewood strolled in and, dropping
into chairs, ordered drinks. Before
the doctor could ask anybody to ex-
plain, Ashton was launched on a story.
His mind was a suitcase full of anec-
dotes, mostly OF the smoking-room
order.
Wherever three or four men are
gathered together. they rapidly organ
ize a clearinghouse OF off-color stories.
The doctor listened In spite OF him
self, and In spite OF himself he was
amused. for stories that would be
stupid IL they were decent, take on a
certain verve and thrill from their
very forbiddenness.
The dear old clergyman felt that II
would be pFiggish 10 take flight, but
he could not make the corners OF his
mouth behave. Strange twitchings of
the lips and little steamy escapes OF
giggle-jets disturbed him. And when
Ashton, who was a practiced racon-
teur, finished a drolatic adventure
with the epilogue. And the next
morning they were at Niagara Falls. "
the old doctor was helpless with laugh
ter. Some superior force, the devil
no doubt, fairly shook him with glee.
"Oh, that's bully" he shrieked, II
haven't heard a story like that for
ages"
why, where have you been. Dr.
Temple?" asked Ashton. who could
not imagine where a man could have
concealed himself from such stories
But he laughed loudest OF all when
the doctor answered: You see, I live
in Ypsilauti. They don't tell me
stories like that"
"They--who?" said Fosdick.
why, my pa-my patients" the
doctor explained. and laughed so hard
that he forgot to feel guilty. laughed
SO hard that his wife in the next room
heard him and giggled to Mrs. Whit.
comb.
Listen TO dear Walter. He hasn't
laughed like that since he was "a
medical student" Then she buried
her face guiltily in a book.
Wasn't II good?" DR.. Temple de-
manded. wiping his streaming eyes
and nudging the solemn-faced English
man, who understood his own nations
humor. but had not yet learned the
Yankee quirks.
wedgewood made a hollow effort at
laughter and answered: Extremely
very droll. but what ! don't quite
get vas-why the porter said" The
Others drowned him in a roar Of laugh.
ter. but Ashton was angry. why. you
blamed fool. that's where the Joke
came In Don't you see. the BRIDE
groom said to the bride" then he