The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-05-29

. gers. None OF II now. I'll celebrat
with a meal and nickel show
though. why not7 rye enough save
up for the wedding, and with tina
suit"
Staggers felt quite proud as h
thought OF the anticipated sarb. HI
went to restaurant, sat at a rea
table. and did very finely on a twenty
cent meal Then he strolled arount
for an hour, and finally landed at
nickel moving picture show.
Once settled In a comfortable seat
Staggers was loath to give UP the
lights, the warmth and the soothing
excitemnt He heard some one say
It was raining outside. Mrs. Ainslee
had given him an old umbrella, and
Stagsers felt proudly that he did not
have to dodge the showers.
He sat through the performances
Of the same thing over and over again.
II was eleven o'clock when he fol-
lowed the crowd out to the street.
II was drizzling a trife. Staggers
started homewards. The streets we're
pretty we'll deserted. AS he passed
q well-known hotel, several gentle.
men came out shook hands In part.
ing. and one Of them, turning up his
coat collar, started on at a breakneck
pace.
"Hello!" suddenly exclaimed Stag.
gers with start and q stare. why.
that's my suit"
1t certainly was Bob Ainslee. The
sx-tramp did not feel we'll enough &C
Quainted to call after him. In fever
ish haste, however. he started In
pursuit.
I've got to catch him. breathed
the ardent pursuer. IT'S beginning
to rain harder. Say. he'll spoil my suit.
How careless some people are!"
Bob was aiming for a trolley line
three blocks away. He had been a
crack Splinter at college. Stasgers
had to run to even match his gait
The tramp was big-eyed with anxiety,
painting like a porpoise now, and per.
spring.
The rain will shrink III" he gasp
ed IF the colors should run, it's
ruined"
About to hail Mr.. Alnslee, the tramp
broke into his best run instead. Pass
Ing a dark alley. Bob was halted by
three footpads.
Hands up, boss!" ordered the
leader.
BIZ! bang-"Police!" thus Stag.
gers, his umbrella swinging like
fail, his voice braying out in a hoarse
war whoop. At the corner a police.
man appeared. The bafed hold-up
men darted back into the alley. Bob
Ainslee picked up his watch where 1t
had fallen when Staggers struck up
the pilfering arm of the footpad.
Why my man. You arrived in |
the nick of time, didn't your" hailed
Jolly Bob.
Yes, sir. Umbrella, please, sir;
you're getting wet"
%, never mind that"
But lists my suit" explained |
Staggers desperately.
Eth? ha' why, it's my wife's pro. |
-ege,. declare! How came you
here?"
Staggers explained. The policeman |
was advised OF what had happened !
Mr.. Ainslee consented to get under
the umbrella, but returned It with a
dollar to his rescuer when he reached
his car.
See here, Staggers,' he said in a |
friendly way. You call at my house |
tomorrow. There will be something
waiting there for you"
Mrs Ainslee beamed with delight |
as her husband walked into the house |
half an hour earlier than she expect. |
ed.
You can pack up this suit for that |
active protege of yours tomorrow, !
Laura" announced Bob. He's earn
ed It,"
Then he told her There were
thrills as Bob depicted the great rough
footpads, and throbs OF delight as he
related how her kindness to the tramp
had prevented a robbery. possibly
worse.
And that was how old Staggers won
his wedding suit
Copyright, 1912, by w. q. Chapman.)