Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1913-07-04

Mrs Prlngle's innocent nose shifted
the air. Its the vanilla sauce Mary
has made for the pudding" she de-
clared
Mr.. Pringle shook his head doubtful.
ly. Smells like II kerosene lamp.
Didn't know we had one in the She
bang"
why should we burn horrld kero-
sene when we have these lovely cleo
tric lights?" demanded Mrs. Pringle
deceitfully.
"Never mind, Irene; we can't ex-
poet everything's going to be perfnm-
ell with violet In thirty dollar fiat"
How long will II take you to get
rendy?" asked her husband suddenly,
looking ut his watch.
Fifteen minutes" said Mrs. Prin.
gle. for they We're going to the theater,
Get my clothes out OF the wardrobe.
will you. denr?" he requested.
When the Pringles returned from the
theater Mary admitted them. Her
eyes wore n startled look, and she
beckoned mysteriously to her mistress.
who followed her into the kitchen.
"What Is the matter, Mary? she
asked
Mary pointed finger ut the door OF
the cubbyhole. "Some OF them chick.
ems is hatchln' out, mum. and what are
we to do with Mr.. Prlngle. mum?"
Fate solved that question almost MS
she spoke. for there came the shrill
siren scream of fire engines and n rum
BILE and tearing down the street with
a sudden pause
ITS on the next block, I'm of,
Irene: don't sit up for me, dear" yell
ed her husband as he dashed out OF
the room.
LET us go In at once, Mary. | had
forgotten how the days were slipping
by and that 1t was time to expect the
chickens Won't George be surprised r
"Tndade and he will, num-" agreed
Mary dryly.
They entered the cubbyhole and MS.
sisted seven anxious chicks into the
world The brooder was waiting and
lowered them protectlngly.
isn't It too lovely for anything.
Mary2" cried Mrs. Prlngle delIghtedly
as she examined the other eggs care
fully. II believe these others will be
out in the morning. do hope their
peeping will not arouse Georges sus,
picIons"
Several days elapsed before Mr..
PrIngle's suspicious were aroused, and
then he said nothing TO his wife. lie
was man OF action. and he knew
Just what steps to take In such mat
ters rs this one. He went directly to
the Offices OF the board Of health.
81 live in the Myona apartments"
he explained to the official who met
him. "Fm dead sure somebody In
that house Is running an incubator"
IAN incubator! Do you mean baby
Incubator or chicken incubator
asked the man skeptically.
"a chicken incubator. You can't fool
me, sir. Why. when was boy !
raised more chickens that way than
you can remember to have seen all
your life. know the smell Of the
wretched kerosene lamp; ! recognize
the atmosphere OF the brooder, and I
have heard the peeping OF the chicks"
"Whom do you suspectr asked the
official.
'T don't know; | leave that for you to
find out" returned Mr. Prlngle rather
tartly. I'm furnishing you the infor-
nation, and thought perhaps you
could do the rest"
an send an inspector around"
promised the official, and he ut once
took down the name Of the complain
ant.
Mr.. PrIngle proceeded on his way to
business and thought no more about
the matter until he reachsd his home
that evening
There he found Mrs Prngle suffer
ing from severe attack OF NERVES"
while Mary lowered sympatheticnlly in
the background. There was strong
smell OF dlslnfectant In the air.
"Whnts the matter? Are you sick,
Irene? What Is 1t, MaryT Mr. Prlngle
fired of these questions all at once ms
he tossed aside his hat and knelt be
side his wife.
But Mrs Prlnge could only moan
pitlfully and refuse all explanation or
sOlace.
"Tell me what has happened, Mary"
he commanded
"Shure, twas the board OF hllth rs
raided the buildin', sorr. II seems some
black hearted traitor ran and tattled to
the board Of hllth that somebuddy was
a-kapln' Of chickens In this house. and
so II come noon and there was a grent
rumpusln' around when they ralded
livery apartment In the house a-lookin'
for chickens. sOrr"
"H'mp commented Mr.. Pringle
"Then they come herer cried Mary
tragIcally. "And they shifted and they
smelled and they pried and Doked TIL
they dishcovered the mistress poor 1T
tie sncret she was n-kapin' from yez 80
swate, sorr."
What secretT asked Mr.. Pringle.
with premonition OF coming evil.
"1'he little brilers she was n.ralsin'
fer TO make up 10 yez the loss from yer
sickness, sorr," said Mary tearfully
"'rw0s n grand sacret and swnte nv
her H. think nv II all BY herself Yes.
sori; they took away the Incubnytor
and the broOder nnC III the little chicks
peepin' mournful-like. They madr me
swape up tho mess on the floor, and
they sprlnkled their dlslnf1ckant stun
TIL wore most dead WITH II all"-and
Mary Wagged her head gloomily.
II wonder who could have been so
mean ms 10 have told on me-" sobbed
Mrs. pringie on his bosom
II WOndorw repented Mr. PrInRle.