The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1913-03-27
OBJECT OF SUSPICION
BY OLIVE WENGLER.

AS Chilly sat huddled on the tor
step leading tc his house and felt the
misty rain against his face he wish
ed he had not been so everlastingly
reserved. He wished he had beer
wont TO mingle with his fellow men
especially since coming to the sub
urbs few weeks previous to live
These reflections were surging
through his soul because Chilly was
locked out. In addition to this fact,
1t was after IL o'clock, his wife was
away on visit, and he didn't know
the people next door.
He couldn't go to hotel, because
there wasn't a hotel in the suburb.
He couldn't take train back to town,
because the trains had stopped run
ming by that time. 1t grew colder and
colder
Chilly felt that he must do some
thing. So, tumbling down his steps. he
strobe across the wet lawn to the
neighboring house. where he rang the
bell.
Good evening"" said Chilly to the
blue pajamas that finally opened the
door. I'm Mr.. Chilly, and live next
door. Pm locked out. Would you
mind lending me all the door keys you
have? Perhaps one OF them will fit
my door"
The blue pajamas laughed cold,
sarcastic laugh. You have your
nerve" he said quite likely that I'm
going to help you break into neigh
boris house on any such yarn as that
I happen to know that the people next
door are away visiting!"
Il saw the trunks goi" fioated tri-
umphantly down the stairs in fem
mine tones.
Mrs. Chilly went away. but I'm
at home" explained Chilly.
The blue pajamas laughed again.
Good night" he said But Chilly
thrust his foot into the crack of the
door
81 don't blame you" he said, "but
I'm telling you the truth. Here are let
ters and cards"
"He may have murdered Mr.. Chilly
and taken his papers to help along his
story" excitedly called the fem
mine voice. Don't you believe him,
Georgel"
II can't hang around outdoors on
4 night like thisl" protested Chilly.
Come along with me and I'll prove
10 you that know the housed"
The blue pajamas wavered, then
slipped on an overcoat and tramped
across the lawn with Chilly. In the
porch behind them the owner of the
eminine voice stood watchfully.
I've got the Ratchet, George, If he
ioes anything to you'll" she called.
The third key the neighbor tried
urned in the lock of Gillilly's front |
loor, but the blue pajamas stopped
lin. What wood" he demanded, is
n the dresser in the back bedroom on
-our second floor
Chilly is the most unobservant of I
men. If Mrs. Chilly should paper the
Whole inside of the house with pur-
lie wall paper with yellow polka dots
iillilly would not be likely to notice it.
IT don't know" he said.
"There!" cried the blue pajamas,
ternly. 'T knew you were a fake!"
hen, pocketing the key, he strobe
way Indignantly.
wait minute!" Chilly begged. IF
GU won't believe me and let me
nto my own house. let me sleep in
your barn"
Don't do it, George!" cautioned the
dice from the front porch. He'll
moke or something and set the gaso-
ne on fire. They always do
mo go, old chap" said the blue pa
lmas firmly. "All I've got to say to
on Is to beat it quick before the pa
-ol wagon gets here! I'm not going
, permit Gillilly's house to be robbed,
ven If he is stuck up dub"
Chilly skunk away and passed the
light in a secluded corner of the sub
rban railroad station, where only
lree-quarters of him got wet.
At noon the next day he walked into
le office where he knew he should
nd the owner of the blue pajjamas. !
How do you do?" he said beaming- ,
to that nonplused person. My |
ames Chilly. I'm the stuckup
ID who lives next door to you.
ink l owe you lunch. Besides, I'd
ke to impress my countenance upon
,ur memory by way Of preparing for
ture emergencies! "-Chicago Daily
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