Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1913-01-23
OBJECT OF SUSPICION
~ OLIVE wEssoLRR.

Az 0iliflly sat huddled Oh the top
step leading TO his house ami felt the
misty rain against his face he wish
Cd he had not been so everiastingiy
reosQvod. He wished he had been
wont to mingle with his fellow men.
especially since coming to the sub
urbs q few weeks previous to live.
These reflections were gurging
through his soul because Chilly was
locked out. In addition to this fact,
It was after ~ o'clock, his wife was
away ON a visit. and he didn't know;
the people next door.
He couldn't go to a hotel, because
there wasn't q 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. I'm locked out. Would you
mind lending me all the door keys you
have? Perhaps one Of, them will at
my door"
The blue pajamas laughed a 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!
happen to know that the people next
door are away visiting!"
Il saw the trunks go!" ffoated tri-
umphantly down the stairs in fem
mime Jones.
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
mime voice. Don't you believe him
George"
81 can't hang around outdoors on
night like this!" protested Chilly
Come along with me and I'll prove
to you that l 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
feminine voice stood watchfully.
"Tve got the Ratchet, George, II hi
does anything to you!" she called.
The third key the neighbor tried
turned in the lock Of Gillilly's from
door, but the blue pajamas stopped
him. What wood" he demanded, III
in the dresser In the back bedroom OF
your second floor.
Chilly Is the most unobservant o
men. II Mrs. Chilly should paper thu
whole inside of the house with pur
pie wall paper with yellow polka dot
Chilly would not be likely to notice II
II don't know" he said.
"There!" cried the blue pajamas
sternly. 81 knew you were fake!'
Then, pocketing the key, he strod'
away Indignantly.
wait minute!" Chilly begged. II
you won't believe me and let M
into my own house, let me sleep II
your barn."
Don't do II, George!" cautioned tn
voice from the front porch. "Hel
smoke or something and set the gaso
line on fire. They always do"
NO go, old chap" said the blue pa
jamas firmly. "All I've got to say t.
YOU is to beat 1t quick before the pa
troll wagon gets here! I'm not goini
to permit Gillilly's house to be robbed
even if he is a stuck up dub"
Chilly skunk away and passed tn
night in a secluded corner Of the sui
urban railroad station, where onl
three-quarters of him got wet.
At noon the next day he walked int
the office where he knew he shout
find the owner Of the blue paj]amaf
How do you do?" he said beamint
" to that nonplused person. IN
names Chilly. I'm the stuck-u
dub who lives next door to you.
think owe you lunch. Besides. L
like to impress my countenance upo
your memory by way of preparing TO