The Lamar register., 1913-03-12
OBJECT OF SUSPICION
BY OLIVE wENoLER.

step leading to his house and felt the
misty rain against his face he wish
Cd he had not been 30 everlastingly
reserved. He wished he had been
won't 10 mingle with his fellow men.
especially since coming to the sub
urbs q few weeks previous to live.
These reflections were surging
through his soul because CHILLY was
locked out. In addition to this fact.
It was after IL 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 a hotel in the suburb.
He couldn't take train back to town.
because the trains had stopped rum
ming by that time. It 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 fit
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 a neigh
boris house on any such yarn as that!
happen to know that the people next
door are away yisiting!"
II saw the trunks go!" fioated tri-
umphantly down the stairs In fem
mime 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.
II don't blame you." he said. but
I'm telling you the truth. Here are let
tiers and cards"
HE may have murdered Mr.. CHILLY
and taken his papers to help along his
storyi" excitedly called. the fem
mime voice. Don't you believe him.
George!"
Il can't hang around outdoors on
Q night like this!" protested CHILLY.
Come along with me and I'll prove
to you that know the housed"
The blue pajamas wavered. then
across the lawn with Chilly. In the
porch behind them the owner Of the
feminine voice stood watchfully.
I've got the Ratchet. George. II he
does anything to you'll" she called.
The third key the neighbor tried
turned in the lock of Gillilly's front
door, but the blue pajamas stopped
him. What wood" he demanded. rs
in the dresser In the back bedroom on
your second floor.
Chilly 10 the most unobservant OF
men. II Mrs. Chilly should paper the
whole inside of the house with pur
pie wall paper with yellow polka dots
Chilly would not be likely to notice It
Il don't know!" he said.
~Therei- cried the blue pajamas.
stsrnly. Z knew you were a fake!"
Then, pocketing the key. he strobe
away Indignantly.
wait q minutei" Chilly begged. 'Tf
you won't believe me and let me
into my own house. let me sleep in
your barn"
Don't do II, George!" cautioned the
voice from the front porch. He'll
smoke or something and set the gaso-
line ON IRE. They always do"
No go. old chap" said the blue pa
jamas firmly. All I've got to say to
you IL to beat It quick before the pa
troll wagon gets here! I'm not going
TO permit Gillilly's house to be robbed.
even II he IL stuck up dub!"
Chilly skunk away and passed the
night in . secluded corner of the sub
urban railroad station. where only
three-Quarters Of him got wet.
At noon the next day he walked into
the once where he knew he should
ind the owner of the blue pajjamas
How do you dor" he said beamins-
ly to that nonplused person. my
names Chilly. I'm the stuck-up
dub who lives next door to you. !
think I owe you lunch. Besides. I'd
like to impress my countenance upon
your memory by way OF preparing for
future enciesl"-Chicago Daily
N0Wu.