The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-07-17

though. why noti I've enough saved
up fer the wedding, and with tina
suit"
staggers felt quite proud as hi
thought Of the anticipated garb, HI
went to restaurant, sat at a rea
table, and did very finely on twenty
cent meal. Then he strolled around
for an hour, and finally landed at q
nickel moving picture show.
Once settled In a comfortable seat
Staggers was loath to give up the
lights. the warmth and the soothing
excltemnt. He heard some one say
It was raining outside. Mrs. Ainslee
had given him an old umbrella. and
Staggers 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.
1t was drizzling a trife. Staggers
started homewards. The streets we're
pretty well deserted. As he passed
a 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 a start and a stare. why,
that's my suit"
II certainly was Bob Ainslee The
ex-tramp did not feel well enough ac-
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 trolley line
three blocks away. He had been a
crack Splinter at college. Staggers
had to run to even match his, gait
The tramp was big-eyed with anxiety
painting like porpoise now, and per-
spring.
THE rain will shrink i'll" he gasp
ed. IF the colors should run, It's
ruined"
About to hail Mr.. Ainslee, the tramp
broke into his best run instead. Pass.
ing dark alley, Bob was halted by
three footpads.
Hands up, boss!" ordered the
leader.
BIZ! bang-"Police!"- Stag.
gers, his umbrella swinging like a
fail, his voice braying out In a hoarse
war whoop At the corner a police.
man appeared. The baffled hold-up
men darted back into the alley. Bob
Ainslee picked up his watch where II
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"
20, never mind that"
But it's-its my suit" explained
Staggers desperately.
Eth? ha! why, it's my wife's pro-
tege, 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
es 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 we're
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. G. Chapman1