The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1913-01-09
IN SCARCE or REPOSE
BY SARAH E. HIPP.

jimmy she said to young Happle
ut the close of a festal evening as
he and his cousin were preparing TO
20 out in the midnight rain, its a
shame for you boys to walk a mile in
he wet and wake up your family 10
get in. l heard you say you had for.
often your key. If you and Arthur
an manage in a t~hree-quarter bed you
can stay here. All the other guest
rooms are filed
Consequently they stayed. The
com was as charming as every other
goom in the big house and Arthur fell
INTO slumber after vo~ciferously admir-
ing it. Young Eappie stayed awake.
IN the first place, Arthur's construc-
lion was OF the sort that demands
considerable space fore, aft and broad
side. and he was not at all reluctant
about -ai.ing it. He occupied the
hr9 sssA or bed comfortably and
spillc4 CT the edges. Happle could
rot help admiring himself for the
lever way in which he poised en- the
extreme edge of the mattress after
The fashion of a trapeze performer
about to do a leap fer life. Proddings
rad nc effect upon Arthur. Neither
lid verbal remonstrances. His slum-
Der was as deep as the sea.
Young Fapple at last arose. He had
determined to go home and Leu Arthur
have the undisputed possession Of the
+hree-quarters bed. Young HaDple fe,t
that he might Just as well be walking
the streets as suffering there. And
at the end Of the walk was the goal
of his own bed. He could get in at a
window or something.
Quietly Happle CARRIED himself and.
taking his shoes in his hand. tiptoed
down the big corridors OF the Mats
mansion and descended the stairs
Noting approvingly that the hinges
were perfectly oiled. he shot the bolts.
and, opening the big front door. step
ped out. AS he stood there for a mo-
ment blinking in the darkness there
came a glare in his face ard a large
and muscular hand grasped him.
Come out of it," said Q voice.
"Who the dickens are your" young
Happle demanded, with indignation.
"Haw, hawl' said the voice. de-
risively. 1T is a joke, then? Who am
I? Ask the sergeant who | am when
you get to the station. my ladi"
"See here" said young Happle, I'm
no burglari'
Then who'-the voice was in
'ensely polite-"may you be, with yer
shoes in yer hands. %a-sneaking out Of
a house at two in the morning, max
ing no more noise than a bunny rab-
bit?"
Young Happle opened his mouth
and closed it again. 1t suddenly
seemed preposterous to tell the truth.
Surprising he should confde to the
policeman that his cousin was large,
and, not having Don in bed for slum-
Der, he had decided to a.ise and go
home in the rain? He could in fancy
hear the ieers of this disagreeable Of
icer. Still
"Y' see broke in the voice. ~ see.
yeh can't frame up an excuse at ALT
lucky Mr.. Mats tipped me off to
watch his place special this summer
with all the burglaries there is goin'
on Have yeh n of the family iools
about yeh. now, I'd like to know?'
Get Quit" young Happle said.
fercely, as the hand slid into his
Then he told his story. Ring
he bell and rouse the house if you
believe me- he said, inclosing
sis recital.
"'Tis likely I'd be wakin' 'em all up
NTH q fol c+a,.. 1.Tr0 Tho o,,O ,-..ft-O I
been telling mel said the police
nan.
We'll if you won't do that said
'oung Happle. YEARLY, come on with
to my own home and let them
IDENTIFY mel"
Il don't believe you" declared the
'ficer. firmly. But it's on my beat
IN I'll humor you
Through the rain they plodded the
nterminable distance to young Hap
,le's home and up to the front door
he policeman marched him.
Il haven't any key" young Hap
lie blurted out, after searching his
ockets. Il forgot it,"
The policeman gave a good imita-
on of a man whose suspicious have
cen justified. Il knew it, he
huckled. Were you pinin' for 2 Z
ralk that you took me clear up here :
l the rain, I'd like to know? None
f that, nowi' Young Happle had
cached desperately for the door bell.
Get a crowd of people here and then
reak away when the excitement is :
Ding onl | know your kind You
ome alongi" c
Back they splashed through the =
lin, the policeman triumphant, young
apple too angry to speak. He a
baked to the skin and he loathed
Ie world. The dawn was breaking
hen he at last got into communica-
with the Mats house. Arthur "a
rived at the station at eight. He :
oked disgustingly comfortable and 4
surveyed his ragged and be- =
-aggled cousin with great enjoyment.
Now you mention it" he told young
apple, that ~three-quarter bed was
ore roomy after you left.'-Chicago
lilly News.