The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1913-01-16
again. And now tho supreme court

Did you, son, did you? We'll. I'm
very glad you've told me again lie
walked through to the stable and
peered into Togo's box. HAS he been
fed YETI"
We'll, o for quite a while not
for an hour or two. OF course FL
have to feed him again before | go to
bed"
Good. But suppose you postpone
that last feeding for another hour or
two. | think I'd like TO show him
over at the Havilands'. And maybe,
if you could put him back into that
wire basket thing he came in, we
could take him along right now"
To Jimpsey's increasing puzzle
ment his father seemed as anxious to
put Togo on exhibition as he had
eyer been himself.
At the same time $50 yards away,
in the pine and plastery smelling
basement of the new college library,
there was a second lantern and a
second group. 1t was made up of a
very pale young architect named
Haviland. of his young wife and Mrs.
Englehart and another OF Mr.. Ma
lone's assistants.
The assistant was kneeling in a
sort of niche. Between his knees, in
the wire basket thing" was Togo.
In front of them was a hole thar
might have been a rat hole upon a
planet where rats are as big as wood
chucks and have learned TO line their
,,,.r y;tl -,t1el @,Li,~ A.. ~ nc
Togo was paying nc regard to it at
all.
Yet it was that nosing, scratching,
none too clean and none to saNory
young ferret which four people were
watching i%ntently. For n minute
or fivc-or ten-they had been listen
ing for something. And o at last
it had begun to come to thcm-the
faintest murmur echo OF a finger
come over a telephone from a thou
sand miles away.
Togo sat up, thrust his nose out
and looked at that pipe end But
even those who had never seen a fer
ret before could see that he was look
ing at it in%credulously and with con
tempt. AS a rat hole. that iron pip
ing was an absurdity, aud rats as biz
as w%oodchucks were %palpably non
existent.
The whistle came again.
/, And again Togo twitched about ano
eyed that pipe end, possibly, after all
. such things might be true.
A third time he got the whistle
And now his cage door was snapped
, open. For a moment he still persist
ed in his doubt, stubborn as a beaver
but the whistle was again repeated
and at last. with a squeakinS cluc'
4 that admitted frankly that the thlps
= was something which it was at leas
his duty to investigate, he sho
:. through the hole and disappeared.
= He was eating a meat scrap from
the fingers of Jimpsey Englehart be
fore the man with the wire baske
: thing was out OF the library cellar
h The matter was really decided a
ready.
But it was necessary TO make abst
!, lutcly sure.
When Jimpsey began to whistI
/, again, he in his turn had taken hi
place in the library basement, an
/. Togo was being held for his start i
the power house. This time, too, II
made the trip more slowly. But h
= made it. And he was slow only b.
~ cause about his neck was a tiny dc
e collar. or rather cat collar, And b
&c hind it trailed $50 yards Of fine har
:, fishing line.
n "Thatll take through any weight
# insulated you want" he said.
:. And. boys, it's miles ahead, sal
"a MIR. John Malone, "of the old story
the lad that got caught up top of I'll
y, factory chimney. and rayeled dow
the yarn from his sock heel. NJ
= know | said all along we'd manaE
our crossin' as soon as we'd actual
come to it. Then, too"-he insrati;
i" ingly expanded to young Mr.. IiaNils'
-"thisll make a fine story in Il
p" paper. It'll make the finest story "
81 ever read" Meanwhile Togo had
Ve gun his second run, this time
" North Hall.
~ And if, at the end OF another ho'
lo he decided that he was not hung
~ 6uN dAa WYNN
leave the remainder Of his job un
'" tho next morning, no one could
any worrying about that. In the p
~ cession that left the new college bui
-. ings with extinguished lanterns, n
rs Malone, contractor, and Mr.. Havilal
&c architect. walked side by side-bc
~ alike making solemn %resolutio
enough for New Years Day. A +
steps behind them little Mrs. Ha
I'd land and Mrs. E%nglehart were TAXI
'.s advantage of the darkness to g
~, each other a series OF half-tear
We hugs. And for his part, with feelir
nr incxpressibly triumphant, jumps
E~nglehart was walking far in the v
and all but hugging Togo!
;n And the evening that interview
49,. peared the same Mr.. Malone pai6