Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-01-23


happy that she was vindicated or mad
at the state her things were in She
drew my head down to her and her
eyes were fairly popping out of her
head.
II feel as though I'm going crazy,
Minnie!" she whispered, but the only
things that are gone are my letters
from Mr.. Jones, and-my black woolen
tights!"
/ slept late the next morning, and
when I'd had breakfast and waded tc
the spring-house it was nearly nine.
AS l floundered out, l thought l saw
somebody stink around the corner OF
the spring-house, but when l got there
nobody was in sight, l was on my
knees in front of the fireplace, raking
out the fire, when l heard the door
close behind me, and when turned,
there stood Mr.. Dick, muffled to the
neck, with his hat almost over his
face.
What the deuce kept you so late
this morning?" he demanded, in
sulky voice, and limping over to a
table he drew package out of his
pocket and slammed it on the table.
Il was up half the night, as usual"
said, rising. you oughtnt to be
here, Mr. Dick!"
He was pulling something out of
his overcoat pocket, an inch at time.
For Gods sake, Minnie" he ex-
claimed, return this-this garment to
-whomever it belongs to!"
He handed it to me, and 1t was Miss
Cobb's black tights! l stood and
stared.
"And then," he went on, reaching
for the package on the table, when
you've done that, return to Binkie'
these letters from her Jonesie.
Don't stand and stare" he con-
tinued irritably, when didn't make a
move, "at least get that-that Internal
black garment out Of sight"
$50 it was you'll" l gasped, putting
the newspaper over the tights. why
in the name of peace did you jump out
Of the window, and what did you want
with-with these things?"
Want with those things!" he
snarled. 81 suppose you can't under
stand that man might wake up in
the middle of the night with mad
craving for a pair of black woolen
tights, and"
you needn't be sarcastic with me-
broke in. You can save that fol
your wife. l suppose you also had g
wild longing for the love-letters OF ar
insurance agent"
And then it dawned on me, and
sat down and laughed until cried.
'And you thought you were stealing
your own letters!" cried. "The ones
she carries fire insurance on! Oh, Mr.
Dick, Mr.. Dick!"
How was l to know it wasn't Ju-
Miss Summers room?" he demanded
angrily. Didn't l follow the drafted
dog? gave her the beast myself. oh
tell you, Minnie, If l ever get ava!
from this place"
you've got to get away this min
ute" broke in, remembering. They'll
be coming any instant now."
He got up and looked around hin
helplessly.
"Where'll 1 go?" he asked. II can
go back to the shelterhouse."
/ looked at him and he tried to grin
Fact" he said, hard to believe, bu
fact, Minnie. She's got the doc
locked. Didn't l tell you she is of
suspicious nature? She was aslee
when l left, and mostly she sleeps al
night. And just because she wake
when I'm out, and lets me come i
thinking she's asleep, when she ha
one eye open all the time, and she see
Y what I'd never even seen myself-tha
J. the string Of that damned carmen
whatever it is, is fastened to the hoo
t of my shoe, me thinking all the tim
e that the weight was because I'd broke
r my leg jumping-doesn't she suddenl
t sit up and ask me where I've been
And I'm unsuspicious, Minnie, b
: nature, and / said I'd been asleel
: Then she jumped up and showed m
s that-that thing-those things, ham
It ing to my shoe, and she hasn't spoke
!, to me since. I wish l was dead"
e And just then dog barked outsid
s and somebody on the step stampe
snow off his feet. We were both par
t lyzed for moment.
t. "Julia!" Mr.. Dick cried, and wei
|. white.
L l made leap for the door, just {
the handle turned, and put my bac
Q against it.
Q "Just minute" called. "The ca
@ pet is caught under it,"
Mr.. Dick had lost his head and W;
d making for the spring, as if he thougl
It hiding his feet would conceal hiI
3. I made frantic gestures to him to {
| into my pantry, and he went at las
8 leaving his hat on the table. l lie
q the door and flung it after him--tl
hat, of course, not the door-and wht
r. Miss Summers sauntered in just afte
4 was on my knees brushing Il
hearth, with my heart going thre
q four time and skipping every six
a beat.
"a "Hello!" she said. Lovely wealth
ID for polar bears. If the natives wa,
IS through this al winter its no wond
,f they walk as If they are ham-strun
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