The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1914-03-05
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happy that she was viDdicated or mad
At the state her things we're in She
drew my head down to her and her
eyes were fairly popping out OF her
head.
81 feel as though I'm going crazy,
she whispered, but the only
things that are gone are my letters
from Mr. Jones, and-my black woolen
tightsi"
slept late the next morning, and
when I'd had breakfast and waded &c
the spring house It was nearly nine.
As noundered out | thought | saw
somebody stink around the corner of
the spring-house. but when l got there
nobody was in sight. ! was on my
knees in front OF the fireplace, raking
out the fire. when ! heard the door
close behind me, and when | turned.
there stood Mr.. Dick, mufiied to the
neck. with his hat almost over HE
face.
What the deuce kept you so late
this morning." he demanded, In a
sulky voice, and limping over TO a
table he drew package out OF his
pocket and slammed 1t on the table.
81 was up half the night, as usual, "
said, rising. You oughtn't to be
here, Mr.. Dickl"
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 II belongs tot"
He handed 1t to me, and 1t was Miss
Cobb's black tights! l stood anC
stared.
"And then" he went on, reachinl
for the package on the table, "wheI
you've done that. return to 'Binkle
these letters from her Jonesie.
Don't stand and stare" he con
tinued irritably. when l didn't make |
move, at least get that-that inferna
black garment out OF sight"
so 1t was you!" gasped, puttinI
the newspaper over the tights. 'Wh!
in the name OF peace did you jump ou
OF the window. and what did you wan
with-with these things?"
want with those things!" h,
snarled. 81 suppose you can't under
stand that a man might wake up Il
the middle Of the night with ma
craving for pair of black woole
tights. and"
You needn't be sarcastic with me,
l broke In. You can save that 70
your wife. suppose you also had
wild longing for the love-letters Of a
insurance agent"
And then It dawned on me, and
sat down and laughed until cried.
And you thought you we're stealth
your own lettersl" cried. The one
she carries fire insurance on! oh, Nj
Dick, Mr.. Dickl"
How was | to know II wasn't Ju-
Miss Summers room?" he demande
angrily. Didn't follow the dratte
dog? | gave her the beast myself. Oh
| tell you, Minnie. II l ever get ava
from this place"
You've got to get away this mil
ute," broke In, remembering. They
be coming any instant now"
He got up and looked around hi
helplessly.
"WhereI go?" he asked. 81 can
go back to the shelterhouse."
looked at him and he tried to gri
: Fact" he said, "hard to believe. bl
fact, Minnie. She's got the do,
locked. Didn't tell you she is of
suspicious nature? She was aslet
when | left, and mostly she sleeps a
night. And just because she walk
when I'm out, and let's me come
] thinking she's asleep, when she hi
]. one eye open all the time, and she SCI
what I'd never even seen myself-th
!. the string OF that damned garner
whatever It is, is fastened to the hoo
t OF my shoe, me thinking all the tin
e that the weight was because I'd brok
r my leg jumping-doesnt she sudden
I sit up and ask me where I've bee
And I'm unsuspicious, Minnie,
: nature, and | said I'D been aslet
/ Then she jumped up and showed I
s that-that thing-those things, haT
t ing to my shoe, and she hasn't spok
). to me since. wish was dead"
e And Just then a dog barked outsi
s and somebody on the step stamp
snow off his feet. We were both pa
il lyzed for a moment
t "Julia!" Mr.. Dick cried. and VIC
1 white.
II made leap for the door, just
the handle turned. and put my ba
10 against 1t.
10 Just a minute" | called. "The C
Ie pet is caught under it,"
Mr.. Dick had lost his head and v
ID making for the spring, as II he thoul
II hiding his feet would conceal h
e, | made frantic gestures to him to
into my pantry, and he went at ID
.s leaving his hat on the table.
le the door and flung 1t after him
hat, OF course, not the door-and wi
II Miss Summers sauntered In just aft
r. was on my knees brushing
hearth. with my heart going thr
s four time and skipping every 81