Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-03-21

body in his life. You remember lit
tie Sam Burns, don't youT he ask
once more.
/ But this guy looks back into Sam
eye, with his own cold as Steel ant
he says, says he: You're prett!
! clever, mister, but you don't fool me
No. you don't come any games OF
Mark Dennen.
but, Mark says Sam, 4 swear tt
you by all that's holy that I'm tina
kid-Im Sam Burns. What proof dc
you want? Do you remember old Et
Haywood that used to keep the drus
store right across from the postoffice
The guy that never washed his win
dows? I do. And Miss Hunter thai
taught the sixth grade school when we
went there-a little woman with
washed-out gray eyes and broken
front tooth? And that pretty little
girl, Sarah somehody--wait a minute
I'll get it or Observation-Disclosures
Sarah Scott, you used to be so sweet
on? Did you marry her. Mark? And
old LATE Perkins. who used to be on
hand whenever there was any repairs
being made anywhere-rhenmati
and a cane and high squeaky voice
that he used to exercise giving orders
about things that wasn't any OF his
business. Why, Mark, l remember 'em
ALL Good lord. man. says Sam, do
you want any more proof?
But this country blockhead just
looked Sam up and down, and re-
marks judicious: It's certainly Won
derful how you know all these things.
Il o,f,, p,,t
be says, you can't fool Mark Den
men,"
Mr.. Max paused in his narrative for
a moment The sound of voices came
up from the office of Baldpate Inn.
One, that of the mayor. doomed loudly
and angrily. In an evident desire to
drown it, Mr.. Max went on with spirit:
well, gentlemen, it got to be o
point of honor. as you might say, for
Sam to convince that guy. He told
me he never wanted anything SO much
in his life as for Mark Dennen to
gvie in. 1t was a hot afternoon, and
he'd come aboard that boat for rest,
but he peeled off his collar and started
in. He gave Mark Deneen the num-
Der Of bricks in the Methodist church,
as reported in the ReadsborO Citizen
at the time it was built. He told him
the name of the piece Marks sister
recited at the school entertainment in
the spring of 1890. He bounded on
all four sides the lot where the cir
cuses played when they came to Reads
boro He named every citizen Of the
town living Or dead, that ever got to
be known outside his own family. and
he brought children into the world and
married them and read the funeral
service over them. and still that
honehead from the woods sat there.
his mouth open, and SAYS: It's beyond
me how you know all that. You New
Workers are slicker then l give We
credit for. But you can't fool me.
You amt Sam Burns. Why, went to
school with him.
"They was drawing near Coney
now" went on Mr. Max, land Sans
face was purple and he was dripping
with perspiration. and rafting off
Peadsboro happenings at the rate of
ten second. but that Mark Deneen he
sat there and wouldn't bulge from his
high horse. 50 they came up to the
pier. Sam almost weeping real tears
and pleading like his heart would
break: Mark, don't YOU remember
that time we threw little Bill Barnaby
into the swimming hole. and ne
couldn't swim stroke and nearly
drowned on us?' and ell getting the
stony face from his old pal.
"And on the pier this Dennen held
out his hand to Sam. who was a physi-
cal wreck and broken man by this
time, and says: You sure are cute,
mister. I'll have great times telling
this in Readsboro. Once you met one
too smart for We, Ell? Much obliged
for your company. anyhow! And he
went away and left Sam leaning
q gainst the railing, with no faith in
human nature no more 4 hope some
body got to him. says Sam to me. and
got to him good. He's the kind that If
YOU work right you can sell stock in
a company for starting roof gardens on
the tops Of the pyramids in Egypt. Ia
trimmed him myself says Sam to me,
but I hadn't the heart"
Mr.. Max finished, and again from be-
low came the sound Of voices raised
in anger.
can interesting story, Mr.. Max"
commented Professor Bolton. II shall
treasure it."
'Told with a remarkable feeling for
detail" added Mr. Magee. "fn fact, 1t
seems to me that only one of the two
participants in it could remember all
the fine points so well. Mr.. Max, you
don't exactly look like Mark Deneen
to me, therefore-lf you will pardon
the liberty"
81 get you" replied Max sadly.
"The same old story. Suspicion
suspicion everywhere. 1t does lot
of HARM believe me. wouldn't
He jumped from his chair and dis
for the voice of Cargan had
hailed him from below. Mr. Magee
and the professor with one accord fol-
lowed. Hiding in the friendly shadows
of the landing once again, they heard
the loud tones Of the mayors booming
voice. and the softer tones of BANDS.
GLOW about this?" beloved the
"Hayden's squealed. Phones
to Bland-not to me. Whines about
the courts-I don't know what rot.
He's squealed. He didn't phone the
continuation