Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-10-26
Evening Star S
Daily Story
"NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.
BY LAWRENCE ALFRED CLAY.
upright, 1914, by the Mcclure News.
Raper Syndicate.


paper Syndicate.
When the glorious days of autumn
came Mrs. John Treadwell said to
her daughter Ida Your father can
get away from his business next
week.
I'm glad OF it"
''And last night he suggested that
he and l take an auto trip of several
days"
t'Good''
you wouldn't want to visit some
Girl friends of yours for four or five
days, would you?"
$50 that the house might be closed
while you are gone2'
Yes"
you are a poor hand to plan.
mother. Where would the cook go?
What would become of my rabbits?
We have chickens to be cared for. If
/, the house is left alone some one will
rob it,
YES" sighed the mother.
Whereas continued Miss Ida, ''if
Mollie Perkins comes down to keep
me company nothing whatever will
happen, and things will go along just
lovely"
81 wonder if they would?" reflected
the mother.
why, how could they help it? In
my minds eye / see the daily pro-
gram: Arise at 7:3o. Breakfast at
o'clock. Feed the chickens Feed
the rabbits. Walk in the dewy grass.
Climb an apple tree. Throw stones
Mt 1f1fala
walk. And then, and so forth and
so forth, until time to lock up the
house at night, and get the cook in
and have her tell murder and ghost
stories for an hour, and then all go to
bed and shiver''
Yes. that will be the way of it, and
your father and can't CO."
you and father can dust right
along, and you need not worry one
little bit about the house. If you
come back and find us dead you may
be sure that we died game"
Miss Mollie Perkins was telephoned
to. and she uttered q Shrek of delight
and within two hours was on her way
down. In due time the autosst got
away, but not until they had wasted
half an hour in cautioning the daugh-
ter, the visitor and the cook
II anything happened each one was
to be calm-very calm. Even il it.
became necessary to shoot a tin ped
der with the ancient and unloaded
revolver, reposing on the top shelf in
a closet, it must be done calmly and
the hurrah left out.
Nothing happened that first day.
Nothing but that the kitchen CHM
ney burned out, one of the rabbits
choked to death on a hunk of sweet
apple, and young farmer, who called
to sell a crock of butter, winked at
the visitor and was heard to mutter.
Gosh all hemloclS, but she must
nave tu'mbled out of bed up in
heaven this mornin' and fell clear
down here!"
The cook told three murder stories
that evening, but somehow after
midnight all three women got to
sleep and nothing happened to dis
turb their slumbers.
Nothing happened on the second
day.. Nothing but that the old
rooster got the feeling that his work
on earth was done and laid him
down and sighed and breathed his
last. Shortly after lunch the cook
struck for higher wages, but after
an hours argument she lowered her
flag and started in to make some
apple tarts. A stray pig got into
the garden, but it wasn't over an
error of his ways.
At night the cook, whose con-
science troubled her for striking, re-
lated no less than five true ghost
stories, each one of which was re-
ceived with the proper number of
Shivers, but no white-robed figure
wandered up and down the halls,
and no murderer tried to gain access
to the house by the pantry window.
1t was the next day that it hap
pened. There We're plenty of apples
on the ground and in the kitchen,
but there were some on the tree that
looked a great deal better. Be-
sides, there was the fun of climbing
the tree. It would not be true to say
that Miss Mollie Perkins Skinned up
that tree like squirrel She didn't
do it even like a boy. No girl can.
This one drew herself slowly up
after repeated efforts, and at last
reached a limb about twelve feet
from the ground. She was being con-
graduated on her athletics. when
she lost her hold and uttered a yell
and struck the ground
AS the victim struck on her head,
and as she was unconscious when
yelled at, ii was the logical con-
clusion that she was either dead of
broken neck or badly injured. In
either case the doctor must be sum-
moned.
Ring Ring. Ring. No answer
from central. The wire had got tired
of being live wire and had gone
dead
The cook must go three miles after
the doctor. But how could she with
that rheumatic knee?
Miss Ida ran down to the gate.
There wasn't a vehicle of any sort
in sight. She must go for the doctor
herself, and after she had instructed
the cook to throw an occasional pail
of water over the girl under the tree,
she set off. Her mother had eau
toned her to be calm She was calm.
Her shoestrings were tapping about.
she was bareheaded and her hair
flying as she climbed the fence into
the highway.
Mr. Earl Depew, who lived in the
big town and had something to do
with large manufacturing plant
had come down that morning in his
auto to see a relative. and there
stood the machine in front of the
house. The calm and unexcitable
Miss Ida saw it from distance and
had time to lay her plans. AS she
reached it she climbed to the chauf-
feur's seat, threw in the clutch and
away she went.
The doctor was not at home, but
three miles away setting a bone. The
trip back was made by another road,
and thereby they missed Mr.. Depew,
who had procured a horse and was
galloping about the country in search
of the bold-faced thief. After vast
ing hours on the hunt, the young
man put the case in the hands of the
sheriff and hied himself to town.
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