Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-04-22

BY Friday Of that week you would
hardly have known any Of them The
fat ones were thinner and the thin
ones fstter. and Miss Julia Summers
could put her whole hand inside her
belt.
And they were pleasant. They'd sit
down to supper of ham and eggs
and apple sauce. and yell for more.
They fused some still about sleep
ing With the windows open, especially
the bald-headed men,.
Mr.. Won invalid was still there, and
not troubling himself to be Agreeable
to any but the Jennings family. He
and Mr.. Pierce carefully avoided each
yothef. sbut knew well enough that only
policy kept them>apart. Both Of them.
you see. were working for something.
Miss Cobb came to the springhouse
early Friday morning. and from the
way she came in and shut the door I
knew she had something on her mind.
She walked over to where I was pol
ishing the brass railing around the
sprfng-it had been the habit Of years.
and not easy to break-and stood look
ing at me and breathing hard.
Minnie" she exclaimed, II have
found the thief"
Lord have mercy" said, and
dropped the brass polish.
II have found the theft" she repeat.
ed firmly. Minnie. our sins always
ind us OUT
Il guess they do" said shakily,
and ct down on the steps to the
spring. "Oh, Miss Cobb, IL only he
would uses asnttle bit Of sense!"
"He?" she said. HE nothing! It's
that Summers woman I'm talking
about. Minnie. knew that woman
wasn't Whist she ought to be tho min
ute Isset eyes on her"
The Summers woman!" repeated.
Mis- Cobb leaned over the railing
and shook finger In my face.
-as'1he 8unmers woman" she said.
A0no.of the characteristics found my
my protectors hanging In the crea-
lures closeti'
couldn't speak. There had been
20 much happening that I'd clean for.
gotten Miss Cobb and her wooden
tights. And now to have them come
back like this and hang themselves
around my neck. 20 to speak-it was
too much.
"Per-perhaps they're hers" I said
weakly aftersa minute. 49,
"6tu6 and nonsenso!" declared Miss
Cobb. Don't ron think l know my
own. with L. G. In white cotton on the
band, and my own darning in the knee
whereAI slipped on the ice! And more
than that, Minnie. where those tights
are, my letters are!"
glanced at the pantry, where her
lettsrs were hidden on the upper shelf.
The door was closed.
"But-but what would she want
with the letters :" / asked, with my
teeth fairly hitting together. Miss
Cobb pushed her forennger into my
shoulder.
ITO blackmail me-" she said, in .
tragic voice. .'or perhaps to publish.
I've often thought Of that myself
they're 20 beautiful. Letters from .
life insurance agent to his !ady-love-
Interesting, you know, and alliterative.
A. for that woman
What woman!" said Miss Sum
mers' voice from behind 10. We
Jumped and turned. n always save
myself trouble. 90 II BY any chance
you are discussing me"
"As It happens. Miss Cobb said
shncing ct her. Il was discussins
you"
"Fins!" said Mss Jalia Il love 70
talk about myself
4 doubt II its An sdtfying subject"
Miss Cobb snAppsd. 55s ~
Miss Juiia looked g her and smiled.
Perhaps moi. She said. hut intes.
esting. Don't put yourself out to ~
friendly 70 NJ. Miss Cobb. U yoa don't
fssa like it - i y: y !: ..