The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1916-09-22
Nth something hanging 70 it.

"A parachute man or all tn1nBs!
she cried. "He must be from the CIR
Gus"
The man showed some signs OF ami
nation as he neared terra firma. He
landed on the barn.
WAIT minute-I'H get & IaddeTt~
she cried.
"Nevet nindi" he sbOuted. There's
a straw stack. III jump" Which he
did before she could protest.
"Will you tell me, please, where I
am?"
"Our name is Jordan. My father is
Abner Jordan and that is our house
over thereF"
"Will you please excuse my get-up,,
Miss JordanT VIII you please tall me,
how far it is back to tOwHg'
about four miles!"
Great Caesar! Did come so farE
And / must get back right away. Ia
there a rig or horse could borrow?"
Il don't think you could scare up
so much as donkey for miles around
The whole country has gone to see
you"
Except you! Why%
81 had to stay home and cook din
ner. There's judge coming"
That's too bad, really!"
Thanks, but not SO bad as il was
Il was kind of you t6-to-what do
you call it?-float over this way and
land en- our barn llke-who Was HI
Ali Baba OF Sindbad or somebody like
tbat."
He laSGR@d. ""Fhe man with the fly
ing trunk. Line he, he had no name
Like your" wide eyed.
I'm incognito for the present
known only to the world as Jasper
the Jumper"
You can have a rig when the fam
lily returns, of course"
"Thank you! It's little late, but"
He glanced At her sideways. ~Can
help you if l waitT'
"Well-you aren't dressed exactly
like a chef, should say-but ! can
lend you big apron and a cap. I've
a pink one that would look cute"
"You are making fun of me. I've
a good notion TO go out to that straw
stack and sulk for the remainder Of
the Afternoon"
Il spilled all the cream" irrelevant.
ly, for the fee cream. Now we can't
have it. | don't know what to- do!"
"t'll bet the Judge hates u anyway.
have q bunch he'd like apple tapioca
instead"
81 don't know how to make it."
"Oh, don't you? Well, do. TrOt
out the tapioca and milk and apples
and stun. / told you l knew how to
cook"
The preparations in the kitchen
progressed wonderfully, and when the
Jordans returned the house was full
of delicious odors.
IT'S the queerest thing we couldn't
find the Judge" Abner was exclaiming
stentoriousiy on the front verands
while his spouse rustled kitchenward
to reconn0iter.
"Good-gracious!" she gasped, stop
ping in the doorway. For there was
an apparition in green tights, only
partially covered by a gingham apron.
trying to spread white icing on q
chocolate cake.
It's going to run" he was say
ing when Mrs. Jordan's exclamation
cut him short.
"Oh, mother are you home? This
is Mr.-Jasper the Jumper, didn't you
say? He came in a balloon and he's
helping me with dinner"
But Mrs. Jordan had fed. Her face
was enough to make Abner himself
fly to the kitchen to investigate the
trouble. What's wrOng-what's
wrong?"
He stood for an instant as had his
wife-speechless. Then, "Whoo-ee! II
It amt the Judge! What's happened
and what in time are you doing?"
Helping to get my own dinner
You see-plague take this icing. 1t
won't stick! came Unexpectedly.
The parachute man got sick and, my
room being next to his in the hotel.
/ did what / could for him and offered
to fill his contract today. He needed
the money and it's a cinch to do 1t. l
came of a family of athletes, you
know. If you'll be so kind as to lend
me horse I'll get to town and change
to company clothes, and perhaps when
/ return I'll get a chance to show
Miss Jenifer that I'm not all buffoon.
l really do know that Homer past was
a poet and Homer present is a grand
opera singer, Miss jordan"
well, keep it to y6HFseif II you do"
she laughed. Pm going to have yod