The Glenwood post., 1917-02-10


ping, dropping mass of melted wax.
He complained to the police, and Gyp,
suspected was warned.
"Revenge!'' pronounced Gyp SOL
emnly to his cohorts, thus tabooed, ana
proposed new, fiendish bit of mis-
chlef. Opposite the store Of Hans was
one having an awning. Apprizing his
| cronies of his intended attack on Hans,
and armed with bag of corn and
bean blower, the ingenious Gyp nestled
In among the folds of the awning. He
cut two tiny round holes in the fabric
and the crowd posted at the corner
| waited.
| Hans was not very busy until after
noon and was wont mornings to sit
in huge armchair in the doorway of
MS store. On the present occasion he
mad no sooner become interested in
MS newspaper than flip-bing! the
fusillade began. From some mysteri-
Gus source a steady rain Of missiles
assailed him, passing pedestrians and
| every customer. A tattoo rang across
the windows. Hans suspiciously eyed
the grinning group at the corner, but
could not trace the source of the bonn
oardment to those knowing ones.
Finally, Hans sent for the town mar
| shal, who was as well made the sub
| ]ect OF a sound peppering. Then an
unfortunate thing happened to Gyp.
The owner of the awning came out to
unroll it to shade the front of his
store and the unwarned Gyp was
thrown into the street. Spry and
speedy he picked himself up and dart
ed away and was missing in Brook
| vile for nearly month.
| 1t was in a distant city that Gyp
sought nights shelter at police sta
| ton. His bright ways attracted the
indulgent attention of the turnkey, and
he saw that Gyp had good breakfast.
Then Gyp, casually looking over some
notices on the bulletin board, was
struck with the photograph there of
an escaped convict, wanted"
Il know that man." volunteered
Gyp. "He comes to Brookville once in
while, and goes as Jacques Le-
moine."
Good" nodded, the turnkey. "May-
be that's tip. Well look up this
Jacques Lemoine Of yours"
| Gyp returned "home" a few days
later. He did not penetrate the vii
lage until late in the evening, fearing
the marshal, and it was about eleven
o'clock when he ventured down the
principal business street. Someone
was coming down the thoroughfare.
Gyp lodged down an alley. 1t hap
pened to be next to the store of Hans
Batterman.
Gyp was about to dash behind an
ashbox when he CHANGED to look
through a side window Of the store.
A spluttering glare attracted his at
tention. 1t was the great oil lamp
Hans kept burning all night in the
beck of the store near the safe.
"Crackey!" bolted out Gyp, for OF
a sudden the lamp exploded, scatter.
Ing Its blazing contents in all direc.
/ tions.
Call the police, the fire depart.
ment-anything! bawled Gyp to
passing pedestrian, and made spring
| for the window. He carried with him
half its frame. Then. inside, he seized
| a mat and began beating out the
flames. The last spark was extin.
| guished by the time the fireman ar
rived, but Gyp was writhing with the
| pain of his blistered hands.
! Zach! Dot boy of der flats !"
groaned Hans as he arrived on the
scene-but his eyes bolted large with
surprise and gratitude as he learned
how Gyp had saved his property.
dot best room in der hotel for mein
frient!" he insisted later, and "a bran
new suit for mein frient. He shall be
mein assistant manager. Mein goot
anchel," he declared additionally the
next day, when he learned that it was
through Gyp that his rival had been
unmasked and Katrina undeceived.
The poor maiden was glad once more
to accept the honest devotion of Hans.
"You will be dot bride boy at my
wedding" Hans told Gyp a month
later. "You behave yourself, and next
year will make you my partner"
Which came about, for Gyp had
sown all his wild oats and was glad
| to settle down In a nest Of comfort
and plenty he had won.