The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-02-09
CLEVER KATIE.
BY JAMES ALLEN THORPE.


write them to come"
"You mean"
"All Of them--your mother. sister
and brother. They win be welcome"
And, oh. SO happy" sobbed Katie
Duncan, so overcome with JOY that
she broke down utterly. MIR. Wbar-
ton. how can | thank you for this
browning blessing of my life. and
mother and the children, the weuryin.
worry and struggling past, and all of
us together. Oh-blcss you! bless
you! A real home for them at lnst!'
Child, you paint this rickcty old
place Of mine as though 1t were par.
adise."
ut Is to me. It will be to them" de-
clared Katie.
"Poor lamb !" spoke Eben Wharton,
with sincere feeling. ut was a lucky
day for her. You have been here a
year. aud II Is the only year In my life
that has brought me comfort. oh, but
you are q thrifty, helpful little house.
keeper. and I've got sense enough to
know enough that some one else will
come along and rob me Of my jewel"
"Never that. Mr.. Wharton" spoke
mp Katie. emphatically. II wouldn't
leave yOu, after all your kindness, II
u king offered me u palace"
Yes. you're true blue. l know that"
commended Eben, but you are pretty
as well ~ industrious, Katie, and many
a young mum Will find that out as time
goes on. Why, only last week that
half.nephew Of mine. Walter Morse"
Instantly Katie looked up, naring red
and confused. Il forbid you to speak
about him." she fluttered.
Maybe he spoke to your intimated
Eben.
"Yea. be did," acknowledged Katie,
truthfully. but with some agitation Of
manner. "and I told him never to do
70 again"
Katie came home from q neighbor's
one evening about eight O'Clock and
hurried down the hall az she detected
q strange faint Of smoke In the air.
A grOan sounded, Enthusiastically In the
accents. Of Mr.. Wharton. She turned
into the room where they sat evenings,
to stand spellbound. Her employer.
his feet bare, sat tied back In his arm
chair. 4 poker was stuck deep Into
the hot embers Of the crate. A man,
low-browed and villainOus.looking
sprang towards her, slammed the door
shut. turned the key In the lock and
pushed her fOrcibly back into chair.
Didn't expect visitors" he chuckled
Familiarity, but you1l sit pretty quiet
there Or" and he slapped the butt
Of - revolver protruding from his
pocket. snow. old man. II you don't
tell me where you have that hidden
store Of yours. well make another ap.
licatiOn Of that red.hot poker to the
soles Of your feet"
Mr.. Wharton was writing In agony
% he SaSpeds out: katie, the. six
hundred dollars. You know where II
10. He'll kill both Of us II we don't
give It up"
"You hever spoke q truer word"
glOwered the wretch. "COme, Sis"
The man seized the poker menacingly.
"YOu've got the key TO the old room
where the hives are" painted her tor
tured employer. "Give him the money"
Katie took up the lamp and moved
towards the door. The man unlocked
II. IA ba.
"You frst." he ordered, as they
reached the stairs. mo tricks, or Il
will he the worse for both Of YOU"
5 This is the ROOM" said Katie, as
they reached upstairs. She had paused
before an apartment always used in
winter. as now, to store the hives from
the garden, to keep them from frees-
Ing.
Get In" directed the man, as Katie
unlocked the door. snow, then, where
IL that money!
TITS In wooden box down In that
crock on the SHELF" replied Katie,
pointing, and with eagerness the un.
welcome visitor hurried to the spot
indicated. climbing on keg and crop
Ing In the crock.
II feel Il" he cried with satisfac-
ton, and In his urgency to pull out the
box he placed bis revolver on top Of
one Of the hives.
The moment that clever wntchful