American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1919-04-25

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poor yet" he countered. Poor? Well,
| should say mott Can anyone cali me
poor, with you and the baby, and a
job. and a roof over it all? Poor?
with me managing things? Noti
Cheer up, grille, and see what I've got
for you. It's just a little something
for you to wear the next Sunday you're
able TO go out"
She took the necklace and admired
it. Then she held out her arms to him.
You thoughtful, noble boy" she
whispered.
oh, Cy, dear, l forgot to tell you.
The nan was here today and turned
off the gas. He said the bill hadn't
been paid"
well, what a stupid oversight on
my part I'll stop in there and make
them have it turned on again tonight"
"How have things gone with you to-
day, sweetheart? Dear mel You look
completely worn out"
Fine !" he lied, and turned away hiss
face. Now l must go, and 1 won't
leave you alone a minute longer than
| can help. Here is today's paper.
You can read it tomorrow"
He tossed the copy he had picked up
in the park upon the bed.
When the door closed behind him,
Jones collapsed. He was all in. Not
so, however, with Jones' spirit. 1t took
him, willy-nilly, to the druggists, the
grOcer's, the dairy, and the gas office;
and it forced Jones to make the four
greatest talks" of his life.
1.-THE grand smash for mine tomor-
row night ~ said Jones to himself, on
his way back to the house.
Half famished as he was, Jones man.
aged to control himself and to cook
his supper before he ate 1t. By the
time he had devoured 1t his whole be-
ing was shouting for relaxation and
rest. SO, after rapid preparations for
the night, he sought his cot, which had
been set up in the little dining room,
stretched himself upon it. and immedi-
ately fell into deep sleep.
From a phantasmagoria of doctors,
sick persons, hospitals, babies, sour
| luttu Iue1 WIN ISluSth hiIh NOlht
house agents, tradesmen, children on
roller-skates, little girls who had lost
things, restaurants where he had eat
en- but could not pay, the police, jails,
and the like, he was released by n
cry from his wife. He awoke, and with
Il bound was on his feet,
1t was early morning.
"What is 1t, Helen, darling?' he
cried, as he rushed into the next room,
fear gripping him.
She was propped up by a pillow
and was excitedly reading the copy
of the newspaper hi had given her the
night before.
MY beads, Cyrus! My beads !"
she exclaimed. "Where did you get
them?"
He sat weakly down upon he foot
of the bed.
Downtown" he faltered.
"Did you buy them or did you find
them?" she questioned eagerly.
81 found them near Merry's or
Fifth avenue" he replied shamefaced
ly, certain that all his peridy was now
discovered.
"Oh, splendid! / just knew It'll
was certain of it. Here, read that"
He took the paper and saw;
$1,000 10 reward and no questions aske'
upon the return of plain necklace of six
tySnine (69) rose-tinted pearls, recent,
lost on Fifth avenue, Forty-second t
Fifty-ninth streets.
II. n. LETTING WOLD, Hotel Shropshire
"HeIen, it can't be truel" he gaspet
as the two gazed at each other, wide
, eyed. Let me see them, quick! ~
She withdrew the necklace from 1t
hiding place under her pillow.
! His sleep-laden eyes frightened a
he beheld IT. He examined the bead
carefully and counted them.
pearls !"
I No doubt of II whatever In the ligh
of his present information.
: Jones' homecoming on this day q
all days was a triumphal progress. II
! and his spirits were making holiday.
, When his latch-key again adnitte
: him he had receipts in full from tn
doctor and from his creditors of til
: previous night.
There was also a slip which recOrC
. ed the fact that he had paid tw
: months rent in advance, properl
a signed by the astonished agent.
In the inner pocket of his vest ther
o was also, reposlng snugly. a banl
book.
"Was 1t true?" she called anxiousl
J. as he entered. "Was it really an
v truly true?"
"As true as ever was, sweetheart
e he answered chuckling, as he can
p into her presence. And here is al
other present"
t what! A handbook p
d Nothing less, my dear. And 1t r
cords the wealth of Helen Jones'"
Ie mot all of It," she answered, 1utht
7 with iov aft fs thp very lpoSt of III