The Washington herald., 1920-08-02

smoking when I hear pit-a-pats
on the path, and here comes Mrs.
Conyers running, her hair twisted
up any way. and a look on her
face that says burglars and mice
and the -four s-all-out rolled in
one. oh, Mr.. Peters she calls out,
as they will oh. oh" made a
quick think. and ! spoke the gist
of it out loud. Now says l. we've
been brothers. me and that Indian.
but I'll make a good one of him in
two minutes il
NO, no. she says. wild and
cracking her knuckles, I haven't
seen Mr.. Little Bear. 'Tis my
husband. He's stolen my boy. Oh
she says, just when l had him
back in my arms again That
heartless william, Every bitterness
life knows she says, hes made
me drink. Ny poor little lamb.
that ought to be warm in his bed.
carried off by that fend"
How did all this happen l
ask Let's have the facts.
- was fixing his bed she eT-
plains. and Roy was playing on
the hotel porch and he drives up
to the steps. I heard Roy scream.
and ran out My husband had
him in the buggy then. l begged
him for my child. This is what
he gave me She turns her face
TO the light. There is a crimson
streak running across her cheek
and mouth. He did that with his
whip she saws.
Come back to the hotel says
/, and well see what can be
done
"on the way she tells me some
OF the wherefores. When he
slashed her with the whip he told
her he found out she was coming
for the kid, and he was on the
same train. Mrs. Conyers had
been living with her brother, and
they'd watched the boy always, as
her husband had tried to steal him
before. judge that man was
worse than a street railway pro-
moter. II seems he had spent her
money and slugGed her and killed
her canary bird, and told it
around that she had cold feet.
AT the hotel we found a mass
meeting of five infuriated citizens
chewing tobacco and denouncing
the outrage. Most Of the town
was asleep by 10 o'clock. l talks
the lady some quiet, and tells her
will take the o'clock train for
the next town. forty miles east
for it is likely that the esteemed
Mr.. Conyers will drive there to
u
tells her. but what he has legal
rights: but II I find him ! can give
him an illegal left in the eye ano
tie him up for day or two, any
how, on a disturbal OF the peace
proposition
Mrs. Conyers goes inside and
cries with the landlords wife, who
is fixing some catnip tea that VIII
make everything all right for the
poor dear The landlord comes
out on the porch. thumbing his
one suspender, and says TO me:
"tAin't had so much excitements
in town since Bedford SteegalI
wife swaIlered a spring lizard. !
seen him through the winder hit
her with the buggy whip, ano
everything. What's that suit of
clothes cost you you got on? 'Pears
like we'd have some rain, don't II?
Say, doc, that Indian of yorn's on
kind of a whizz tonight, amt
he? He comes along just before
YOU did, and 1 told him about this
here occurrence. He gives cur us
kind of a hoot. and trotted on
I guess our constable1 have him
in the lookup fore morning.
II thought I'd sit on the porch
and wait for the l o'clock train
wasn't feeling saturated with
mirth. Here was John Tom on one
of his sprees, and this kidnapping
business losing sleep for me. But
then. I'm always having trouble
with other peoples troubles
Every few minutes Mrs. Conyers
would come out on the porch ano
look down the road the way the
buggy went, like she expected tc
see that kid coming back on q
white pony with a red apple in his
hand. Now, wasn't that like q
woman? And that brings up cats
4 saw a mouse go in this hole.
says Mrs. Cat; you can go priza