The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1921-02-10
CHAPTER XIV.
THE TRAP THAT WAS SET.

Judge Hoyt, Terence Mcclure
stated that his wardrobe pur
ehases were made under the
guidance and jurisdiction of his
sister he was creating a fabrica-
ton OF purest ray serene. For,
i'll this sorry scheme of things, no
sister had been allotted to Fibsy,
nor, until that moment, had he
ever felt need Of one. SO, the
need arising, a sister easily
sprang, full fledged, from the
red head Of the well named in
ventof
Fibsy likewise was unprovided
with parents, and lived with
dotlng aunt. This relative,
knobby coiffured spinster, was
OF the firmly grounded opinion
that the orb Of day had it's rising
and setting in her prodigy of a
alephcw. That he was not a big
oted stickler for the truth both
cred her not at all, for Fibsy
never told his aunt lies, at least
none that could possibly matter
to her.
Now, being temporarily out of
a business position and not mind
ed to go at once to Philadelphia,
Flbsy was giving Aunt Becky
the ccstatic bliss of having him
at home for a time.
He was mostly absorbed in
thoughts and plans of his own,
but when she saw him, hands in
pockets, sprawled bias OH
chair, she forbore to bother him:
and, like Charlotte, went on cut
ting bread and butter, to which
she added various and savory
dishes for her pets demolition.
Nor were her efforts unappre-
| ciated
Gee! Aunt Beck, but this is
a scream OF a strawberry short
cake - would be her well earned
reward. You sure do beat the
hull woild fer cookin '!'
And Aunt Becky would beam
and begin at once to plan for sup
per.
There's no use talkin'," said
Fibsy to himself as he writhed
and twisted around in the dilapi-
dated rocker that graced his
sleeping room, that milk bottle,
with the old druggy stuff in it,
means sumpun. Here I've mum
bled over that fer weeks an
ain t got nowhere yet. But | got
a norful lunch that it's got a
lot to do with our noider. An
I've simpully gotto dig out
whatn'
Scowling fearful1y, he racked
his brain, but got no answer to
his ewn questions Then lie
turned his thoughts again to
Miss Wilkinson s strange ac-
count Of that queer telephone
message. aThat's the penny in
the slot!' he declared. 81 Jest
know that rubbish she reels off
i SO slick is the key clue, as they
call it. Me for Wilky, onct
again.
| Grabbing his hat he went to
interview the stenographer. She,
too, had not yet taken another
: place, though she had one in
view.
/ Ohligingly she parroted over
to Fibsy the lingo of the mes
sage.
i did the guy say he give the
Stephanotis to Mr.. Trowbridge,
or they'd get it?" he demanded,
his blue eyes staring with deep
thought.
y, tennessee. I guess he
said oh, yes, remember, he
said: | guess We'll find some
Stephanotis =
''Oh, did heY Are you sure2"
i Pretty sure. What diff, any
| how?''
But Fibsy didn't wait to an
swer. He ran off and went
straight to the Trowbridge house.
Miss Avice," he said when
he saw her, please kin | look
at Mr.. Trowbridge's election if
| won't touch nothin !? Oh, please
do femme, won't you?''
. Yes, if you promise to touch
nothing, " and Avice led the way
to the room, with its glass eases
and cabinets of shallow drawers
that held the stuffed birds and
mounted insects so carefully an
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