The Concordia sentinel. (Vidalia, Concordia Parish, La.) 1882-current, 1921-07-02

and stared out of the window with a
puzzled frOwn.
whats you looking for, James Den
ny?' The irate voice of is wife at
the door made him look round guitttiy.
Them kidneys is ready and waiting
these five minutes"
Her eyes fell on the table. and she
advanced into the room wiping her
hands on her apron.
did you ever see such a bunch OF
letters?" she said.
"FOrty-tive," returned her husband,
grimly, land more to come" He picked
up the newspaper lying beside the
chair and opened it.
''Them's the result of that" he con-
tinued graphically, indicating a para
graph with a square finger, and thrust
ing the paper under his wife's nose.
'DemObiized officer" she read slow
IT, finding peace incredibly tedious
would welcome diversion. Legitimate,
If possible; but crime, If of a compare
lively humorous description, no objec-
ton. Excitement essential. Would be
prepared to consider permanent job II
suitably impressed by applicant for his
services. Reply at once Box MO"
She put down the paper on a chair
and stared first at her husband and
then at the rows of letters neatly ar
ranged on the table.
Il calls it wicked" she announced at
length. Fair flying in the face of Pro-
violence. Crime, Denny-crime. Don't
you get 'aving nothing to do with such
mad pranks, my man, or you and me
will be having words" She shook an
admonitOry finger at him, and retired
slowly to the kitchen.
A moment or two later Hugh Drum
mOnd came in. Slightly under six feet
in height, he was broad in proportion.
His best friend would not have called
him good-loOking, but he was the for
tunate possessor of that cheerful type
of ugliness which inspires immediate
confidence in its owner.
He paused as he got TO the table and
glanced at the rows of letters. "WhO
would have thought ii, JameS?" he re-
marked. "Great Scot shall have to
get partner"
With disapproval showing in every
line of her face, Mrs. Denny entered
the room, carrying the kidneys, and
Drummond glanced at her with a
smile.
Good morning, Mrs. Denny" he
said. Wherefore this worried look
on your face? Has that reprobate
James been misbehaving himself?"
The worthy woman snOrted. "He
has not, sir-nOt yet, leastwise. And
if so be that he does"-her eyes trav-
eled up and down the back of the
hapless Denny, who was quite unneces-
sarily pdlling books off shelves and
putting them back again-"if so be
that he does" she continued grimly,
him and me will have words-as I've
told him already this morning." She
stalked from the room, after staring
poIntedIy at the letters in Drummond's
hand. and the two men looked at one
another.
"Its that there reference to crime,
sir, that's torn It," said Denny in a
hoarse whisper.
Thinks I'm going to lead you
astray, does she, JamesT' He was
opening the first envelope, and sud-
denly he looked up with twinkle In
his eyes. Just to set her mind at
rest" he remarked gravely. you might
tell her that, as far as 1 can see at
present. l shall only undertake murder
In exceptional cases."
He prOpped the letter up against
the toast-rack and commenced his
breakfast. where is Pudlington,
James? and one might almost ask
why is Pudlington1 No town has any