The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-10-23

lin't anything back of sr cept a face, m she's got right 10 have a face. ain't shc7'
 Y mean the reason for wearing a veil that completely obscures her face all the time They gay she never takes II of. even in the house Sleeps n 1t even"
 'Td hate to sleep fn veil." said Ali Reesling It's bad enough 10 try to 'ieep with mustard poultice on your Jaw. like I did last winter when I had that bad toothache. Doc Ellis says he l never pulled a bigger CT stubbprner tooth in all his experience than" T think you ought to investigate the Yelled Lady of Nixon Cottage" said Harry Squires. lowering his voice and glancing over his shoulder You can't tell what she's up to. Anderson. Ii wouldn't surprise me If she's woman with past She may be using that veil R disguise. Whats more, there may be price on her head. The coun- try is full of these female spies, work ng tooth and nall for Germany"
 What for kind of dog is that you got, Ear inquired Mir Crow. calmly gnoring the suggestion.
 Mir Higgins new dog was enjoying short nap In the middle of the side walk, after an apparently fatiguing ef- 'ort to dislodge something in the neigh
 orhood of his left car.
 Well" began Ed. eyeing the dog 'oubtfully, "all I know about him Is hat he's a black dog. My wife ha
 cen sizin' him up for day or two fVs nHr A.r and there to see if he can't be made 70 look as respectable as that dog of Mrs Smith. Hetty Adams has clipped that Newfoundland dog of hers. Changed him something terrible When come across them on the street today. I de Hare I only recognized half of hin--an' wouldn't have recognized that much if he hadn't wagged 1t at me It beats, all what women will do to keep up with the styles"
 T seen him today" said Mir. Sprntt, "an' I never In all my life see a dog that looked so mo titled. I says to Hetty. says I: Yn the name q Heaven, Hetty!' says I. what you been doln' to Shepr An she says: I'd thank you, Newt Spratt, not to call my dog Shep His namo Is Edgar So says to Shep: Come here. Edgar-that's q good dog An he never moved. Then I says: Hyah. Shep!' an he almost jumped ou. of his hide. he was so happy to ind somebody that knowed who he was Ed sar, your granny!' says I to Hetty. What's the use of runin' a good dog by calling him Edgarr An. Hetty says: Come here. Edgar! Come here, ssy!' But Edgar. he never paid any attention to her. He ,ust kep' on try In to lick my hand. Rn' SO she hit him & clip with her parysoi an says: Edgar, must ! speak 10 you again? Come here. I sayi Behave like a gen tlsmani' There sin't no dog Twin hats goin to behave ifks c gentleman if you call him names like that says I. It ain't human nature says l. An Just to prove it to her. l turned an says to shep: 'Ain't that 90. shep, old sportT An what do you think that poor old dog done? He got right rp on his hind legs and tried to kiss me"
 NO wonder she wants to call him Edgar" said Harry Squires. That's just the kind of thing an Edgar sort of dog would do.s
 T was just going to say interrupted
  fectively. that maybe sne does 1t be- cause she's had smallpox. or been ter ribly scaldsd or is cross-eyed. or some thing like that"
 MT. Squires inwardly rejoiced. He knew that the seed had been planted in the Mar ~hars fertile brain, that 1t would thrive in the night and sprout on the morrow He saw delectable O. erations ahead: he was fond of the old man. but nothing afforued him greater entertainment than the futile but vain- glorious efforts of Anderson Crow to achieve re-own as a detective
 Harry Squires had worked on a New York morning paper in his early days. His health failing him. he was com pelled to abandon what might have be- come . really brilliant career as journalist Lean. sick and disheart- ened. he came to Bramble County to spend the winter with an old aunt, who lived among the pine-covered hills above the village of Tinkletown. That was twenty years ago. For nineteen years he had filled the high sounding post of city editor on the Banner. He always maintained that the most ex- cruciating thing he had ever written was the line at the top of the first column Of the so-calied editorial page. which said; "cfty Editor = Harry Sylvester 6Quires-' Nothing. he claimed. could be more provocative of hilarity than that.
 Tn his capacity as city editor. he wrote advertisements, personals. edi- torisls. news items. death notices. locals and practically everything else in the paper except the poetry sent sn by Miss Sue Becker. He even wrote the cable and telegraph matter. al. ways ascribing 1t to Special Corr~- spondent of the Banner" In addition to all this he ~madc-up" the forms corrected proof. wrote heads" stood over the boy who ran the press and stood over him whom he wasn't running the press, took all the blame and none of the credit for thfngx that appeared in the paper. and once . week accepted currency to the amount of fifteen dol lars as an honorartum
 Rcgn rding himself as permanently buried in this out-of-the-way spot on tho earth's surface. he had the grim humor to write his own obituary" ami ner. He began It by saving that hs was woing to tell the truth. the whole truth and othins but the truth ahcw, the deceased" He had wr'tten hun drcds of obituaries during his career as city editor. he said. and not once
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