New Britain herald., 1921-08-31

Jimmy was thinking of "Old Dave" Landls-and "Old Dave" Landis' daughter. Until then he had never fully realized the measure of her oraVery-the measure of her kind ness to the boy he had been.
 AS ne laid one hand upon Hanlon's a~m' the sun edged up over the horizon and touched the dingy roofs With rose. Even the scum on the rlVer shlmmered and was beautiful.
 There was poetry in the soul of the Proprletor of Hanlon's place. He had Q prophets clear vision. Iris tomor- row already, lad" he murmured, and pointed with gnarled foref1nger. Aye and 'tis not such a bad town afther au."
 Jimmy went to sleep that morning, almost as soon as his head touched the pillow, and though he was half conscious at times of the presence of Abel who came a-tiptoe once to draw the shades against the bold summer sunshine, and again and again to fuss and butter with them officiously, it was late afternoon before he aWak- ened
 There was letter face up on the table, and the appearance of it was familiar. Long after Abel had shot up the shades, and brought it to him. with the explanation that it had come in on late mail had been de- Hvered at the Courier office, whence I1votson had dispatched it, thinking ie might be of importance, Jimmy sat gazing at Carl Hardy's letter And then he laid it aside unopened. It was a disturbing thing-in a way al- most ic spirits suffered a sudden drop he still clung to his Sabbath plan, or what was left of it. But he no longer felt exhilaration-no longer thrilled at the thought of the adventure.
 He rose and dressed with a pro- found pre-occupation that was proof against even AbeTs garruIity.
 Ain goin to see at ole boy roun' this heah town again. he heard the gentleman of color declare, without realizing that he was bewailing the lack of success which had attended the f1abby-looking walters search for Garrltty. Ain no need lookin' foh him no mo heaha abouts. At boy on his way by now-on his way!'
 Jimmy had finished with his scarf and turned. And at the same moment without a thought that it was to prove in any way sensation, Abel drew from a side pocket of his coat st small, flat automatic pistol. Staring at the compact flrearm in AbePs out stretched hand, his face grew redder and redder, until Abel, thinking to read anger in that painful flush, sought to clear himself by placing the blame for the tactless blunder on one higher up.
 'Hanlon, he done ordah me to give it to you," he explained. "She ain big, and she ain bulby.''
 "Damnation!' Jimmy calculated. and instinctively discreet, Abel drew be ok the hand which held the offen- sive object. This is going altogether too far. With a little more such ad- vertising, Hanlon'n have the thing spread all over town"
 "A1l ovah town?" the gentleman of color echoed wonderingly. You mean-'' But he abandoned the question, deciding that the meaning could be none other. Mist Goh'don," he said, importantly, mo advertisin' ain necessary. Since daybreak this keah community aim been talkin' of nuthin' else.'
 Jimmy's hot color began to go, but HIS UlduHGI SOlIleWIldI ueS-. perately harassed.
 'Is Hanlon n?' he asked, conscious O. the countless times he had asked the colored man the same question.
 He aim Den home sense mawnin'. He told me to remind you to be roun' tonight. Some gentlemen comin' in foh a little lection conference"
 "Of course' And after a period of hi hn hoc And, Abel, when you return his pis- as well if you explained that I forgot it-left it lying on the table here do you see?''
 In speaking of the wide report which Whitey Garrittys attack upon the owner of the Courier had al- ready enjoyed, Abel Thompson, even with the racial habi: of happy exag- geration strong upon him, had, if anything, failed to do the matter justice. For, having flowed like spilled quicksilver to the four quarters of the city the news had ignored mere mu- nicipal boundaries, to penetrate even the outlying rural regions which drew upon Manchester not only for pollti- cal propaganda, but the more com |plex and sordid sensations as we'll. And it was much garbled runor which had gone abroad. That would |seem, on the face of it, to be tedl- Ously obvious statement, for rumor IS always garbled, else where the en- joyment in indulging in it? But the wide and peculiar variety of the story's ramifications may be best in Gicated, perhaps, by particular men ton of two of them, selected not at random from the many.
 At the same hour c o'clock in the morning) when the Rev. Watson Dun can, industriously plying pencil be- meath a shaded lamp that shed |graciously mellow light upon the ser mon which he meant to deliver the next evening, was called to the tele- phone to hear that the person with whose iniquity that very sermon was most concerned, had departed vio- lently this vale of sin and sorrow; lit was also reported to District At torney Jameson, verbally, as he stood