Graham guardian., 1922-01-06

Talk about plots thlckenrgl This
one was already as thick as molasses
In the dead OF winter!
How were you to know this repre-.
sentative II one should Gomez" | edged
In cautiously.
~ don't know" she replied simply
81 should suppose he would he able
to identify himself In some way
though; shouldn't you? That Is. II he
ever comes"
Sure nothing easier of course"
| agreed; and then. since we seemed
TO have scraped the bottom of the Gin.
nnbar dish clean | switched OFF to
something else,
"When we were coming up the road
n while back, Miss Jeanie, you gath
cred the impression that was crazy
man. didn't you?"
Didn't you try to give me that i'm
pressionT" she countered.
II fancy ! didn't have 10 try very
hard-lnasmuch as you had been
spending the afternoon in Atropia."
She forced queer little laugh and
bent lower over her knitting.
"When you were in AtrOpia, did YOU
see or hear anything of the other crazy
man?"
us there another one?" she asked.
a bit breathleSsly.
~ was told so in Angels this after.
noon"
"Is this other man friend OF
yoursi" she wanted to know.
"You could scarcely call him that;
I've met him only once lie is Il min
ing engineer and his name is Buller-
Fullerton"
II ! had reached up and got her pis-
tol out Of-its holster over the mantel
10 bang II of into the fireplace she
could hardly have been more startled.
"Ch.Charles BullertOn?" she staln-
mered. "Is Mr., Bullerton here?"
Not here, exactly, but he was in
Atropia two dNys ago. Do you, by
any chance, happen TO know hlm2"
"olL yes; qul-quite Well"
"rhen, naturally. YOU know best
whether or not he Is in my class-the
crazy class, | mean.'
once more she let the blue eyes
drop TO her knitting, and II wasn't
mistaken the pretty lips were twisting
themselves In sort Of wry smile.
"rhe last time saw him he told
me he was crazy" she admitted.
isn't this delightful ~ I murmured.
"Bullerton is crazy and I'm crazy:
perhaps we are all bit crazy. Do
you know, Miss Jcanie. that have
come thousands Of miles 10 find your"
ITO find meT--the blue eyes were
RS round as the full moon.
Even so; you. your horse and your
dog. Would yOu--Cr--would YOU per-
init an exceedingly personal question?
Remembering always that 1t is put
by man who has lost his wits? Have
YOU small brown mole on your lot
She blushed very fetchingly; even
The handsome mountain wind tan
wasn't brown enough TO hide Il.
81 think you are crazy-compJcteIy
Certainly | am; there hasn't been
The slightest doubt Of II since-wem,
since about two weeks ago, when
started to hunt for you and pic
laced dog and plcbaId horse"
There was silence before the fire
Tor a long minute and began TO he
ifraid Daddy Hiram would come back
before anything else happened. Then
'hs said, with more curiosity than re-
sentiment, ! thought:
How did you know about the
noleT"
Then there is oneI" I questioned
yves"
"Glory bel" I chanted. "You don't
inow what Il load you have lifted froIn
whatever poor fragment of mind
rave left" -
Again she said: 81 don't know what
iou mean"
Just YOU watt | begged. II have !.
ucid Intervals at times all crazy folks !
lo, you know. when my next one
'omeS along III explain rs much us
'nn-whlch isn't nearly rs much as
YOU might think. nj that"
1t was just at This moment that her