The citizen., 1922-12-21
SYNOPSIS

PART I-Newcomer In q small town.
young newspaper man. who tells the
story, IN amazed by the una cOuntab!e
actions OF a man who. from the wn ow
Of q nns house. apparently has 90 verse
With Invisible per rsonag,s, particularly
mentioning one "S,mpiedoria The youth
goes to his boa fding house. the home OF
AIRS An, rth~aite. next door To the scene
of the strange proceedings bewildercd
PART iI-kest morning he discovers
his strange reighbor II the Hon Daviu
We saily resp'cted Teiins or his @ issr
nishts esperi,nc he is markedly inter
rupted by q fellow boarder. q Mr. George
Dow den Later With Miss Apperthwa.te
ne is an unseen witness Of purely
imaginary jumping contest betN,en Bcas-
Icy ard "Bii Hsmmetsley Miss
AIp'rthwahe appears deeply concerns ed
there apparently being no poss bic en-
planation OF the strange proceedings
PART III The reporter learns that
Bsas'cy and AiS ApperthNaite tad at
one time been enra aged. ami ttat the
young lady had broken the engagement
because Of BeaSley's lack of imagna.
ton"
PART Iv.-The mystery" of simple
DORA" ard "Blu Ifanmsryley'' H. ex-
pia ned by Mr. DuWd Foasiey " car.
ing Tor a small boy Hamilton sW n
.
more thnn ord narly br. .yht mentally. the
sor " d'ar friends who are dead. and
smpl DORA" and I'm Hammers
are features of Hrasleys ard 'hs small
boy. imagination. Bcas'ey humoring the
lttle sufferer by the play acting
PART v-The reporter becomes ac-
qua ~ with David Beas'ey I'D is In
vttcf 20 his home where he meets tiamn
Ton swift Jun or and his circle Of In.
.isitle ." which Beasiey and Gcorgc Dow
den have made very real to the child
And now. shcltcr,ng 'Iny eyes from
ne singing wind. saw what had
hcen too blind to see as We approached
Mrs. Apperthwaite'S Bcaslcy's house
aus Illuminated; every window up
stairs and down, was nglow with rosy
light. That was LUMINOSITY evident
although the shades, or most OF them.
Were lowered.
Look mt thntl' Peck turned go
Dowdcn giggiIng triumphantly "Wha'd
| tell you, How do you feet about II
nowY'
But where are the cabsi' asked
lsowdcn. Grsvciy.
"Folks all come" answered Mr.
Peck. with complete assurance.
Won't be no more cabs till they be
gin to 20 home"
We plunged ahead as far as the
corner Of Beasley's fence, where Peck
stopped us again. and we drew TO
gether. siappinE our hands and stamp
ing our feet. Peck was dellghted-a
thoroughly happy man his sour gggle
u exultation had become continuous
and the same jovial break was audi
hle In Grist's voice as he said 60 the
Journal reporter and me:
Go ahead. boys. Git your story
Wen wait here fer you"
The Journal reporter started to
ward the gate: he had gone. perhaps
twenty feet when Simeon Peck whist
led In sharp warning. The reporter
stopped short In his tracks.
Beasley's front door was thrown
open. and there stood Beasley himself
in evening dress. bowling and smiling,
hut not st M. for he did not see us.
The bright hall behind him was beau
tiful with evergreen streamers and
wreaths. and great towering plants In
Jars A strain OF dance music wandered
cut to us As the door opened. but there
vas nobody except David Beasley In
sight. which certainly seemed peculiar
for Q baili
Hest Of EN- inside dancln'," ex
plained Mr.. Peck, crouching behind
the picket-fence. "It'il be the house is
inore'n half full O. iow-necked win.
mini"
"Shi" said drist Listen to Dave
Beasley..
Beasley had begun TO speak. and his
voice. load aud clear. sounded ovei
The wind. ''Colne right In, Colonel I"
he said. I'D have sent cab
for you II you hadn't telephoned me
his afternoon that your rheumatism
was " bud you didn't expect to be
able to come I'm glad you're well
again. Yes. they're all here, and the
ladies' are getting up n dance In the
-ittlng-roOm."
(lt was mt this moment that | re
ceiyed upon the calf OF the right leg
KICK, tnt etsthtC SiolVuCt oi WHICH,
led me TO attribute Il, and rightly. to
MIR. Dowden.)
"Geniiemen's dressing room up
stairs to the right. Colonel" called
Behsley. as he closed the door.
There was pause Of awed silence
among us
q improved II by returning the
kick to Mr.. Dowden. lie made no
acknowledgment Of its reception other
thnn TO sink his chin a little deeper
into the collar OF his ulster)
by the Almighty said Simeon
Peck, hoarsely. "Who-what was
Dave Beasley taIkin' tor There wasn't
nobody tlierer
"Git out" GrIst bade him; but his
tone was perturbed. "IIe seen that
reporter. lie was gIyin' US the
laugh"