The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-05-10
Billy Wl,i;,kers
By Frances Trego Montgomery.


 He doubled up beautifully. thought Billy as he saw the police man topp1e over. Wonder if he could do it again as we'll"
 He lost no time in proving to his entire satisfaction that he could re- peat the performance very easily, and then he took to his nimble heels once more.
 But in spite of his weight, the pa trolman was a muscular fellow, bless ed with but little superf1ouous flesh, and he bounded to his feet, snatched up his club, and gave close chase. Billy gaIloped ahead. not noticing OF caring one wfxdt where he went, for one policeman who knows his bust- ness is much more to be feared than 8 great mob which lacks a leader, preciate.
 ':Tll show him e goat is made to run" he panted My poor back aches from that stinging blow. I'll teach him that a billy club is not for Billy goats, that I wi11i'' he vowed
 But all the time he was making this threat, he was fin full flight, which spoke of his real and alto- gether wholesome fear of the enforc- CT of the law.
 Louder and ever louder came the shouts of the lone patrolman, and then to his cries were added those of the men who had begun the chase originally. Truly this would never. never do. Ah, here was a way! Billy p1oyed his way straight through a
 crowd of incoming travellers, who were filing through the turnstile at the pier. Another series of startled cries of women as they saw him ap- preaching, then for one brief mo- | ment a pause as he cached the dock Not ten feet away lay the steamer which had just made the Chautauqua landing, aand which was just leaving, now outward bound. A second spent l in hesitation and he would have been lost, but away went Billy over the morrow space of black water that aI- | ready divided dock and boat and thud! announced his safe arrival on the lower deck of the lake steamer ''Stop himi Catch him!'' came the cries from the 1and-but the boat kept serene1y dts way, unmindful ! of the wildly gesticulating group on | the dock.
 l Billy was bound for he knew not l where.
 1 ''I really do not care much if I | ever get back" thought Billy, gaz1ns l back at the now rapidly receding | lights at Chautauqua.
 But in spite of this brave asser- | ton, the rem endurance of Mamie left | all alone, and of a solemn promise 1 made to Father William Whiskers | several weeks before the twins had so l suddenly left Cloverleaf Farm kept 1 bobbbfng up in most uncomfortable
 and aggravating way. He surely had l said that day that safety and welfare l of his sister would always come first l with him-but then he had never l thought it would mean a lot of trou- l ble on his part, for their home at | Cloverleaf Farm was such a pleasant | one-and nothing ever happened to l disturb the barnyard folks | Of course, Mamie had a good home l and would be cared for and fed-but l did that relieve him? And he was
 sure Ned would be kind to her-at | least he looked as if he was tender l hearted lad. But did that excuse his 1 assertion?
 l A conscience is a mighty incon- | venfent possession, or so Billy de- | cided with a sigh, for if he didn't 1 have one he might have very jolly summer, with not care to burden 1 him. Now, because that ''stil1, small | voice" had nagged him, he would go back to The Towers, to the Dodge l twins and his own twin sister, and | istence.
 1 CTomorrow you will hear how Billy l was discovered in the boat) Copyrighted by the SaafieId Publish 1 ing Co.,, Akron, O.