New Britain herald., 1923-08-06
The Extraordinary Story That Jim
 Confided to Madge

Confide1 to Madge
 Katherine is too poised to express astonishment by so much as the lift ing of an eyelash, but I guessed thai she was surprised to have me trans fer Junior to her summarily
 I put him into her arms with a murmured:
 Hell get that hot milk down bet ter if am not here"
 Then before Mother Graham could get her breath to expostulate, as l well knew she was ready to do on general principles. I went out into the hall, passing Jim with the most perfunctory nod possible. Yet when reached the kitchen, found that he was close behind me.
 Are you in an awful hurry, Mrs. Graham" he asked anxiously.
 Indeed. no, Jim," I replied. In stead, I came out here because l thought you wanted to speak to me. Am right?"
 Jim looked at me with wide won dering eyes.
 How did you know, ma'am?" he asked.
 T didn't know, Jim, I only guessed," said deprecatingly but" with a wary glance at the hall be- hind me down which I expected Mother Graham to walk at any min ute, tell me as fast as you can.'
 Tt won't take long" Jim said. 'sWhen you left the barn, and I knew you were safe in the house, l whipped round the side and crawled through the bushes on my hands and knees"
 q Got Up Close" "Crawled?" echoed admiringly. .All that way?"
 The swarthy color of Jim's honest face deepened into 8 brick red.
 T got used to that over there, Maam," he said simply This was nothing" and I stood silenced and abashed, as I always do when l am accorded a brief reminiscent vision of the things our soldiers underwent in that awful struggle.
 T got up close to him without his knowin' it." Jim went on, and l soon see where he was headin' for-that wood road that used to end in this farm, but that nobody haint used in years and year. There ain't but mighty few people know about it, but l guess he's one of 'em, or else he'd been told where to make for by somebody who did know this action pretty we'll"
 He paused for the perceptible frac- tion of a second and looked at me oddly. I felt my heart beating fas- ter, at the anticipation of some queer revelation which should concern me, escape me.
 Memory Stirs to Life
 "At any rate'-Jim took up his story again-"he didn't hear me till I was right on top of him, and 1t was too late for him to make any gun play I fell on him, and had him dead to rights, for as long as I stayed right where I was, I could keep him from moving
 He took a fresh breath while I again flashed a swift glance down the hall behind me, hoping that my moth- er-in-law would remain in the living room until Jim had finished his story.
 The only trouble was, Jim re- sumed, that while had him, he had me, too, Sfor he was a powerful fel- low, and I never could have managed him if hadn't got him down before he knowed it. I didn't dare move off him, so l jest sat there. hollerin' once in a while in hopes somebody would hear me.
 And then" Jim's voice uncon- sciously betrayed the disappointment that was his, somebody grabbed me from behind and fairly lifted me off the other man. tried to twist to see what kind of man the new fellow was, but he was a regular Jess Will lard for size and strength, and he held i he as if I'd been a boy. And then. ma'am you could have knocked me | over with feather when he laughed, and he said in such a queer funny 1 voice:
 sWhy, if it isn't dear old Jim, the 1 one who gave our precious Katie the | handle to her name. This will never do, Jim. We cant have you inter -