Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-08-23

samples is impressive. He's got a
posse down the road piece, waitin'
for developments. Tomorrow, as
near as l can make out. they're go
ing to raise hell among The wicked !"
Sally WINGED inwardly. Charley
was putting things in his own words,
of course; but somehow t souneed
strangely as if Bob Wells himself
were talking.
so you'd best get plenty,
ma'am," concluded Charley, for ho
sure has talked himself empty"
All Of this brought a grin to the
face Of the Wreck, which Sally OBJ
served, but did not dare resent. But
she turned to him abruptly When
Charley went out, her mind filled
with another thought.
eff he stays for supper, that
means you can't wait on the table
Henry"
"Tm not Kicking"
maybe not. But who's going to
take your place? I can't"
Il should say not. l guess we car
get one of the boys"
Sally shook her head. She knew
cowpunchers.
Timothy" said the Wreck sud
denly.
But I wonder if he WILL" she
unused.
"He will; don't worry"
"IIave you been fighting with
Timothy?" and she eyed him sus
piciously.
Lord nol Timothy won't fight
anybody. But he'll wait on the
, table"
She knew that something had
passed between the Wreck and Tim
othy. She might have guessed il
she had counted the dishes.
"There'll have to be a reason fol-
it." she said. you'll have to be
sick. You'll have to 60 down t.
the bunk house and stay there.
"And suppose this sheriff come:
in while you're up here alone?"
"Oh, / can take care of myself"
He did not like the idea of leav
ing her to face possible conse
quences, but he could see that i
might be necessary. It would talk
a real reason to avert any possible
speeulations in the mind of Charlie,
McSween, who still had a way G
reverting to the fact that Henr,
Williams was not very strong" ant
who always grinned family when Ii,
mentioned it.
The Wreck found Timothy in IL,
shed where they kept the big car
he was passing the time in grindir,
valves. There was a faint look o
alarm in his eyes as he beheld tn,
thrower of dishes.
you're to wait on the table to
night, said the Wreck bluntly. "Bet
ter go up to the kitchen now"
'Me wait on the table? | neve
did. I don't know how. What for?'
Because I'm sick"
You don't look SICK" said Tim
othy. "And you didn't Get sick
while back"
I'm Sick" repeated the Wreck
"How I look has nothing to do wit!
it. It's nerves. One of my spells is
coming on. 1t was beginning thi,
afternoon-just beginning, 70,
understand"
The look that he gave Timoth,
bored him like an auger.
Il tried to walk it off, but
couldn't. It's coming on again. Il
gets worse. If I don't get to bee
there's no telling"
Timothy began wiping his hands
on ball of cotton waste.
"I'll wait on the table" he sale
gloomy "Only if l don't do il
right they haven't got any license t.
bawl me out. You better go ge;
into bed right away"
The Wreck went off TO the bunk
house, where he stretched himself
on the blankets and tried to get in
terested in an old magazine. He felt
like man who had retreated under
fire, but he knew there was nothing
else to do. What worried him mast
was the possibility that Sally might
face a crisis alone. If anything hap
pened he wanted to be there.
Sally did not find Timothy par
ticularly deft, although Re seemed
to be willing enough, once she had
an apron on him. She instructed
him in some of the rudiments, and
had him practicing at the kitchen
table, with imaginary guests to be
served.
Its only for this evenino I'm