White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-02-29
psctantly for the verdict.

psctantly for the verdict.
Where did you get TT" Wallis In
turn emptied the cup and passed it
back.
"S-ss-sh!" Mr.. Tucker looked warn
ingly at the door. II made 1t myself
brown sugar and raisins. You like
it then?"
eff l had about four fingers in a
washtub every half hour What
would you hold a quart Of that at?"
Pinkey leaned over the opening In the
door and shifted.
Mr.. Tucker hastily replaced the
plank and declared:
ooh, l wouldn't dast. Jest keep a
little on hand for my particular
friends that l can trust. By the way,
Mr.. Macpherson, what are you goin'
to do with that homestead you took
up?"
Hold it. Why?"
"I thought might run across buy
er sometime and wondered what you
asked?"
A hardness came into Wallie's face
and Tucker added:
II wasn't goin' to charge you any
ommission-you've had bad luck,
and"
you're the seventh philanthropist
that's wanted to sell that place in my
behalf for about $400, because he was
sorry for me-" Wallie interrupted
dryly. "You tell Candy that when he
makes me a decent offer I'll consid-
er it."
After the two had wormed their way
through the bureaus and stoves and
were once more in the street, they
turned and gave each other long,
inquiring look.
Pink" demanded Wallie, solemn
ly, "did you smell anything when he
raised that plank?"
The two looked at each other in an
understanding that was beautiful and
complete.
The behavior of the visitors was
nearly too good to be true-it was so
exemplary in fact as to be suspicious,
and acting upon this theory, the bar
Der closed his shop early, pinned on
his badge of office, and followed them
about. But when at 10 o'clock they
had broken nothing, quarreled with
nobody, and drunk only an incredible
quantity Of soda pop, he commenced
to think he had been wrong.
1t was 10 or thereabouts when two
figures crept stealthily up the alley
behind Mr.. fuckers Secondhand
Store and raised the window looking
out on the areaway. AS noisely as
trained burglars they pried up the
plank and investigated by the light
of a match.
"Well, what do you think Of that!"
II feel like somebody had died and
left me a million dollars!" said Pink
ey in an awed tone, reaching for tin
cup. II didn't think they was any.
body in the world as mean as Tucker
The constable had been asleep for
hours when a yell-a series of yells-
made him sit up. He listened mo-
ment, then with a sigh Of resignation
got up, dressed, and took the key to
the balaboose from its nail by the
kitchen sink.
Under the arc light in front of the
Prouty House he found them doing
the Indian stomp" dance to the de-
light of the guests who were leaning
from their windows to applaud.
"Ain't you two ashamed of yer
selves?" the constable demanded
Notwithstanding to the fact that
Pinkey and Wallie had Invested them
selves of their trousers and boots and
were dancing in their stocking feet.
The sun was shining in WALLETS
face when he awoke and realized
where he was. He and Pinkey had
been there too many times before no
| to know. AS he lay reading the pei
ciled messages and criticisms of til
accommodation left on the walls by
other occupants he subconsciously
marveled at himself that he SHOULD
have no particular feeling of shame a.
finding himself in cell.
He was aware that 1t was accepted
! as fact that he had gone to the bad