Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-08-18

to work tire pump? ! say there
were three men, lined Up at the SIDE
of the road-with guns. Why, If 1t
hadn't been for them 10 have had
the other one"
The Wreck collected the soup
plates and piled them carefully.
You could have jumped on him
while he was trying to get his car
started" observed Miss Underwood,
with a nod.
Her father mumbled something
that did not appear to be reply.
The Wreck was feeling jubilant. He
would not have missed waiting on
table for the world. Now he knew
how deeply he had bitten into the
pride of Jerome Underwood; for
even in the intimacy of the family
circle Underwood had not confess
ed his humiliation at the crank of
the fliyver. He had been hidden
from the family sight as he toiled,
and now he was hiding the story.
Too bad, thought the Wreck. that
he had not marched the whole
family up where they could see.
He carried the soup-plates back to
the kitchen, where he found Sally
standing in the middle of the floor,
her hands clasped and an anxious
look on her face.
rs it all right?" she whispered.
Sure it is" he said.
The grin on his face meant more
than his words. Sally breathed deep.
ly and exhaled a long sigh.
Il was getting anxious" she said.
''You were gone so terribly long.
Didn't they ask you lot of ques-
tions, or anything?"
They're too busy telling each
other how they were held up by four
men," he observed,
'Four?"
"Yes-the liars. -Four despera-
does, Underwood says. Ne" The
Wreck peered down at his white
jacket and apron and smiled wryty.
"Me-Im four desperadoes.
Sally did not join the smile. She
was ready to admit that he was one
desperado, at the very least.
Tell me everything they said,
Henry"
1--WE got to go back. Give me the
next tray full. III tell you about it
afterward. I'm getting some infor-
nation now"
Sally hurried with the tray and
the Wreck went back to the dining
room. Underwood was still drum
ming on the table. He glanced at
the tray as it passed him, ceased
drumming and riveted his eye on
the omelette. Even a dyspeptic,
which the boss of the ranch was not
would have viewed it with attention.
The Wreck was actually proud to
carry it, for not only was it an OBJ
| ject of beauty in itself, but Sally
had found things to garnishh it with
so that it was art in frame.
Two minutes late Underwood
looked up from his plate and fixed
his glance on the Wreck.
Say, who made this omeIette?'
he demanded.
"The cook, sir.o
Biscuits, too?"
Eyes, sir,
"And the coffee?"
eyes, sir"
J The large man helped himself tc
another mouthful and fingered owe.
it.
Not the same cook who was here
last summer" he announced.
mo, sir"
"Who is he?"
It's a lady, sir4nlys wife,
The Underwood family sighed
comfortably, in unison
Sat last, father, we've got some.
body who can cook" SAID Harriet
Remember how awful it was last
Fummer?"
The boss of the ranch nodded anc
reached for the omelette platter.
Tell your wife that she's a coco
cook he said. Tell her to keep il
up. Tell her to have fried chicken
tonight, and Drowned potatoes, an
| beans, and corn, if she's rot any =
and more biscuits. Understand:
More biscuits. Coffee, TOO. And
want her to make some pie. If She
hasn't got stuff to make pie out Of
Wen send for it. And tell, her tc
cook lot Of everything.
Harriet Underwood frowned an,
I glanced at her brother.
I Remember, father, the doctor
said"
"The doctors in New York" in
! terrupted Underwood. "What he
doesn't know viii never get into hi.
bill. Don't forget, Williams-what
ever you said your name was-hav.
your wife keep right on cookng.p
| The Wreck passing The biscuit.
again, acknowledged the commanc
with nod. He was hungry him