The Monmouth inquirer., 1925-03-05

about that cnce beforei"
did Jon. son. 6id youf Wen, I'm
very glad you've told me again" He
walked through TO the stable and
peered into Togo's bon. ''Has he been
fed yet7v
"well, not for quite y while mot
for an hour or two. OF course I'll
have to feed him again before go 70
bed"
"Goodi But suppose you postpone
that last feeding for another hour or
two. I think I'd like to chow him
over at the Hayilands'. And maybe.
II you could put him back into that
wire basket thing he came in, we
could take him along right now"
TO Jimpsey's increasing puzzle
ment his father seemed as anxious to
put Togo on exhibition as he had
ever been himself.
At the same time $50 yards away,
In the pine and plastery smelling
basement of the new college library,
there was a second lantern and
second group. It was made up OF o
very p-.is young architect named
Haviland. of his young wife and Mrs.
Englehart and another Of Mr.. Ma
lone's assistants.
The assistant was kneefing in q
sort Of niche. Between his knees. In
the wire basket thing" was Togo.
In front Of them was q hole that
might have been rat hole upon q
planet where rats are as big as wood
chucks and have learned to line their
burrows with steel tubing. AS It was.
Togo was paying no regard to 1t at
all
Yet 1t was that Messing. scratching
none too clean and none to savory
young ferret which four people were
watching intently. For one minute
or five-or ten-they had been listeur
ing for something. And now at last
1t had begun to come to them-the
faintest murmur echo of a singer
whistle" II sounded as II 1t had
come over telephone from q thou
sand miles away.
Togo sat up, thrust his nose out
and looked at that pipe end, But
even those who had never seen fer
ret before could see that he YVES look
ing at it incredulously and with con-
tempt. AS a rat hole, that iron. pip
ing was an absurdity, and rats ~ big
as woodchucks were palDablT non
existent
The whistle came again.
And again Togo twitched about ana
eyed that pipe end. possibly. after ell
such things might be true.
A third time he got the whistle.
And now his cage door was snapped
open. For q moment he still persist
ed in his doubt, stubborn as beaver,
but the whistle was again repeated.
and at last, with q sQueaktng cluck
that admitted frankly that the thing
was something which It was at least
his duty to investigate, he shot
through the hole and disappeared
He was eating a meat scrap from
the fingers Of JimDsey Englehart be-
fore the man with the wire basket
thing was out Of the library cellar.
The matter was really decided al
ready.
But It was necessary to make ALSO
lutely sure.
When Jimpsey began tQ whistle
again. he In his turn had taken his
place in the library basement. and
Togo was being held for his start In.
the power house. This time. too he
made the trip moro slowly. But be.
made It And he was slow only be-
cause about his neck was tiny dog
collar. or rather cat collar, And be-
hind 1t trailed 100 yards OF fine hard
fishing line.
sThat'Il take through any weight Of
insulated you want. he said.
"And, boya, it's miles ahead" said
Mr.. John Malone, "of the old story OF
the lad that got caught up top Of the
factory chimney, and travelled down
the yarn from his sock heel. You
know said all along we'd manage
our crossin' as soon az we'd actually
come to it. Then, too"-he ingrataat-
ingly expanded to young Mr.. Hayiland
-'thisll make Ane story in the
Paper. It'll make the finest story you
ever read" Meanwhile Togo had be-
gun his second run. this time 70
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And If, at the end Of another hour,
he decided that he was not hungry
any more, and could accordingly
leave the remainder OF bis job until
the next morning. no one could do
any worrying about that In the pro-
cession that left the new college build
ings with extinguished lanterns, Mr..
Malone, contractor. and Mr.. Havtland.
architect, walked aide by side both
alike making solemn resolutions
enough for New Years Day. A few
steps behind them little Mrs. Havi-
land and Mrs. Englehart were taking
advantage Of the darkness 10 give
each other . series Of half-tearful
hugs. And for his part. with feelings
snexpressibly triumphant JinDsey
Engiehart was waking far In the van
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