New Britain herald., 1926-12-14

Hes had it coming to him for a week. Prof, but you don't know why!" declared Betty with a guile- less candor that Prof, looking into her shining eyes, felt carried nothing save the bubhling overflow of youths effervescent spirits. He smiled. but again the question came to him, how could such a thing be and wasn't Jim due for an awful jolt some day when he woke up?
 Well, Mollie says for you kids to get busy and get into the house for dinner" he announced as he turned and started back toward the dining room.
 If you had seen what just saw you'd be guessing harder than ever,' | he said moment later to the wo- man who had given him the best that life can give to Q man for more than 23 years.
 Mollie Elwell at se, was a full blown flower in the garden of splen- did womanhood. Life to her had been kind and the years seemed scarcely to have touched her in their passing. Hers were the grace, the beauty and the sweet wisdom that never cease to keep the eye and the heart of man charmed all the days of his life. The sea-green depths Of Killarney's lakes were still reflected in her Irish eyes. A thousand times and more had Prof Elwell, her hus band, told himself that the Goddess of Luck had dealt him royal flush on the day that he met Mollie Calla-
 Rusty and Betty decked out for summer comfort and with silk scarves wound around their heads to keep their glorious hair from flying, climbed into the side extension Of Jims scoot cart, an extension built for two small bodies. Jim dropped leg over the saddle. Then he tln- kered with mysterious contraption that brought forth mighty roar and the scoot cart began to scoot. They were on their way.
 "Step on it!" advised Betty from her precarious perch at his side. He was not, he told her, in need of any gratuitous advice. but when he had stopped the machine at the path into Fentons woods and looked at his watch, he announced that they had been "going some" They had cov- cred the 12 miles in 20 minutes fiat. Aao rf int n ch h.. bery. The trees in their green dress of summer the profusion of big ferns growing all around, the cool shade and somber hush in which the woods lay wrapped were deliciously inviting on that hot after noon in June.
 | But the sun was shining bright and warm in the glad young hearts of Jim and his pals as they made their way along the twisting path which led, as they knew, to some l little ponds where lilies were tall and frogs were big and bold.
 Hist" came the warning from Betty, just a step ahead, as she sighted a pond. She stopped short and held up the finger of caution. "Didia hear that bullfrog's croak?"
 Three pairs of eyes roved the rim of the small body of water 1t glassy surface tlecked here and there with greenish slime.
 "There he isl" Betty whispered an instant later, in great excitement. "On that log over there, Jim! Let me shoot him, Jim. You said you d let me shoot sump'n--a calf or a bear, if we ran into one"
 But that was neither calf nor bear" reminded Jim. Its a bull DO you, think your qualified tc handle the bull?" He was reaching for his gun.
 Betty cooked the small weapon and aimed it at the frog on the log Then she turned her head hali around, shut her eyes tight and pulled the trigger. The frog still sat on his log, the pond unruffled by 9 ripple.
 She shot like Chinaman, was Jim's comment as he took back the pistol. "Who ever heard of showing your gat up against the mark and then shutting your eyes and pulling the trigger?'
 q think came pretty close to the frog, just the same"
 Like thunder V u did! He's blink in his eye at you now" Jim turned to the other twin. Here, Rusty" he said, putting the pistol butt in her hand, you take 8 shot at him. Knock him off that log and I'll buy you both new pair of silk stockings for the Fourth of July."
 Rusty took the pistol in both