The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-05-17

OO i give the 1GllGT tell, VIII
said, and chuckled until the pain
from his shoulder forced him to
stop.
"What feller?" Asey asked. He
wouldn't have admitted it to Cum
mings. but he was beginning to
wonder if the whiskey hadn't been
a mistake.
"The wheel one. He caught on"
Win winked. Fool woman, tries
to make show out of me. Guess ]
made a show out of her!"
Asey let out a roar of laughter
that brought Cummings and Lane
rushing to the door.
go off," he said. go way. Win
you mean that you gave the fer
ris wheel teller ten bucks to keep
the wheel stuck? So Bessie Brin-
ley would"
That's her. Fool. Pokey. Nosey.
Did | ever ask her for anythin'?
No. Why sh'd | make a show for
her? An" Win smiled broadly,
"she don't know twas me that
done it. neither! showed her up"
Asey laughed until the tears ran
down his cheeks.
At last he went to the door and
called Hamilton.
Ham. ne said. drive Win over
to my cousin Syl Mayo. will you?
Take him right over. an tell Syl
to take him. over to my gunnin'
shack, an provide him with
enough to drink so as he won't
have to rust his innards with no
water" 81,
AS Sane AS Anyone
"XNHAT'S that?" Lane said. "You
w but he's the one! The
Thayer girl said so! He had her
cap. and"
win is over ninety" Asey said.
Bear that in mind
But he's sore at the town and
everyone for making him dress
up, and why -Brinley was Just
telling me Brinley says that he"
win, Asey said. deeply r'sents
beln' deprived of his rights. an
he don't feel that bein' dressed up
an stared at is what his great
grandfather won the battle of
Breeds Hill for Lane, Win is over
ninety The Teller that | chased an
lost. he outrun me- He outguessec
me- He outSmarted me. He out
stayed me. Win just happened to
get in the way of one of my wild
shots. that's all. Someone knocked
him out an planted the beret be-
side him An besides, Wins got
cast iron alibi for Monday night"
What sort of alibi?" Brinley de-
manded They say he's skipped
out of Mrs Hollis every single
night he's been locked up there
nobody knows how The old fools
crazy. He's a maniac Stark raw
ing crazy"
"On the contrariwise." Asey
said. win is as sane as anyone ]
know, an he's one teller that'll
stand just so much henpeckin' an
no more. Lane. did Kay tell you
for certain that he was the one?
Did she see him plain? Can she
tell?"
We'll, no. She didn't say it was
him exactly. but she agreed with
us that it must have been. after
we talked it over with her."
"Uh-huh. / see. Is she back at
Sara's?"
Went back with-who's that.
Konrad?"
Konrad ushered in jeff Leach
and Weston. both worried and dis
traught and very much the worse
for wear. Jeff's white flannel suit
was solidly caked with mud. and
Weston was wet and bedraggled.
1--WE thought-oh. you've got
him! Well. thank heaven" Weston
said YEARLY. "Come on. Win.
and"
did l ask you for anvthin'?
Mol" Win said. 'Why sh'd l show
myself off"
"Sit down." Asey said as Win
got up from the couch. "You. too,
Weston. What happened to you?"
"Oh. we chased someone we
thought was Wn." jeff said. "in the
meadows over by the Mill Road.
Yves landed in the creek. and | hit
mud hole, II seems we were
chasing perfectly good tourist.
We don't think he recognized us
And what Sara'li say to my clothes.
hate to think"
Look here. Asey," Weston said.
what's all this? What's the mat
ter with VIM"
wins been honorabiy wounded
in the service of the town." Asey
said, IAN ne's herewith bein' ex-
cuSed from any more paradin'
whatsoever"
That's right" Win said COM
placently Won't go back"
But he's got tol" Weston said.
Don't you see. tomorrow he's on
the radio program! It's town day.
and he's going to read a piece
about the town when he was boy.
He's the oldest inhabitant. you
know. And"
Won't" Win said.
"See here, Win Billings" Weston
lost his temper, 1--WE have this set
tied, and you"
NO" Asey said. Nope. Weston.
Win is through"
"Well then" Weston. said. pro-
ducing a trump. 'if he doesn't 90
on the radio. you'll have tot"
Asey drew a deep breath. oh
oh. well. All right. But I'll speak
my own piece"
Continued tomorrow.
Copyright. 1887