The Enid Daily Eagle. (Enid, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 151, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 14, 1911 Page: 3 of 8
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THURSDAY, SEPTKMUKR U, t lt.
THE night was moonless and star-
. less—velvet black. A wet wast
wind was melting the llglit,
early fall of snow, sinking Into huge,
, shapeless splotches all signs of travel;
i though, for safer concealment, Hob
Lasley's feet were lied up in old sacks,
ns he detourrd and made ragged hU
trail 11 "Mr. 1 >:i\ id's" < oniiieid.
As he mounted the rise on the sec-
tion line between the two farms, he
Mopped a moment and looked back at
the firelight wavering from tils dugout
floor, with Mainly a$d the rude corn-
mill looming grotesquely in the ruddy
Ware. Mainly was Mto(iu' the kid" to
■ecp it quiet, but the corum! 11 was Idle.
It usually was idle, unless when grind-
ing sweet, coarse meal on shares for
a neighbor, for Bob's corn had washed
out In the spring, and he had burn too
''busy" to replant.
Now Mandy and the kid were hun-
T ti E VOICES
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were raking the short cut across from
the section line.
Bob crouched low behind the bulging
sack, and listened. Boon ho could hear
them plainly—he even knew the voices.
One was a section bund, Ben Mead
ows; another, Kit Paxton, a distant
cousin of Mondy's« Tho two were on
their way out of the country—the third
rode low and didn't, speak. They drew
so near that one of their down-hanging
gry, and he had forgotten they were j feet brushed tho listener, and ho heard
out of meal until coming In from his 'the words:
disappointing rabbit hunt. lie would "The mail train was reported in the
have stopped at the store if he'd only ditch, and. at eight Dave took down
remembered. the sack and toted hit in. Left his
To the northeast he amid see Mr. cash in the drawer, top- nice sack full,
pavid's light—cheery aud crimson-red Uighty keerless that way. Houghton
from the gay sjlk shade. He had closed
Ills business early, and was sitting by
bis big fireplace, sruoklng and reading.
Many an evening before Bob had mor-
ris Mandy he had sr.t with Mr. David,
roasting peanuts ami listening to his
cuaint advice. It© could see him now,
. long, slenderly built shape, stretched
out in his deep chair, his dark eyes
half closed, his smooth, red Hps shift-
ing the smoke-bIa<kened brier-root;
could hear him say, half sternly, lmlf
humorously; "Bob4 a man's a man for
frll that "
Bewildered, but content, ho had taken
Burns and the practical application
with a vacuous earnestness that spoke
only of a dim and disturbed under-
standing. There was something appeal-
ing In this weak son of a rough, unlet-
tered "corn* racker." There had been
a mother with a tender conscience and
n weak will, who, while she cooked
■ and, if sbo were very hungry, ate what
| ever was brought In. still protested
tearfully that pilfered spoils were a
disgrace
J Slio was dead; but there lived a fa-
ther who saw no wrong in anything
b*Jt being found out, and who was wont
■:>> say "When I wants Inythlng I
t ike* hit ef I kin No matter how nor
where, so long's I gits hit."
Always, when Bob had occasion to
lake advantage of a dark night and a
bidden path, ho halted and listened-, as
ha did to-night, before stumbling and
I dipping down the hill. Entering the
I sodden ranks that slapped against his
face like wet rags, he began stripping
eff the big, full ears. It wouldn't grind
very well, but Mandy could dry it be
tore tho fireplace, and meantime pan h
\ some of it with a bacon rind for him-
self and her. Very likely the kid would
* be asleep by that, time It was a sol-
emn-eyed, wizened litIJo cloture that
thought more of sleep and warmth
than anything else, and this had been
% chill day.
The sack wan full to bursting when
?Sob suddenly heard the soft thud of
fcorse* close by There was the pat-pat
of wet leaves striking each Other, the
rwlsh of disturbed snow, and. finally.
voice:* low and furtive. Threo men
lie hain't been here long enough
Thinks folks is powerfnl honest." The
speaker laughed a low, disagreeable
laugh. "Illt'll sure be a lesson —"
The voices trailed off, and loft Dob,
with pounding heart, crouched behind
the corn sack. Into his slow working
mind was creeping a full conception ot
the thing about; to happen, lie under-
stood the reference to the (nail sack.
It had in it Granny Dillon'* registered
letter. Everyone In "Guintown" knew
of the treasured fifty dollars—chicken
and butter money—that she was scud
Ing to her sick son and his family
farther up In the mountains; but Bob
knew better than anyone else how des-
perate were these night-riders, and
what Mr. David's chances would be If
he Interfered at this stage In the game,
with Missouri and hidden fastnesses
situated just over the line.
Over to the south he heard the horses
slush slushing through the wet
loping uncertainly toward tho open
rood Bob ran for the red light as one
follows the string to a tightly drawn
how. He ran with.his head down, un-
mindful of the barbed wires that caught
his clothes—ripped and tore loose again,
sometimes leaving red streaks on his
llesh. While he floundered in the icy
"branch," and wallowed up the slimy
bank, his shoes squeaking with the
river slush, his clothes dripping and
heavy, he was straining his ear to catch
I he faint rattle of the corn. lie knew
that the horsemen were rounding the
curve to the highway.
lie had several rods yet to run, but
he had tho advantage of straining
every nerve; while the riders were
creeping up easily, secure In the dense
darknss. To them the deed was the
same as done. It. was a very simple
matter—the passenger train late, every-
thing covered and hushed In the little,
lonely signal station; no other house
within a mile of the two tiny build-
ings. The store aud postofflce com-
bined was a primitive affair—the door
held only by a padlock and a chain
passed through a square cut in the
wood
To the parties drawing near the mode
of entrance, the Interior of the build
MM*
icas that other man.'
with fresh embellishments at each re-
cital. Boh finally was held to be not
only a thief, but a deep-dyed villain ot
every description, who would have
added murder to his other crimes had
they not headed him off.
During the simple preliminaries of
the rude court proceeding, and until
Meadows and Paxton gave in their tes-
timonies, Bob sat limply apathetic, his
sallow face drawn and ghostly. While
the two men spoke, dull red 8i>ots
broke out high on tho lad's cheeks; and
over his stiff. bandaged shoulder his
eyes glinted sldewlse upon them from
under his lank, neglected shock of tow-
colored hair.
He was a pitiable object of guilt and
unropontnnee, so tbought ills neighbors.
They listened with flattering attention
to the oft-repeated stories of M-adows
and Paxton, and wondered whether the
Judge would give him one year or five
Finally the prisoner was assisted to
the chair, and, at Postmaster Hough-
ton's suggestion, was requested to tell
bin side of the story In his own way.
"Hit hain't goln' to do no good." lie
stammered nervously, completely cowed
by the hard glances cast, upon him.
"Hain't nobody goln' to believe me.
"All that Ben aud Kit has told Is
true, but they hain't told hit all. They
Kin prove all they've told, and I kaln't
prove not hln'; but ef hi till do toy got id
to talk I'll tell whit 1 knows.
I hain't never minted to steal noth-
ing smelling strongly of bacon and
heese and littered with cheap glass-
ware and flour, were ns plain as day.
Hours and hours they had gossiped
there while walling for the mail train
>n the south line, or the norths!aril
passenger, with its brief cry of train
men and vendors. That very after
noon the mounted men had sent furtive
glances this way and that -locating
trivialities, that nothing might hinder.
Easily mid confidently the horsemen
caine on. When they were turning
into the straight road Bob was crawl
lug across the patch of crimson light
flaring from Mr. David's reading table
to the gaudy, flower-skirted posters of
circus girls on the north side of the
postofflce, While they floundered for a
moment In a sharp cut, he was burst-
ing In the door with a desperate heel
and hurling tho mall sack out among
the ragged weeds; he was ripping open
tiie cash drawer and running blunder-
ingly from the store with the heavy
sack tightly clutched In bis hand.
There, falling among the tfill. il<
flung themselves down and were mut-
tering curs-es as ti* > searched in the
thick darkness. In the patch of light
Bob flattened himself and hastened as
best he could; but his pursuers saw.
and called with low hoarseness for him
to halt.
Bewildered by tho sudden turn of af-
fairs, he still crawled on, dragging tho
two sa< ks with his right, hand. Sud-
denly a bullet ripped through his shoul-
der, crumpling him up over flic mall
'touch, aud he knew no more until he
felt himself Jerked to a sitting posture
with a suddenness that seemed to pull
his wounded arm from the socket.
Where before had been blackness,
save for t lie square of crimson light,
was a blase of lanterns; and hiStead
of muffled stillness, was a blare of
sound that confused and frightened the
l oy almost to the point of swooning.
Mingled with loud voices was a snort-
ing and hissing, u clanging of bell, and
- : ree h of whistle th.it ho finally knew
for the labored waiting of the belated
1 passenger train. Someone mentioned
x cited!,
growth, he began worming his way [his nan
westward. Behind him tin- liilers Had "Mighty glad you happened down,
Sheriff. We had to sttoot him er he'd
'o' got clear off," was the concluding
boast.
Bob arose to his feet with an effort,
nd looked wildly around With the
i « rt a in, furtive motions of a hunted
animal, lie look'M this way and that
until his eyes foil upon the speaker-
one of the three men In the cornfield.
Beside him was tlie other he kuew-
who had been the third? Not that it
mattered very much- nothing mattered
but. his wounded shoulder, from which
they began cutting the sleeve prepara-
tory to bandaging it. Weak from loss
of blood and genuine terror. Bob finally
felt himself hoisted onto the train and
pushed into a seat with tho corpulent
officer of the law.
II.
Ben Meadows and Kit Paxton were
somewhat exalted In the minds of those
who had hitherto held them to be as
bad as Bob Lesley—albeit I hey would
wort, Retained as witnesses for the
trial, the two men strutted about re-
counting tho incidents of the capture,
n' from nobody. Always they has I
two voices—one told me to take what
wanted ef 1 could without belli
kctched, aud Collier sulil to leave b«
what wasn't mine Sometimes i fol-
lered one and sometimes t'other. The
night I was kctched I was—was steal-
in' corn from Mr. David's field.
The prisoner's eyes, which had been
fixed on Houghton's face, now shrank
away, and the dull fever of his cheeks
rcpt down Ills uei k aud under his dis-
heveled collar; but hoarsely ho went ou.
"I licered lieu and Kit and another
feller < m In a hossbatk through the
field, anil they was a savin somethln'
about the mail sack that didn't go on
account of the train beln' ditched. They
"lowed they wouldn't use a gun lessen
t'was necessary. They said as how Mr
David left Ids money In the ♦cash
"I dropped the r
branch. 1 craw ,1 ! 1 '•
the store door. J
tho money sack
way 'thout calls a' m .
git ten him shot, lb s a dri.
well west of th
boards, and I tu t i"
with the sacks ti ;1 t
1 had to crawl *1 '
Mr. David's ' thor
winged mo. I .e. . i
know."
The lad cl< ' : •
dully and wit: i: • rt Lin
regained his
that all looked
ish fancies, toh
cesslty to the s' mi;;* i > ^ ! hi:
grace.
It was in a soil (r n air
he finally caught the 1 < m
dence in Postmi
and the softened • ' *
man who had c" f« i
from a dim «l
man Lasley."
A moment the old n . n •1 aft
lug sworn, looking M t
Paxton straight from ucd- ict
heavy eyebrows.
"I reckon you-uns 1 l't trd-.e
stock In what the kid r- , • . tol
he said finally, turnln-
the wondering crowd. Id
hit's the truth, for t thai.
man.
"I reckon Ben and Klt'll
der my glvln' this away, seiv
knows ye koint. couvict a m. r- ier ; •
■rime he was only a meanln' to ' m t j
lidn't. However, ef they wa no-
thing of me fer hit, I'll jest nienti.-ci-j
the fact that, although i h i' n<x]
sight of edi<aiin. l knows hit
eordiu' to law for a common m/en to
shoot a man ef ho Is a r
with what hain't hls'n. I d.d
to meddle with this buslue
ef llob wanted to butt lu
Icetehed, 'twas his own r(-i
'pears like there wa'n't nut* in' )n ht*
fer him no ways, only o snenkinf iiklsfc
fer Postmaster Houghton
'What the kid has s id about tho
voices, as he colls 'em, is true lib
hain't never been one tI 'm.-, nor yet
t'other. Neither Ills mother Who \wi*
all \
I ntei.ft,
think
HKl gut
but ic 1
all white, uor his 1;
black. Hit's the onl
had agin him, not k-iov\
turn out to be. i d mtt
mine'd be a good thief th i
officer!"
Tho old man turut.l to
looking prisoner.
"Son." he said hoarsely,
to line up straight on th
mammy, aud atay there, th
nil
ng I've
« II.. L- «.i tua iitov Bitiri i.Piraaii goln to sidetrack ye— ihey hafttv
1 rawer; mighty kt. >1 , y • |ry mftn Roln, tpr punjsli ye fer win
was, and they 'lowed they'd make him
more keerfuf. They rid on laughtn'.
and the voices pulled me backward
and ferrerd between 'cm. One said go
home with the corn, 'cause Mandy and
the kid is hungry ; and t'qther said to
•o help Mr. David out ef you Kin I!'
has trusted you when uo one else would.
He never looks at ye like ye was a
dawg. You hain't never done no good
to no one—now's yer chanst. He don't
carry no gun, low en he's big enough
to liold Ids own 'thout takln' human
life. He don't kuow what some folks
will do. 1 does.
ye hain't done."
It is doubtful If the prisoner h
oil of his father's defense, or in-
dict that rendered him guilti.
chin was sunk on his breast, > '
stain widening oil tho bauda
ened him; but from his haojij
there might have been a ho
of n house with real wlUdou *
doors, kept by Mandy r< d the
while he, Hob Lasley, squared his
ders to the world!
(Copyright, The Frank A Muiis- u
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life'
Jasper Hoag Finds A Law/ Agin
Wis- By WILLI All H. HAHBY
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WINDY JIM DAVIS motioned the
newcomer aside. "Suy, 1 hear
T a are tmyln' the Hensley plae ."
"Yes. what of it?" Cline spoke Im-
patiently, for he had received a half
flosen unexpected winks and warning
shakes ot the head.
"Oh, nothln', said Windy. "Only I
ale to see a newcomer took in right
at the first. Likely to sour him on the
country; make him think the Ozarks
ain't populated just right.
"What Is the matter with the place >
Isn't it a good house? Isn't the land
good property?"
"Finest place In the country—nothing
the matter with it; uut there's an all
fired lot the matter with the place
just west of it."
"What?" demanded Cline.
"Jasper Hong lives on It." Windy
turned and started to saunter away.
"Wait a minute," called Cline. "What
is the matter with him? Isn't he law-
abiding?"
"You bet. That's the trouble; he's
so all-tired law-abiding nobody can live
by him. Ten families have moved out
In three years."
"What is it that makes him so dis-
agreeable?" asked ( line, trying to get
some light on the neighbor's ways.
"Jest the nature of tlie brute." Anil
Windy left.
In spite of the warnings, ('line closed
the deal that afternoon for the Hensley
property. It was offered at a price
he could not resist. It was a pretty
six-room eottagfi. with five aires of
garden and orchard. The place was
Just outside the limits of the village ot
Buckeye Bridge, but near enough for
all cAnvenlen.ea. llong's house—the
most Imposing In the community—was
the only one near It.
The next day Cline and Ills young
wife began to move in. They wen
highly elated over their bargain. The
place was so much bett.-r aud prettier
than anything they had ever hoped to
PPt with the money they had to Invest.
They carrlrd fun-lture from room to
mom as often ns they changed their
minds, and Joked and laughed over It
as happily as chlldr u with a picnic
basket. They had always rented be-
fore, anil this was to be tlieir tirsl
real home. ^ ^ ^
Jnsner Tioasr
to assist in any way he could. They
thanked him very heartily, but assured
him it was the purest fun for them to
arrange things; and they showed him
with childish glee just whot they were
to do with this room and that one.
"A very friendly man," Cline decided
he had not told his wife about the
warnings—"merely misunderstood by
his nelghbots.'*
But Windy Jim was right and Clin?
was wrong. Hoag was a man with
mental dynjiepsia. The events of life
never digested into sweet reasonable-
ness, and hence tira'_' deposited no milk
of human kindness In his heart. Every-
thing disagreed with him. In the post,
when a tenont moved into the Hensley
house, either the first, second, or third
day he saw, heard, or imagined some-
thing he did not like. Immediately he
^egon, with diabolical ingenuity, to lay
plans to get rid of them. Ills plans
always worked. Afterward, when the
value of the place began to run down,
he decided to keep it tenantless until
the price went to the lowest possible
point—then buy It for himself.
So, of course, he did not like Cline,
nor his wife, nor their furniture, nor
anything that was theirs. Even while
offering them assistance he was study-
ing their sensitive spots—trying to de-
termine where their nerves came close
to the surface. The piano gave him an
Idea; they were sensitive to sound
That night, worn out, but happy, the
dines were just ready to drop iuto
restful slumber when a long-drawn
sk-r-e*e-k, followed by a shuddering
moan, tore the mantle of stillness intt
tatters. It was llofig's ollless windmill
All night the gusty wind wrung from
It the most horrible groans, screams,
and screeches.
Three nights the Cllnes spent In tor-
ture. The third morning he called his
neighbor to the fence.
"Don't you think your windmill
needs oiling a little?" he asked with o
wan snille.
"That's my business." Iloag stlf
fened. "There ain't no law to make o
man oil his windmill till he pets ready,
is there?" He walked owoy belliger
ently.
Clloe learned there was not. Being
outside tho corporate limits of I ho town,
they were governed only by the geyrql
as Interpreted in tho hills, allowed a
wide range of personal liberty. It was
difficult for even a circuit judge to
convince a jury that a man might not
do just as lie durnod please, so long
as he stayed on his own side of the
fence.
The next night two horses and three
steers spent the night playing havoc
with ('line's rosebushes and young
fruit trees.
"I want you to keep this stock shut
up!" There was battle in Cllne's eye.
"Ain't no law to make me," said
Hoag. "No stock law in this country.
Feller is supposed to ke°p his ground
fenced so they can't get in."
Again Cline learned the man was
right. Unless one had what was known
as a horse-high, bull-strong, pig-tight
fence, he could collect no damages.
The division-fence went up two feet,
with barbed wire on top.
But the annoyances multiplied, and
over them all reigned the screaming,
unolled windmill. At the end of two
weeks, Cline went to Billy I liar U, the
justice of the peace. Now. Billy was
a good deal more than justice of the
peace; he was the man whom the entire
community carried their knotted strings
of trouble—and never in vain.
Billy leaned between the handles of
his plow and listened to the young
man's story. For some time he stood
w ith his left eye squinted thoughtfully
'ijet me give you a little advice, Mr.
dim*—" And he did.
But I don't want to do that way£
protested the young man when Hilly
had tinlshed. "I want to bo a neigh-
bor."
"I know It isu't a good plan 011 gen-
eral principles," said Billy, "but you
ain't dealing with general principles
—you are up against Jasper lloag. It's
that or give up your place."
Cline decided it would be "that."
Next day he bought a second-hand
eight-horsepower gasoline engine, with
a twenty-horsepower exhaust. He set
It up close to the division-fence; the
exhaust pipe pointed directly at lloags
house. There was no muffler on It, and
when he turned it loose—pumping water
—about sundown, t lie chuff, chuff,
chug, chug, struck the house with a
force that sent an echo up the road a
mile.'
The engine was kept, steadily to busi-
ness every night, whether the windmill
rested for want of breath or not.
It was garden-time and suddenly a
hundred or more chickens swarmed
('line's newly made beds. At once he
sent for a box • £ weasels. At mid-
night he turned them loose. Thev
never came back; neither did about
eighty of Hoag's < hlclions, which were
picked up next day with their throats
cut.
Iloag bought more chickens.T Cline
fenced them out.
Hoag got geese that couid fly over
any fence. Cline got twenty-three cats,
many of them warranted to kill tiny
fowl. Evenings Iloag sat on hUubfVfe
porch and shot cats. _Cline sat ou hlb
H
and shot geesfe ns fast as they lit. The
town listened shudderingly, and won-]
dered. at every shot if murder had
beeu committed.
And' all the time the windmill and
gasoline engine continued to make the
nights hideous. Hoag added a braying
donkey for day music, and Cline pur-
chased guinea fowls.
They kept it up for three months.
Cline would have gone ou Indefinitely,
but saw his wife could not stand the
strain. He went to Billy Ilouck in
despair. , .
"If the house was moved to a lot
in town, what would your land be
worth?" asked Billj, after studying a
few minutes.
"It ought to be worth 11 thousand dol-
lars," answered Cline, troubled, "but
I don't want to move; tho place suits
us exactly, and we thought
"I don't think you'll have to, said
Bill v. "But a bluff isn't worth a potato
unless you carry it clear through. If
you get an offer for the land, take it,
and prepare to move the house
Two or three days later, while Hoag
sat on his front porch, he saw the
pastor of the new Baptist Church enter
Cllnes gate and go all over -the
grounds, stepping here and sighting
He went away, and in a few hours
returned with two of his deacons. The
three looked things over and entered
into a long consultation. Iloag won-
dered, but said nothing.
The next morning the house-mover
came and left his tools.
Then Hoag went to town. The first
man he met was Windy Jim Davis.
'Hear your neighbor is seiling out,
he said affably.
"Who to?" asked Hong.
"The Baptist"
"They ain't going lo move their new
church up there?" He was alarmed.
"Oh no," replied Windy carelessly,
ns he started on: "they are going to
make a grave-yard of It"
Billy, sitting on his front porch, as-
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% -mty
Iloag sat on hi9 back perch and shot cats.
sumed a very grave, judicial air aB
he saw Hoag tearing through his front
. i. AVf
"Mr. Ilouck, it's got to be stopped!
he said excitedly as he came up.
"Have a chair," said Billy quietly.
•What seems to lie tho trouble?"
"Cline is seiling bis place to the
Baptist Church for a graveyard! After
all 1 have put up with from that man!
It will ruin me. I've put seven thou-
sand dollars into my place, and it won't
he worth two with a graveyard at the
door." , ,,
"Too bad!" And Billy squinted his
left eye and shook his head. "Mrs.
ciln" thought sheVl be so happy there.
She is such a clever little body, and
can sing and play wonderfully. She
counted on her and Elsie being good
friends. And they are going to move?'
"Too bad shucks! Of course It's
too bad, but not for tllom. it's for us."
•Yes." admitted Billy, "it is too bad
for your wife and Elsie. They are
mighty clever people and have always
wanted a neighbor—"
"But it must be stopped!" broke In
Hoag. "I can't have it!"
Billy went into the house and
brought out the Revised Statutes and
laid .them by Ids choir. He carefully
went through the Index of Volume L
sighed, and laid it down. Then took
up II. his brow clouded with thought
and studied it awhile.
"No," he said, shaking his head,
"there ain't any law agin' It A man
can sell to anybody he pleases."
' But the church?" sputtered Hoag.
"Can't they be stopped?"
Again Billy shook his head "Any-
way, I'd think a cemetery would be Just
what you want. Them's the only kind
of neighbors you'll ever get along with.'
After Hoag had abused the world, the
statutes, a nd the church, Billy turned
on him severely "Jasper, ain't it about
time you quit actln' the fool? Nothln'
is to be made in tearin' around like you
do. The feller that tries to run things
by being mean to people gets the worst
of if every time Why don't you be
a neighbor and let your wife and Elsie
live a little before you die?"
Iloag departed In wrath ; but, before
he had reached home, Billy's speech
and the prospect of losing live thou-
sand dollars had done some strong pull-
ing on lib? better side.
About five o'clock Hoag knocked at
( line's kit< hen door.
Brought you over a basket of fresli
eggs, Mrs. ( line," he said. "Elsie and
her ma are goln' to try to be more
neighborly, now that they're got their
summer work done. They'd like to
help you put up fruit to morrow if
you'll let 'em."
"I'd be very grateful," she said, wip
lng her tired, perspiring face.
Mrs. Cllne's spirits rose joyfully as
hIih turned back Into tho house, for
she did so want
husband would i "!
want to go on with U.
Hhe did not inentiou b
1 and
supper, but when th<
cleared away t1 <-y w -nfc out on th«i,
front porch. Iloag, !•; v lt> and
daughter were aire, on their yuraudi*
enjoying the cool air
Iloag moved uncas v la hH elixir,
cleared his throat a lew tiuies, aadi
called across:
"Come over and
Mrs. Cline pu
pulsively and gave
an affirmative 1
want to be friends
"In a minute, 1 til*' •*
T want to do u itlr i-1 h •
iirst."
As they went out nei he ! - ■ for
the first evening ?n th in-<iit! -, "i"
air was sweet wit' The ; *
mill was still, so wa- 1!' •• Jin* en-
gine, and the stock ;« I iowl.j vv • ill,
shut up.
Even before they w««re 1'.rough th- lr
neighbor's gate, Hoag had aris. ui.t
was arranging chairs for them
Cline gave her husband no 1
little squeeze, and said under her
breath:
"He's found a law agin' It.'*
(Copyright, The Frank A. Uu. y 1 * )j
ct with us awli
out her band
her husband's
isure. Bho did
and stoy.
COURTESY IN BUSINGS,
ANONYMOUS.
The man who solicits your n<
moment, the salesman wbo has
pies to exhibit, tho llfe-insi
agent whose hair-trigger tongue
eloquently for your family, ev*
seductive canvasser who trV t.
velgle you into buying a hi*J uy «•
world in twenty-five volum
listened to for a courteous iuu
two aud politely disni ' ^
seriously clogging the wheels of
ness. Perhaps they may lly
something worth while oft "
all, the tellers aud ti • « < lac-
ey ery bank need a cour in tie*
gracious expression. Why 1 !<
depositor of money be •. u
frowning suspicion, and i
his mistake in indorsing • nw ks
side up or his failure to Uav
books balanced regularly • ull
shouts of correction instead of
words of kindly Instruction? Af
he Is only Ignorant or only for
No dark scheme for defraudl
bank lurks behind his failure
low the bank's rules. Courte
own reward. It pays la per*
isfaction. In minimizing frier
making friends, and In rai«dn
the <ye*i of vour business us<
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