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CHAPTER XII
' T COULD kill Spencer Ames,"
Sally ald venomously, aa she
leaded the car out of Winstock.
'Babbling about his board of dl
lectors. I know darn well he
tould give us that extension U
le wanted to."
"Seems to me he could," said
Kinks. "Didn't old Kenworthy say
le just about owns that bank?"
"Wilton was decent about it,
inyhow," said Sally.
"He made an impassioned plea,
lU right," Kinks admitted. "But
listen, beautiful, don't you go get
ling any wild notions in your
ncad. I positively forbid you to
marry Wilton Ames no matter
how expert he becomes at bawling
DUt his father."
"Marry?" exclaimed Sally.
"Good heavens, I'm too busy to
marry anybody. If you or Wilton
want to get married, you'd better
find some girl who isn't trying
to run a cockeyed hotel."
An alien car stood In the drive
way as they approached the
Restatorium. And on the porch, in
conversation with Mr. Harkness,
sat a tall, thin female whose pale
gold hair, threaded here and there
with gray, flourished in wild
abandon about her head. Her age
was indeterminate. She mighl
have been either 30 or 40. She
wore a cream-colored, raglan coat
And in her lap reposed a book, a
magazine, a clgaret case, a band-
bag, and a dachshund.
CALLY opened her mouth to
J speak, but the dachshund beat
her to tne punch.
"Yip," said the dachshund.
The tall woman tapped its head
- sharply.
"Ganz ruhig, Wolfgang," she
1 said. And to the assembled com
pany: "I have to speak to biro
in German."
Mr. Harkness took the floor.
"This is Miss Clara Fenimore,"
he said to Sally. "She thinks she'd
like to stay with us for a while."
"I'm a nerve case," announced
Miss Fenimore abruptly. "My
, nerves ,8X6 all on edge. I haven't
had a night's sleep in six months.
No, seven. What I require is ab
solute rest. That is why your bill
board attracted me. Have you a
clean, comfortable room with a
southern exposure? I hope you
allow dogs." She spoke in jerky
fashion, like a locomotive making
a tough grade.
"Well," said Sally, "you under
stand, of course, that this isn't like
a sanitarium? I mean, we wc
don't provide medical attention."
"Mr. Harkness has explained
the nature of the place," said Miss
Fenimore. "I am not in need of
medical attention. All that I want
is relaxation and no one to bother
me."
"All right," said Sally briskly.
"I do have a room that I think
you'd like. Would you cars to
lee it?"
Miss Fenimore arose. It was
apparent at once that she was the
kind of woman who sheds things.
She shed now in a heterogeneous
shower.
In good order the book, the
magazine, the clgaret case, the
handbag, and Wolfgang, the
dachshund, descended to the
porch. Kinks, gallantly, retrieved
all but Wolfgang.
"Well," he said to Mr. Hark
ness, as Sally and Miss Fenimore
departed, "there's another one. I
hope you don't mind the mixed
company around here."
"R. HARKNESS made no reply.
A"A He was gazing wolflshly after
Wolfgang, the dachshund. Kinks,
perceiving his trend of thought,
respected it with silence. It was
obvious that Mr. Harkness was
considering Wolfgang as a sub
ect for electrification.
On the following day a major
tragedy occurred. Mr. Harkness
lost his pliers.
Up to that point the business
of installing batteries in the vari
ous mounted animal heads had
been progressing by leaps and
bounds. Now, however, it was
suddenly suspended. And the
electrical genius mooned about
dolefully, searching everywhere,
and constantly getting under the
FLAPPER FANNY
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feet of Sally and Mrs. Clinstack.
"If that little man asks me if
I've seen his pliers just once
more," sally told Kinks. e.vnK.
pcratedly, "I'm going to take him
across my knee. He's pestered me
ro aeain."
"What's he making so much
fuss about?" said Kinks. "I mis
laid my tobacco pouch this morn'
ing, but you haven't heard me
sauawk."
"Et tu, Brute?" said Sally. "It
seems to be a day lor losing
things. Mrs. Clipstack can't find
her potato peeler."
They had been down to the
river and were now approaching
the house across the back lawn.
"How's the Fenimore liking the
place?" Kinks asked.
Sally laughed. "She says her
nerves are better already. She's
gone oft in her car, happy as a
lark."
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"IT INKS' reply was cut short by
the sudden appearance of Mr.
Bull Griffin. A look of alarm
dominated Mr. Griffin's rock
ribbed countenance.
"Hey," he said agitatedly, 'I've
lost me rod."
"Your what?" said Sally.
"Me gat, me Iron."
Sally turned to Kinks.
"What on earth," she demanded,
"Is the man talking about?"
"He's lost his gun," Kinks trans
lated. "Dat's it," said Bull. "Me gun.
( leave it in me coat, an' me an'
Spaldini goes fer a walk an' now
It's gone."
"Well," began Sally, "you don't
need . . ."
She stopped abruptly. A second
story window had opened. The
head of Mrs. Clipstack was thrust
out
"Miss Pennington," called Mrs.
Clipstack in a portentous voice,
"can you and Mr. Parker come
here a minute?"
Sally and Kinks hurried up
stairs. Mrs. Clipstack stood in the
room recently assigned to Miss
Clara Fenimore. One hand was
raising a corner of the mattress
off the bed. The other pointed
to a collection of articles lying on
the springs. And the Clipstackian
face wore a severe expression.
"I don't know what's goin' on
in this house," said Mrs. Clip
stack. "I was doin' this room and
look what I found!"
Kinks and Sally looked. Hud
dled together on the bed springs
were three spools of silk, an ash
tray, a small china ornament from
the living room mantelpiece, Mrs.
Clipstack's potato peeler. Kinks'
tobacco pouch, Mr. Harkness'
pliers, and Bull Griffin's revolver.
Sally put a hand to her head.
"My Lord," she exclaimed.
"What Is the woman? A junk
collector?"
Kinks saw light suddenly.
"No," he said. "Unles I'm way
off, she's a kleptomaniac."
(To Be Continued)
Believed slated for the important
chairmanship of the 15-man
committee that will survey wage
and hour conditions in the tex
tile Industry, is Donald M. Nel
son, above, vice president of
Sears, Roebuck Co. The textile
industry will be the first prov
ing ground for the new wage
hour law.
By Sylvia ,
T Mnrau iMT orr.-
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wa,nt me to be your second
reputation to think of."
I OUT OUR WAY. BY J. R. WILLIAMS OUR BOARDING HOUSE
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THE EVIDENCE - TESTIMONY OF
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AS A CHILD- PIT THAT
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