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landlord; 'The landlord, SI Higgins,
had been one of John's old friends.
John did not recognize him at first,
and Higgins himself seemed a little
hazy about John. However, they had
never been very intimate friends.
They were talking over old times
when John reminded the landlord of
"I suppose he's a successful minis
ter now," he said.
"What, Tom Elmer Widow El
mer's son?" shouted the landlord
"Used to wear his hair in a sort oi
"That's him," answered John, the
memory all coming back to him.
"Hi, Tom" the landlord called, and
out of the stable lurched a blear-eyed
ragamuffin of about forty-seven, who
came up with a surly scowl.
"Tom, remember John Gardiner,
who went to Miss Blythe's school
with us?" the landlord asked.
"Sure I do. Sort of sneaking, cow
ardly little cuss he was, wasn't he?"
asked Tom, breathing out a fresh
aroma of Kentucky rye.
"This is him," said the landlord.
"Come back to look up his old
"Glad to meet you again, John
ny," said the stableman, unabashed.
."Could I speak to you in private a
moment?" he continued,' taking John
aside. "I'm behind with the rent this
month, and "
John handed him a five-dollar bill
and Tom, looking at it in surly spite,
made his way back into the stable.
It was with some diffidence that
John approached the subject of Lucy.
He was afraid that he would remem
ber that they had been engaged; and
the presence of half a dozen squalling
children, ranging from about four up
to the age when squalling merges
into sulkiness, gave John the impres
sion that the landlord was not a fam
ily man. A-disheveled-looking woman
of about forty in the kitchen was
alternately slapping the children and
scolding the help.
"What has become of Lucy I
Bates?" John managed to say pres-
"Lucy Bates?" inquired the land
lord. "Why, there never wasn't but
one Lucy Bates. Hi, Lucy!"
The disheveled looking woman
came in, wiping her hands upon a
dirty apron. "Well, what is it now?"
"Remember Johnny Gardiner?" in
quired the landlord with a grin, in
dicating John. "Come back from the
city to look up old friends."
A faint flush crossed the tired
woman's face and she extended a
"Yes, we've been married seven
teen years," said the landlord. "I
was her first beau, too. We used to
go together when we was children.
Lucy never had no other beaux, did
you, Luce?" -$
"Nope," said the tired woman,
shaking her head and looking
straight into John's eyes.
"Well, I'm pleased to have seen
you," said John, moving out toward
his automobile. "I guess I'll have to
be starting back now," he continued,
as he got in. He had changed his
mind about staying in Gravehurst
"By the way, there was another old
friend I "
But he got no further, for with an
unearthly honk an automobile came
tearing dqwn the street and struck
John's fairly and squarely, shaking
him from the step where he stood
into the road. He rose to find a
blackbrowed, flashily dressed strang
er lowering at him from his car.
"You've knocked my lamp all as
kew!" he snarled. "Why in thunder
can't you look where you are going?"
And leaving John speechless with
mortification he whirled away.
"Manager of our factory," explain
ed the landlord. "One of the big men
of Gravehurst. Hurt your eye, ain't
you. Johnny? Looks as if it was go
ing to blacken up."
"Yes," said John, nursing his
swelling optic "I guess that man's
name, is Will Jones, isn't it?."