By George Munson
The screams that echoed through
the streets of the village that Sun
day afternoon brought the whole of
the inhabitants running post haste
to the new church. It was Mrs. Lane
who screamed and she was pointing
toward the spire.
Up the spire something was run
ning. A little black object, carrying
something nearly as large as itself
in its arms and hugging it to its body.
Other women screamed, the mob
looked at one another helplessly.
They knew what it was. It was Mrs.
Lane's pet chimpanzee with her
It sat 200 feet above the crowd
and looked down. Through ar tele
scope 4t could be seen to chatter. It
had evidently become excited by the
noise and tumult below.
Harvey Lane, now in distant
Africa as a missionary, had sent the
little creature home as a gift to his
wife. Mrs. Lane had been horrified
when she first saw it, but its appeal
ing, almost human face had capti
vated her heart. She had cared for
it and it had had the free run of the
house. Even the timid ladies of the
village grew to pet Jocko.
It must have gained access to the
nursery that afternoon and snatched
up the baby, and then, alarmed, have
run up the church steeple, carrying
the mite in its arms.
It might drop little Brenda but
that was too horrible to contemplate.
The chances were that it would not.
But how was it to be brought down?
There was no way up the interior
of the steeple. "Where the roof of the
belfry joined the solid upper struc
ture there was a slender iron ladder,
used by the steeplejacks and invisi
ble from below. Who would climb
up and corner Jocko? And ought it
to be attempted?
The frenzied mother attempted to
rush onto the church, but was f orci-;
bly restrained. The men looked at
each other. Who would make the at
tempt? At last half a dozen, volun
teered. But a man interposed.
"Jim Banks will do it He used to
do steeplejack work," he said.
Jim Banks was almost the "only
man not present. A. committee set
The Ape Was Becoming More and
oft; at a run to his home, found him
and brought him back with his ropes
Meanwhile the crowd had streamed
into the belfry. The mother, who
had been on her way home from a
tea when she saw the beast running
up the steeple, carrying; the child,
again attempted to make theascent
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