i CLOSED ROAD
By KEITH KENYON.
hen Bert Perry closed his desk on
Jay night he hadn't any very die
ct idea of where to go, but as be
issed to the elevator and looked at
ne door of the office that used to be
Jane Tenny's he decided on a trip to
Piney Roads. Jane Tenny had been
a public stenographer, but when
things had grown dull In Wall street
she had given up her business ven
ture and moved ofT to Piney Roads
to seek her fortune In chickens and
fruit farming.
It was a six o'clock Saturday eve
ning and Bert decided that his first
Btop would be at the Piney Roads ho
tel. "It's a neatly kept little place,"
thought Bert, as he surveyed the sym
metrical rows of hollyhocks on either
side of the path, "although it doesn't
seem very large."
Then he sounded his horn for some
one to come and take his car, but no
one seemed to be stirring and there
was no sign of a garage. He sounded
long and Impatiently until at last
from behind the house appeared an
old man in overalls.
"There ain't any garage round
here," drawled the man. "You'll have
to take your machine down to the
crossing."
"Where is the proprietor?" Bert
was getting impatient and, as the old
man seemed not to understand, he
added, "the man who keeps the place,
I mean."
"Oh, now I understand," drawled
the old man, chuckling. "It ain't a
man it's a lady. She was back in
the orchard picking cherries, and she
said she had Just stepped in to tidy
up a bit and would be out soon. Here
she is."
When Bert caught sight of a pink
dress and then he recognized Jane
Jane, whose interesting, pale face had
grown positively pretty since her so
journ in the country.
And how unembarrassed and cordial
she was! She really seemed to be
glad to see him.
"From the garden I could see it was
you," she said, "and I Just had to take
off my sunbonnet. I don't want you
to make fun of my farming."
There followed a few explanations.
"No, I am not the proprietor of
the hotel," Jane assured him. "There
must be some mistake in the road
book. In fact, you are the third
tourist today who has come here with
that idea. And you really came all
the way up here to see me? Why
didn t you let me know?" i
Just then another car pulled into
that driveway, a car of Fronch build
that made Bert's modest roadster look
lne
qauAuittlEMMni&ujZfflSi -
Insfgnlflcant "
"I say," called one of its two occu
pant to the farmer, who was Just
making his way back to the orchard,
"where Is the garage of this estab
lishment? Well drive right In and
yon have the proprietor ready to see
us when we get back here. We've
only twenty minutes for dinner."
"That's the way it's been all the
afternoon," said Jane, when she had
explained to the distinguished-looking
tourists that her modest little house
made no pretentions at being a hos
telry. "That's a great disappointment,"
said one of the men. "It promised to
be something out of the ordinary in
the way of inns. When I saw it I
felt certain you'd give us a dinner
worth eating. What? Back one road?
Thank you."
When Bert returned to the veranda
from his room, Jane had solved the
mystery.
"I've been looking at your road book
and it says that the way to get to
the inn is to turn at the second road
after you leave the pike. Well, the
county has Just closed up the first
road and put a row of poplars across
it. That accounts for the confusion."
It was not until after Jane's de
lightful little supper, served on the
open veranda, that she showed her
guest over the place, the orchards and
the berry patches, the poultry yard
and the neatly kept truck garden.
"But the worst of it all is," she
confessed rather dolefully, "it doesn't
pay any better than Wall street."
"Jane, I've Just had an inspiration,"
he said, very solemnly. "You say that
you want to make some money. Why,
this very afternoon you have had a
chance to make more money than
we've been making in Wall street for
a week, or that you can get from your
farm for many a day. The inn down
the road is no good, I am told, and
the owner doesn't care whether he
has any patrons or not. There are
dozens of motorists along here every
day who would stop for dinner or
luncheon if they knew you had good
things to eat. This road catches an
unusually high-class traffic. Think
about It, and in the meantime don't
write to the road book people to
change the directions."
"It's too much of an undertaking
for a woman alone. If I had a man to
go in with me' She blushed in
spite of herself as she realized the
full significance of those words.
"Jane," he said, "I've been waiting
for this chanre for more than a year.
I'm tired of being a broker. Let's go
into partnership. I'll buy out your
place nere and you go on raising hol
lyhocks and wearing becoming pink
gowns, and Ml bloom forth as a coun
try hotelkeeper. How does it strike
you, little girl?"
"I think you would make an ideal
bonifaco," she laughed bewitchiugly.
(CopyrlKht. 1915. by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
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WHEN THEY MET
By KENNETT HARRIS.
The light struck Britherby's glasses
at such an angle that they presented
nothing but a flashing blank to Gral
lup. Behind the glasses Britherby's
eyes at the moment were resting on
the Janeway bungalow across the
street, but Grallup did not know that
and he stiffened indignantly and
passed his new neighbor with a stu
diously averted gaze.
The next time they met neither took
the least notice of the other. Grallup
remarked to his wife that that fellow
who had bought out Korker's equity
evidently was a cut or two above Bib
berly Heights or thought he was.
Brltherby, a day or two later, was
talking to Morfew, whose house is be
tween Grallup's and the former Korker
place.
"Who's your distinguished neighbor
on the north?" he asked. "The nabob
of the place, I presume. I think I
made a mistake in not asking his per
mission to butt in here. He seems to
resent it"
"Nonsense!" said Morfew. "That's
Billy Grallup. Nothing of the nabob
about Billy. Great chp, Billy. You'll
like him when you know him."
"I don't believe I'd want to know
him," said Brltherby.
Morfew meant to ask Grallup what
he had been doing to his face, but for
got it and so the feeling between
Brltherby and Grallup remained and
grew. In course of time they were in
troduced and acknowledged the intro
duction as coldly as politeness al
lowed. After that they bowed scru
pulously when they met.
It was early last fall that the pas
sive hostility of the two men became
active to the verge of tragedy.
One still, calm night, somewhere
about twelve o'clock, Grallup was
aroused from an uneasy slumber by
the bark of a dog.
"Confound it!" exclaimed Grallup.
"I wonder whose darned dog that is.
I wish I was within good shotgun
range of it and had the shotgun."
A quick succesBion'of staccato barks
seemed to answer his thoughts with
defiance. Grallup got up and leaned
out of the window, listened a minute,
closed the window and said something
Improper.
"I might have known it," he contin
ued, savagoly. "He's about the only
man in the suburb who would main
tain a nuisance like that."
He tried to ignore the noise, but the
closed window hud. only slightly dulled
it and it was too maddeningly irreg
ular. He bounded out of bed and into
his slippers, threw a coat over his
Bhouldersand, stopping only to take a
"'iHa&g"Hjji
couple of croquet mallets from a closet
in the hall, hurried out of the house
and ran down the street toward Brith
erby's. ' The barking had stopped, but
he knew where to go.
He was almost at Morfew's when he
was aware of a ghostly white-clad fig
ure hastening toward him. The next
moment he was face to face with
Brltherby, who was in pajamas and
carrying a baseball bat.
For an instant they glared at each
other in the moonlight Then Brith
erby spoke: "So you thought it was
about time to do something, did you?"
he snarled. "I should think it was,
myself. A man who will keep a dog
like that I've got my opinion of, any
way." "What are you talking about?" de
manded Grallup. "I'm after that In
fernal dog that's been barking his
head off in your yard all night, if you
want to know. Do you mean to say it
isn't your dog?"
"I never owned a dog in my life,"
said Brltherby. "I thought it was
your dog and I was going to take the
liberty of killing him and you, too, if
you offered any objection."
"I had much the Bame idea," said
Grallup. "But. if it isn't your dog,
whose "
Furious barking interrupted him. It
came from the rear of Morfew's house.
"So it's his dog!" said Britherby.
"Now, what do you think of that!"
"I think as you do," said Grallup,
grimly. "Morfew's a good man in
some respects, but this is an outrage.
I suppose he's lying there snoring!"
"I'll tell you," said Britherby, pois
ing his club. "If you'll stand by me
I'll batter his door down and if he
doesn't get up and kill the beast, we
will."
"I'll just go you on that proposi
tion," said Grallup.
They pounded until Morfew came to
an upper window and asked them what
the dickens they wanted.
"We want you to come down and
do something with that dog of yours,"
said Britherby.
"You've no business keeping a brute
like that around," supplemented Gral
lup severely.
"Have you two been drinking or are
you just plain crazy?" asked Morfew.
"Routing a man o it of his rest at
this time of nighi! That's not my
dog, you lunatics. I don't own a dog.''
He slammed down the window.
The two laughed. Then Britherby
shivered.
"You'd better come back with me,"
suggested Grallup. "I've got some
medicine that's good for that and you
can wear my overcoat home.''
"Thanks, old man." said Britherby.
"Any other time I'll be delighted, but
I guess I'll get back to bed now."
He held out his hand and Grallup
grasped it cordially.
"Good night, old chap," said Gral
lnp. "I'll see you in the morning,
then." Chicago Daily News.
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