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— 656 and out at will. A wagon passed him, loaded with forage and headed toward the gate opening on the London road. The driver was alone on the seat, but the tailboard was down, and the batman, setting his basket of coal inside the first entry he saw, swung in and sat down on a sack of feed. He made no attempt to hide himself, for if he had, and if the guard on the gate should see him, he would be hauled out, questioned, and the game would be up. ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, So he lounged against the side of the wagon, taking his chance. The sentry knew the driver, who raised his whip in salute, unconscious that he was carrying a passen- ger. The batman nodded too, as if he were a member of a fatigue party going out to deliver feed at the remount station. The sentry gave him a doubtful look, but let him pass, and once outside the gate and well away from the garden the batman let himself down and turned toward the Red Lion. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK U Lv} U KITCHEN NIGHTS H E has a sitting room at home, A parlor and a den With all the modern comforts there To please the best of men— Easy chairs and soft divans And bric-a-brac about; But he hits it for the kitchen When the family is out. He likes to sit before the stove In a creaking Light up an old rocking chair, clay pipe he owns And puff away for fair, Then as he smokes to stroke the cat And rock and rock and rock As she keeps purring to the tick Of his old Thomas clock. The folks would throw conniption fits | If they should ever guess His evenings by the kitchen fire Brought him happiness; But just before they’re all due back — He sees the cat is fed, Turns out the lights, shakes down the fire, And saunters off to bed. Not often does he find the chance To dream his dreams content And make believe that he’s back home Where boyhood days were spent; *Tis seldom he is left alone But don’t you ever doubt— He hits it for the kitchen When the family is out. — - =. Percy W. Reynolds. | 1A pom E Col _—~ ‘oe > Sab — oo, ose — o ace