Mandelberger had
just presented him with a bouncing baby boy. Congratulations, W. J."
I coughed apologetically, but Elmer rattled the paper just then, and
did not notice me.
He went rumbling on: "William Arker, of Popolomus, and Miss Myrtle
McGee, of Turkey Valley, were united in the holy bonds of matrimony on
the sixth ultimo."
"Elmer," I said sharply, thumping the floor with a crutch.
Spiker turned slowly.
"Oh," he exclaimed, "is that you? Excuse me; I was reading the news.
Everybody ought to keep up with what's happenin'. The higher up we
gits on the ladder of human intelligence, the more news we have--we can
see furder."
Having evolved this sage remark, Elmer twisted back to his old position
and raised the paper.
"Now mind this," he said. "Jonas Parker and his wife and four of his
children were----"
"See here," I cried, pounding the floor again. "I don't care for Jonas
Parker and all of his children. Where is Mr. Weston?"
"Oh," said Elmer, "excuse me. I thought you had come to see me.
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