The Independence Day Horror at Killsbury

"Certainly! certainly Dan! Independence Day is every dog's day, most assuredly it is; and business concerns are apt to move rather circuitously. Fons," he added, turning to a youthful looking lad at his side, "suppose we take 'The Round About,' since there's no carriage and we have to walk. We might as well make it worth while, you know. I haven't walked around that way for years, most assuredly I haven't."

Fons assented and they walked on at a brisk pace.

"How many of those patriotic packages have you, Fons?"

"If you mean my improvements on 'The Sacred Mandarin,'" laughed Fons, "I have enough yet to hold up the town, although I left a good sprinkling of them at every station and sowed them about six deep among the employees while you were hunting up Dan. I'm going to advertise in earnest this time."

"Well, I've got half a dozen. That will be enough. We won't be apt to meet more than one or two boys after we bra