Hank Was All Right

"I never took to a man as I did to Hank Stnffer. Ho moved in here without makin no noise about it, and they hain't no botter ncighbor in th ' county. " It was Farmer Waddy that was doing the talMng, and the squire of the towuship only interrapted to ask whether the farmer had ever missed any chickens or shotes before Hank settled in the vicinity. "No, I never did," admitted Waddy, "but I never lost mithm of th' kind afore yon got that new man of yours. I'd trust Hank Stuffer with my life, squire. ' ' "Don't be too confldin, " insisted the squire. "Many'sth' applel've seen that looked perfeo' on th'outside, but was rotten at th' core. Hank seems all right, but I wouldn't be surprised no day to see hini fetchcd up aforo me. Things hain't right in this communerty since he jined it. " "That's so, but there's a milliou things happened outside of Hank's comin. His folks couldn't eat all th' things what's stole, an he don't sell nuthin. ' ' "Wateh him, " insisted the squire. And he took his leave with a fine imitation of the man who looks after the moráis of the entire neighborhood. Farmer Waddy did wateh, and he faired others to help him watch. If this were fietion, it would be the squire or his new man who was trapped. But truth is an exacting mistress. It was a worthless fellow living in a log hermitage that was doing all the stealiug. It hasn't the slightest bearing on the case that he was sellinsr all the plunder to