dsome. It had a driveway through it--handy for the
four or six teams that came to unload flour, sugar, salt, spices,
bolts of fabrics, farm implements, or what-have you. Handy, too, for
the rancher or miner that came to buy at retail (but in wholesale
quantities) a full year's supply of merchandise and food.

But in the changing economies of a fast-growing republic, the
warehouse plan was to take its place with the ox yoke, the spinning
wheel, the mustache cup, and the Prince Albert coat. Hard roads and
bridges took the place of ill-defined trails, and gasoline brought the
rancher to trading marts daily, instead of once a year.

Young Jethro Burns added a corral to the now useless warehouse and
traded in livestock. Joe Burns, of the next generation, closed off one
side of the driveway to make a storage room. But notwithstanding its
favorable location in the center of town, the room remained idle.
Except as a repository for a few odds and ends and its occasional uses
on election days, the old warehouse rested in its past glories. It was
an easy conquest for the persuasive, zealous Paul Curtis, the newly
arrived Nazarene minister, to gain permission for its use for church
purposes. Seemingly easy it was to commandeer many of the community's
extra chairs, benches, settees, and kegs to accommodate the limited
but growing congregation. A small platform was built at one end,
lights were added. And now, exhortations and songs of praise filled
the air that was once vibrant with the bawling of restless calves and
the bleating of timid lambs.

In the week preceding the event, a great muslin banner hung across the
warehouse front proclaiming:

UNIQUE ENTERTAINMENT!
Saturday Eve, 7:30

CIRCUS-SHOW MIDGET
WILL RELATE EXPERIENCES

Songs and Music
Admission--Free Will Offering.

COME!

David Lannarck was up bright and early Saturday morning. After feeding
and brushing Peaches, he dressed himself in his best clothes. Landy,
too, sensing the importance of coming events, improved his appearance
by buttoning up his shirt-front. The ride to the B-line was
unimportant. Adine Lough was ready with the roadster. By ten or eleven
o'clock the party was in Adot.

At the bridge they stopped to lay back the top. Adine drove slowly up
Main Street; Davy stood in the middle with his hand on Landy's
should