Mrs. Allen give a scream ‘n’ run.  Then I turned ‘n’ see every one runnin’, ‘n’ Mr. Shores in the lead.  They do say ’s he was so crazy ’t first ’t he seemed to think he c’d catch the Knoxville Express by tearin’ across the square.  But he give out afore he reached Judge Fitch’s, ‘n’ Johnny ‘n’ Hiram Mullins had to carry him home.  Well, it was a bad business at first, ‘n’ when she kidnapped the baby ’t was worse.  I was down in the square the day ’t Johnny come with that telegram too.  I remember Mrs. Macy ‘n’ me was the only ones there ‘cause it was Monday.  I wasn’t goin’ to wash ’cause I only had a nightgown ‘n’ two aprons, ‘n’ the currants was ripe ‘n’ I’d gone down to get my sugar, ‘n’ Johnny come kitin’ up fr’m the station, ‘n’ Mrs. Macy ‘n’ me didn’t put on no airs but just kited right after him.  Mrs. Macy always says she learned to see the sense in Bible miracles that day, f’r she had n’t run in years then, ‘n’ she’s walked with a stick ever since, but she run that day, ‘n’ Johnny bein’ tired ‘n’ Mrs. Macy ‘n’ me fresh—­she was a little fresher ’n me f’r I ’d been talkin’—­we all three come in on Mr. Shores together.  Seems like I c’n see him now.  He sort of shivered all over ‘n’ says, ‘Ah—­a telegram!’ ‘n’ Johnny says, ‘Jus’ come,’ ‘n’ then we all waited.  Well, Mrs. Lathrop, I guess I’ve told you before how he jus’ sort o’ went right up in the air!—­it said, ‘We have took the child,’ ‘n’ he bounced all over like a rat that ain’t good caught ‘n’ then he out ‘n’ away ‘n’ we right after him.  He kept hollerin’, ‘It’s a lie—­it’s a lie,’ but when he got home he found out ‘t Mrs. Shores had kep’ her word ’s usual.  Mrs. Macy put cold water to his head ‘n’ I mixed mustard plasters ‘n’ put ’em on anywhere ’t he was still enough, but all the same they had to lace him to the ironin’ board that night.  I hear lots o’ folks says ’s he’s never really knowed which end up he was walkin’ since, but I guess there’s more reasons f’r that ‘n her takin’ the baby.  My own view o’ the matter is ’t he misses his clerk full ’s much ’s he misses his family, f’r he’s got to tend both sides of the store at once ‘n’ he don’t begin to be as spry ’s that young feller was.  He can’t hop back ‘n’ forth over the counter like he used to; he’s got to go way back through the calicoes every time or else climb up in the window-seat over that squirrel ‘t he keeps there in a cage advertisin’ fur-lined mitts ‘n’ winter nuts.  Mr. Kimball ‘s forever makin’ one o’ them famous jokes of his over him, ‘n’ sayin’ ’t he never looks across the square without he sees Shores tryin’ to rise above his troubles ‘n’ his squirrel together, but I don’t see nothin’ funny in any of it myself.  I think it’s no more ‘n’ what he might of ’xpected.  He got the squirrel himself ‘n’ his wife too, ‘n’ she never did suit him.  He was all put out at first over her takin’ it so to heart ’t he wore a wig, ‘n’ then he was clean disgusted over the baby ’cause he wanted a boy ’t he could name after himself.  They said he all