barn. Cutter thought he knew a great deal
about horses, and usually had a colt which he
was training for the track. On Sunday morn-
ings one could see him out at the fair grounds,
speeding around the race-course in his trot-
ting-buggy, wearing yellow gloves and a black-
and-white-check traveling cap, his whiskers
blowing back in the breeze. If there were any
boys about, Cutter would offer one of them a
quarter to hold the stop-watch, and then drive
off, saying he had no change and would "fix it
up next time." No one could cut his lawn or
wash his buggy to suit him. He was so fastidi-
ous and prim about his place that a boy would
go to a good deal of trouble to throw a dead
cat into his back yard, or to dump a sackful of
tin cans in his alley. It was a peculiar combi-
nation of old-maidishness and licentiousness
that made Cutter seem so despicable.

He had certainly met his match when he
married Mrs. Cutter. She was a terrifying-
looking person; almost a giantess in height,
raw-boned, with iron-gray hair, a face always
flushed, and prominent, hysterical eyes. When
she meant to be entertaining and agreeable,
she nodded her head incessantly and snapped
her eyes at one. Her teeth were long and

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