Up to the Stockton mansion. Yes, I may have to
take official action on it."
"How's that?"
"Why, Mr. Muchmore was in here a while ago. He came to see me in my
official capacity as justice of the peace, and not postmaster. He
wanted a warrant for the arrest of Chester Randel, and I made out one.
The next thing is to arrest that good-for-nothing lad, but he's like a
flea, I never can catch him when I want him. I've got another warrant
for him too."
"What's that for?"
"Oh, he robbed Deacon Stanton's apple orchard. Not that taking apples
is such a crime, but the deacon insisted on a warrant, and I had to
make one out."
"Are you going to arrest Chester?"
"If I can catch him, but I'm so busy with mail lately that I ain't got
much time to arrest anybody. 'Pears everybody is sending out souvenir
postals, with pictures of the new engines on 'em, and it takes a lot
of time to read and sort 'em."
An enterprising stationer in town had ordered a supply of postals
made, with pictures of the new fire apparatus, and he sold quite a
number. Bert thought the postmaster's talk gave him a good opening to
ask certain questions.
"I wonder if Mr.
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