“It was very funny with the priest,” said the sexton. “In the report to the commune she died of heart trouble. We knew she had heart trouble here. She used to faint in church sometimes. She did not come for a long time. She wasn’t strong to climb. When the priest uncovered her face he asked Olz, ‘Did your wife suffer much?’ ‘No,’ said Olz. ‘When I came in the house she was dead across the bed.’ “The priest looked at her again. He didn’t like it. “‘How did her face get that way?’ “‘I don’t know,’ Olz said. “‘You’d better find out,’ the priest said, and put the blanket back. Olz didn’t say anything. The priest looked at him. Olz looked back at the priest. ‘You want to know?’ “‘I must know,’ the priest said.” “This is where it’s good,” the innkeeper said. “Listen to this. Go on Franz.” “‘Well,’ said Olz, ‘when she died I made the report to the commune and I put her in the shed across the top of the big wood. When I started to use the big wood she was stiff and I put her up against the wall. Her mouth was open and when I came into the shed at night to cut up the big wood, I hung the lantern from it.’ “‘Why did you do that?’ asked the priest. “‘I don’t know,’ said Olz. “‘Did you do that many times?’ “‘Every time I went to work in the shed at night.’ “‘It was very wrong,’ said the priest. ‘Did you love your wife?’ “‘Ja, I loved her,’ Olz said. ‘I loved her fine.’” “Did you understand it all?” asked the innkeeper. “You understand it all about his wife?” “I heard it.” “How about eating?” John asked. “You order,” I said. “Do you think it’s true?” I asked the innkeeper. “Sure it’s true,” he said. “These peasants are beasts.” “Where did he go now?” “He’s gone to drink at my colleague’s, the Löwen.” “He didn’t want to drink with me,” said the sexton. “He didn’t want to drink with me, after he knew about his wife,” said the innkeeper. “Say,” said John. “How about eating?” “All right,” I said. A PURSUIT RACE WILLIAM CAMPBELL had been in a pursuit race with a burlesque show ever since Pittsburgh. In a pursuit race, in bicycle racing, riders start at equal intervals to ride after one another. They ride very fast because the race is usually limited to a short distance and if they slow their riding another rider who maintains his pace will make up the space that separated them equally at the start. As soon as a rider is caught and passed he is out of the race and must get down from his bicycle and leave the track. If none of the riders are caught the winner of the race is the one who has gained the most distance. In most pursuit races, if there are only two riders, one of the riders is caught inside of six miles. The burlesque show caught William Campbell at Kansas City.