He came to our house. He sat down and said to father, "Mr. Chard, I hear Gladys is making moonshine."

"Probably she is. I don't know what she does. Gladdy, you got any of that wine left? Get a glass for Mr. Mercer."

I brought him a glass and he poured it out. I can see him now. He took the glass and he tipped it back. "Ah, not bad, not bad."

Father said, "That's what Gladdie is making. For some old woman who got the tummy ache."

Ranger Mercer said, "Got any more?"

"Yes, Mr. Mercer. Would you like to have a bottle? You could have it if you want it."

"Oh no. You keep it, I don't want it."

That was all right. He went on and never said any more about it.

Later, the Hudson Bay Company fella came and I gave him a good bottle. I knew he would never tell.

I put this story in Them Days a few years ago. Frank gets Them Days all the time. I wonder what he thought when he read it.