The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-03-19
both ends OF the route;

both ends of the routes
But Belinda's eyes are like the
sky, Belinda's hair is floss;
And Jim is black and plagued
with love, and doesn't care a
hooti
Oh, it's twenty miles to Vassar!
But it's fifty smiles at Vassarl
And it's other love-dovey things
in hosts beyond compare.
Oh. the love of dear Belinder
burns his heart into a Gin
| der
And Jim will be at vassar ere
the morning"
A slight redness crept up I'M
der the tan of Major Fathers
cheek. slight culver of the thin
nostril betrayed the fact that
Craighead's song had touched
some spot that thrilled-but
whether to laughter or anger no
one could tell. MIR. Craighead
asked If it would be necessary to
adduce more proof of his identity.
Twill the proof consist in fur
Their vocalization?" asked the ma
jor judicially.
"Oh, wise and upright Judge, "
replied Craighead, sit will consist
of ten other stanzas once sacred
to a select circle at West Point.
II an accompanies"
''In view of this" said the ma
jor, with undated dignity, 81
shall hear the case in private"
1 The MAJOR rose, and passed out
without a glance at the intruders.
The squad took them to his quar-
tiers, where he received them in
frozen stiffness; and stood aside
to let them into a library rather
well furnished with books.
! The major sat like craven
Image until the receding footsteps
were lost to the ear. Then he
rushed at Craighead, shook him
until his teeth chartered, laugh
! ing, slapping him on the back,
shaking his hands, and otherwise
showing such a reversal of form
from his official staidness that
Mr.. Waddy and Carson came in
dependently to the conclusion
that he had suddenly gone mad.
/ Craig! Craig" said he.
1"You COMPOUNDED old scapegrace!
I've an Internal good mind to
throw you In for ten years! And
that Belinda song you made up
about me! Blast you, the regula-
lions won't permit adequate pun
ishment! And sober, too! Tell
me all about yourself, confound
you. and introduce your friends!"
i with Mr.. Waddy's NAME" said
Craighead, you are familiar. He
lis the Millionaire owner of Speak
err Gum"
"Confoundedly sorry" said the
major. But if this reprobate,'
indicating Craighead, had limited
that he was our West Point dis
grace should have issued
passes, and"
4 ooh, that's all right" said Mr.
Waddy. Don't say no more
about it, Major"
and this" said Craighead, sis
the inventor and builder of our
air-ship, General Theodore Car.
: son, NJ. A."
"Glad to meet you, General
said the major. mot in oul
army"
: mot in any," said Carson. ats
a pleasantly of Mr. Craighead' s.
: quite sol" replied the major,
shaking hands again. But il
was confoundedly irregular to
run the guard, you know"
1--WE didn't intend"
! "Not a word" said the major
you must dine with me-Mrs
Fathers will waive ceremony.
: She isn't Belinder. Craig,-you
disreputable old dog,-disguised
as sober mai! Could be hang
ed as a spy! Twenty Miles to
j Vassar," in headquarters! No
body but Craig-let's write let
ter to Bill Alexander-in Guam
i The major was as complaisant
now as he had been unyielding
He and Craighead talked out the
Belinda episode, the expulsion of
Craighead, the slowness of promo
lions, the aeronef company, and