Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1910-12-30

Twenty-Five per-" laughed Hume,
in amazement. ito court a girl?"
Moneys no object, Mr.. Hume; 1
want the work done l wouldn't
quarrel about a lawyers fee when he.
writes my will is is like that.
Yonder comes our car. We can't tai
this inside. Is it a go?"
Sure thing"
The two men boarded the car and
We're flying on their way to Mana.
yunk- They sat side by side. and Mr..
Boyeril handed the blue coat dime,
lifting two fingers. It takes some
think like three-quarters of an hour
to ride from the heart of Philadel-
/ phia to Manayunk. Hume could not
forbear smiling at this whimsical adj
venture upon which he was engaged.
Suddenly a thought struck him. Hei
leaned over to the hectic ear of his
companion
Suppose l should suppose
Mr.. Boveril turned and gave him a,
steady look. I'D get somebody to-
head you Off"
She must be young"
Too young to marry"
"WnRt age?"
Eighteen"
The car fed on up past Paramount
park. There was full moon in the
sky that wove pale filtering of light
over the massed trees. AS they,
passed the Wissahickon the tumbling
waters at the dam cleaned white and.
managed to send note of its BARI
tone into the rafting car.
"A fine night for It," suggested
Hume, his heart warming to his task.
Mr.. Boveril nodded, pulled out a
fat gold watch. Nearly eleven That's
not very late. You might borrow a
guitar from somewhere. I'll listen
to you a little bit to see how you
perform. After tonight let me know
when you're coming around to sing,
and I'll stay away at the club. I'm
not much on music"
Sure" replied Hume easily; Meth
er am |. l used to sing in my board
ing house until the gentleman below
came up one night and offered to-
throw me out. You LaA7arstand. he
just took fancy to do something for
me, just as you did. / stopped. now.
ever, not wanting to put him to any
trouble"
MIR. Boveril smiled I'VE get of at
the next corner" he said
The Boveril mansion was located on
a hillside in Manayunk over toward
Roxborough. 1t stood white and
stately in the soft light on a terraced
lawn, up which clambered many
flights of marble steps Hume caught
a breath of admiration at the pile,
which was not wasted on the owner
'Tis pretty, isn't it?" he said, "and
to think that wasted on a drug clerk
she's my only child" The old fell
lows voice shook little. "I wish 1
could buy her half a dozen drug
clerks until she got tired of EN-"
AS they walked through the streets
of the suburb Hume visited many of
the despised drug stores until he hit
upon a guitar that could be had.
Armed with this the two plotters ap-
preached the mansion.
When they had climbed the third
terrace, Mr., Boveril took a seat on an
iron settee, and looked at the summer
moon while his accomplice stole
around to the designated window for
his work.
Presently Mr.. Boveril heard a
! thrum of chords and then a rather
pleasant tenor voice singing "Cuddle
| Up Little Closer" an air then run.
ming in popular musical comedy.
What night" murmured Mr..
! Boveril. and his voice isn't bad.
| though it seems to me I've heard It
before somewhere"
Within the heavy window frame a
girls head appeared with the first
notes. "Oh, Cranleigh." she whisper
ed, you must go away, darling. I'm
expecting Pop home any minute"
But Cranleigh's arms were about
her shoulders. He's already here
down on the third terrace, listening
to me sing"
What Cranleigh,' she whispered
in establishment. How did you get
away from the drug store?"
Cranleigh explained, struck bJs
guitar again. and once more Mr..
Boveril heard the lit, "Cuddle IN a
little closer, lovey mine lovey mine {"
This time It was in duet. and Mr.
Boveril wondered.