The Tupelo journal., 1911-04-07
CHAPTER VIII. (Continucd.)

From Officer Flanagan to Mrs.
Maggie Flanagan, Erin street.
Dear Maggie:
AS soon as you receive this. go
down to Mac and tell him the story as
/ tell you hear. Tell him | was walk
in my beat and I'd been afther seen
Jimmy Alverni about doin the right
thing for Mac on Monday, at the
poles, when | seen a man hangin sus-
picious around this house, which is
Mr.. Wilson'S, on Ninety-ifth. And,
of coorse, afther chasin the man a
mile or more, l lose him, which was
not my fault. So | go back to the
Wilson house, and tell them to be
careful about closin up fer the night.
and while I'm standin In the hall, with
all the swells around me, sparkin
with jewels, the board of health sends
a man to lock US all in, because the
Jap that's been waiter has took the
smallpox and gone to the hospitle. I
stood me ground. I SEE, SEE |, you
amt shtop an officer in pursute of his
duty. l rafuse to be shut in. Be
shure to tell Mac that.
So here | am, and like to be for a
month. Tell Mac there's four votes
shut up here. and ! can get them for
him, If he can stop this monkey bust
ness.
Then go over to the Dago church
Saint Anthony's box. He'll see me
out of this scrape. right enough. Do
1t at once. Now remember, go to
Mac first; maybe you can get the
dollar from him, and mind what you
tell him. Your husband,
TIM FLANAGAN.
From me to mother-Mrs. Theodore
McNair, Hotel Hamilton, Bermuda.
Dearest Mother:
l hope you will get this before you
read the papers. and when you do read
them, you are not to get excited and
worried. l am as well as can be, and
Der to have been in my life. We are
quarantined, a lot of us. in Jim Will
sons house, because his irreproach-
able Jap did a very reproachable
thing-took smallpox. Now read on
before you get excited. His room has
been fumigated, and we have been
vaccinated. / am well and happy. I
can't be killed in a railway wreck or
smashed when the car skids. Unless
! drown myself in my bath, or jump
through a window, positively nothing
can happen to me. So gather up all
your maternal anxieties and cast
them to the Bermuda sharks.
Anne Brown is here-see the papers
for list-and If she can not play pro-
priety. Jimmy's Aunt Selma can. In
fact, she doesn't play at it; she works.
! have te~lephoned Lizette for some
clothes-enough for a couple of weeks,
although Dallas promises to get us
out sooner. Now, DEAR, do go ahead
and have a nice time, and on no ,ac-
count come home. You could only
have the carriage to stop in front OF
the house, and wave to me through a
window.
Mother. l want you to do something
for me. You know who is down there.
and-this is awfully delicate, mumsy
but he's a nice boy, and | thought
/ liked him. l guess you know he has
been rather attentive. Now, ! do like
him. mumsy. but not the way l
thought l did, and l want o to-
very gently, of course-to discourage
him a little. You know how / mean
He's a dear boy, but i am so tired OF
people who don't know anything but
horses and motors.
And, oh, yes-do you remember q
girl named Lucille Mellon who was at
school with you in Rome? And that
she married a man named HARRISON?
Well, her son is here! He builds rail-
roads and bridges and things, and he
even built himself an automobile
down in South America, because he
couldn't AFFORD to buy one, and burned
wood In it! Wood! Think Of It'll
/ wired father In Chicago for fear
he would come rushing home. The
picture in the paper Of the face at
the basement window Is supposed to
be Mr.. HARRISON, but Of course It isn't
any more like him than mine Is Ike
me.
Anne Brown mislaid her pearl col
lar when she took It on last night,
and has fused herself into q sick
headache. She declares II was stolen!
Some Of the people are playing bridge.
Betty Mercer u doing i ces1e-WaIk to
the sRhapsodie Honxroise-Jim -