The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1914-10-28


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what do you want with a boy in
the middle Of the night?" he demanded.
I'm going to church." insisted
Blackie. Wake me up when the boy
comes, won't you?"
The reply of ]. Rufus to that request
was inarticulate as he shutiied painful
ly back to bed He had just cast of
his slippers when the telephone bell
rang. The gently flowing Venetian lace
curtain of his own open window brush
ed his face. He pushed it aside. The
bell rang. The curtain gently brushed
his face. He dashed 1t aside. The
bell rang and rang. The curtain slap
ped him. He grabbed that curtain
with both hands and jerked 1t out by
| the roots.
"Oh, Jim, your telephone bells ring
ing" called Blackie cheerfully.
well, what is itT demanded Wal
lingford.
This is Charley Jackson" snapped
an equally aggravated voice in the tel
ephone. Say. Wallingford. you upset
the canary seed when you gave out
that interview to the Record. l thought
you knew the first principles. anyhow"
The leak had to come through you,"
insisted Wallingford sharply. You
had good start when you left here"
Il got home as sober as judsew in
dignantly denied Jackson. Il never get
picked, and II l did l wouldn't even
talk with my fingers"
| Wallingford's own judgment corrobo-
l Al. L..
though" he concluded. From what
you say about keeping Collop and Tun-
nison in the dark. you won't need to
show that thousand to the boys. so you
might us well bring 1t back"
81 don't know where 1t is" Jackson
promptly informed him. Il hid it. Say!
II bores me to sleep. anyhow, and
| think I'll take an eye opener and dress
and come right up to see you. Well
cook up some kind of mess"
Wallingford. turning resignedly away
from the telephone. glared suddenly
in the direction of the pink bedroom.
what in the maine Of heaven do you
call that noise?" he implored.
Il am singing" returned Blackie-
singing one of those sweet. soothing
old church hymns which come back to
Inc out of my happy childhood days;
only ! get the darned thing tangled up
in the second line with a slice out OF
my big song hit in The Lama's Goat.
and ! have to start all over again every
time. That's what may make it seem a
shade similar to itself, but even the
attempt is uplifting. You ought to try
1t, Jim. Suppose you take the bass, and
I'll sing it with you. Now. One. two
three! Ready. sing!'
Wallingford was able to chuckle at
last, as Blackie's clear voice in all
gravity began upon the good old
church hymn and he looked into the
pink bedroom Blackie's eyes were
wide open, but he had not moved a
muscle otherwise The door bell rang.
That's my boy" stated Blackie.
Let him in, Jim. and tell him to fill
the tub with cold water and stuff the
buttons in my stiffest shirt. and lay out
my gray cravat and straight collar
and shine my button shoes and get my
shaving kit ready, and hang fresh linen
in the bathroom and bring me a cigar
cite and a match, and do any otheI
little thing you may think Of. Aw
hunt" and he yawned in prodigious
comfort.
Wallingford jerked open the door
"Now you start and I'll tell you what
l want while you're going he directed
stood there. Il want some strong
coffee. two prairie oysters and this
mornings Record and don't want YOU