Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1917-12-08
CALLED OUT OF TOWN
BY JOAN BUGGY.

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He knew what was coming. so he
was prepared. "Not very" he an.
swered.
"Oh, pshaw Well anyway, I'm 20.
ing to take a chance"
"Well?"
Get tickets for the matinee, won't
your"
Il had planned to go fishing"
Il just thought So that's why Pm
heading you off. Now be clever Jack,
and say yes. It's the best show of the
season."
Jack knew it and began to soften. II
don't know, sis, I'll see."
That's the spirit, big brother. You'll
thank me some day for saving your
life. It's too cold to fish. You'll get
pneumonia. And jackie" she paused.
"What is it?'
Get three"
He smelled mouse. "Why-"
FLO Van Buren's here"
He exploded. II Thought there was a
niger in the woodpile !"
She was accustomed to his roaring.
"All right, Jackie. Well be at your
office at two. And do be in an anna
BILE mood. Flo is dying to meet YOU"
I'm not going to spoil a perfectly
good Saturday afternoon trying to en-
terrain fool girl" he declared to him
self. "Tll get the tickets and leave
them here, but Pm going fishing"
Which he did.
He went home after lunch, changed
his clothes for all the old things he
could find in the attic, rubber boots
and all, and went out the back way
across lots, down the road and across
country to the river. No one saw him
except Susan, the second maid, who,
looking out of her own window, saw
him leave the yard.
IF those tramps don't stay away
from this place." she said, "Pm going
to ask Mr.. Newton to get a dog"
In the meantime Claire and her
guest went to Jacks Office promptly at
two. On the table was a note with two
tickets inclosed. Sorry not to be
with you, but was called out of town
on business. Have good time. Jack"
"The beast p cried Claire "Well,
We'll go to the theater, anyway, by
ourselves. / guess we'd better hurry.
What time is it?"
Flo pulled back her cuff to look at
her watch. "Why, lit isn't here! I
haven't got it; it's gone"
"Florence!"
eyes, sir, I've lost it And dad gave
1t to me when l graduated"
Claire looked her distress. ooh, I'm
so sorry, dear. It was the handsomest
one I've ever SEEN"
Claire called up the house. ut that
you, Susan? Will you look and see If
Miss Van Buren, left her watch there?
Look all around everywhere, I'll wait"
In five minutes Susan returned. mo, |
Miss Claire, don't see it. was just
thinkin' saw tramp leave the
house a while ago and I'll bet he stole
it,"
Claire screamed. whats wrongf"
cried Flo.
"It's gone-stolen! Susan says
tramp took it. I'm going to call up
the police" Which she did.
Jack Newton, sitting peacefully by
a bridge and putting at his pipe, heard
saw three black uniformed gentlemen
in black helmets riding his way and
evidently interested in him.
Brown hat turned down, old gray
suit and red sweater. It's him." said
one, riding quite close.
Eyes, it's me-" answered Jack, "and
wish you'd shut up and go away.
You're soaring all the fish,"
you're the fish we're after, my
man." answered the other. Stand up!"
We're going to search you"
They turned out poor Jacks pockets.
And there was the watch! One of the
policemen held it up triumphantly
Here's the watch he stole from the
Newton house. Come along with u.s."
But | didn't get that watch in the
Newton house. found 1t there on the
bridge"
"Tell that to the judge. Just now
shut up and come along"
There was nothing else to do, so
lack went
He would get no hearing until Mon
lay he knew, so he tried bribery Say,
bobby, when you telephone to the New
.ons that you found the watch, ask
Miss Claire to come to the station will
you? I'll see that you get something
lice for It,"
"All right, I'll see what | can do"
So at five o'clock Claire and Flo APP
,eared and were taken to the prison
RS quarters.
"Jack!" screamed Claire.
He grinned. ibid they give you the
watch? I found it on the bridge, but
hey pinched me for tramp"
"That's where we got out to fix the
ire - both explained at once.
"Jack, this is Miss Van Buren,. But
IL introduce you better when you're
tut of this horrid place. You've made
nice mess out of things this after
loon. Now don't you wish you'd gone