The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1918-04-04

of voice that tod me she liked # Il
have to ask you a dreadfully embar.
RAISING question"
"All right" commanded. "Shoot.
would you mind very much kissing
n lady who Is not as young as she was
once?"
Would l mind?" l said, taking her
hands. i've been thinking OF nothing
else for two years"
81 meant" disengaging her hands
gently, would you mind kissing moth
er good night? She is acting very Pc
culiarly this evening, as you KNOW
and she says she won't 60 to sleep
until you kiss her."
was touched at the old lady's fond
ness for me. We went in. She was
lying tucked up In bed, with a night
cap tied firmly under her chin.
Lucille made me come to bed" Mrs.
Green volunteered, her bright eyes
swapping with wakefulness. ITS all
nonsense. Don wanna be In bed. l
wanna get up and go somewhere with
you and eat"
There, there" said Lucille, "the doc
tor says not to eat anything"
YES" snapped her mother, land I'll
bet he had just had his dinner when
he said it. know place to eat over
In town, beautiful BIainey-lots Of fine
steaks. chops and roas' beef. Guess
I'll get up
She started to throw back the COW
ers, but Lucille forcibly restrained her.
"You said you would go to sleep II
I brought Mr.. Blainey In to see you"
she said.
The old lady eyed me with evident
suspicion. rs he going to kiss me
good night?" she demanded.
assured her that was there for no
other purpose.
"A' right" she sighed; then I'll 60
to Sleep"
And she did, or at lest we didn's
hear another sound from her that
evening
When we left the room and closed
tie door softly Lucille put her hand on
my arm and said: Thanks, Monty. II
was awfully silly, but didn't know
how else to quiet her. You won't
think anything of it, will you?
"Of course not. It's all in the family
anyhow. or if it isn't wish it were, y
I hazarded, emboldened by the pres
sure on my arm. For the moment
could not have been any happier If
had been fed.
After awhile the telephone man came
downstairs in a suit of Bopp's clothes
light flannel trousers, outing shoes
fancy shirt, soft collar, tie and blue
serge coat. The tOgs fitted him re-
markably well, and except for a YER
nacular line of conversation the man
did not seem ill suited to the clothes.
At any rate, liked him better than
l did Bopp.
What to do with him seemed to be
puzzling Lucille. 1t didn't seem right
to ask him to 60 out in the kitchen and
drink water all by himself, and there
was no other place to put him unless
he stayed in the living room with us
Before she could decide one way OF
the other he seated himself comfortably
and proceeded to entertain us with
considerable conversation about him
self.
II amt a Rube," he volunteered. 'I've
been near enough Fifth avenue tC
know good clothes when see 'em, anC
l have to admit that Mr.. Bopp is
swell dresser. l only work here in the
summer time. In the winter l Stich
around within sight Of the statue Oi
Liberty. I'm a wire Taper"
"a wire tapper?" repeated Ropp
isn't a wire Taper sort Of crook?'
Not compared to burglar. Wire
tapping is just high finance"
His name, it appeared, was Harold
Kent. He was married, was Social
ist in feeling If not in theory, had beer
jockey, a tout, telegraph operator
and hoped to learn to fly an aeroplane
Otherwise his was an uneventful his
tory.
CTo BE CONTINUED1