The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1918-05-17
stairs Bopp yelled down. Monty. Mn.
Green wants ycu to come upr'
started, but Lucille stopped me.
a. aIx har whaf sha wanfa

III oOpp uhN Tic dDsWcT.
'She says she isn't going to sleep
until she sees her beautiful friend
Monty. If he doesn't come up she'll
come down"
Lucille, blushing, went up to explain
to her mother that her request was
impossible. From behind the closed
door of Mrs. Green's room there issued
sounds of an argument supplemented
by weeping.
Eventually Lucille came to the top of
the stairs and called, Monty
How different that name sounded
when she used it, l bounded up the
stairs When / say bounded | mean
it. 1t was the first time that | had
done anything like that in years.
Lucille stood leaning over the banis-
ter, perplexed and troubled, her face
flushed and her hair becomingly dis
arranged as If she had been engaged
In physical contest of some sort. /
stopped on the stairs below her.
''The blessed damosel leaned out
From the gold bar of heaven"
I quoted.
Don't be silly" she said In tone
of voice that told me she liked it. 81
have to ask you a dreadfully embar-
RAISING question"
"All right" | commanded. "Shoot."
"Would you mind very much kissing
q lady who Is not as young as she was
once?'
would I mind?" I said taking her
y, i,,t- Of
else for two years"
"I 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 go 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.
wanna get up and go somewhere with
you and eat"
'aFhere, there" said Lucille, "the doc
tor says not to eat anything"
YES" snapped her mother, "and III
bet he had Just had his dinner when
he said it, l know place to eat over
In town, beautiful Blainey-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
o I brought Mr.. Blainey in to see you"
a she said.
The old lady eyed me with evident
suspicion. as he going to kiss me
good night?' she demanded.
Y | assured her that l was there for nc
other purpose.
!. "a right" she sighed; then I'll go
!, to sleep"
: And she did, or at lest we didn't
hear another sound from her that
evening.
f, When we left the room and closed
, the door softly Lucille put her hand on
my arm and said: Thanks, Monty. 1t
was awfully silly, but I didn't know
how else to quiet her. You won't
think anything of it, will your 7
"Of course not. It's all In the family
anyhow, or if 1t isn't l wish it were"
| hazarded, emboldened by the pres
sure on my arm. For the moment I
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 toys fitted him re-
markedly WELL and except for a YER
nacular line of conversation the man
did not seem i'll suited to the clothes.
At any rate, l liked him better than
| did Bopp.
What to do with him seemed to be
puzzling Lucille. 1t didn't seem right
to ask him to go 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 or
the other he seated himself comfortably
and proceeded to entertain us with
considerable conversation about him.
self.
Il amt Rube," he volunteered. I've
been near enough Fifth avenue to
know good clothes when l see 'em, and
| have to admit that Mr. Bopp is
swell dresser. only work here ia the
summer time. In the winter | stick
around within sight of the statue of
Liberty. I'm wire Taper"
"A wire tapperT repeated Bopp.
Isn't wire Taper sort of crook? p
mot compared to burglar. Wire
tapping is just high finance"
His name, it appeared, was Harold
Kent He was married, was a Social
list in feeling If not in theory, had been
a jockey, tout, telegraph operator,
and hoped TO learn to fly an acceptance
Otherwise his was an uneventful his
tory.
CTO BE CONTINUED