The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-10-22
By SEWELL FORD

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Harbor Hills"
HUH" says l. She'd give lesson
in anything to anybody, that woman.
ia almost worked up quite a LOT .
sympathy for Milton. tried to fiour
out "hat 1t must be like, being dictate
10 at every step, told where you mus
go and when you must come hack .
well as what you could eat and nrol
ably what you ought to think. Wbv
even her pet Pekinese had more indie
pendence than that. He would get OH
and roll in the mud occasionally RI
Milton hardly dared smoke a cigarett,
While wife was around I've seen hin
sneak1n' a puff or two on the slv in .
corner of the club veranda. The DOC,
prune,
And then here a short time bach
| begins the great revolt. First 7 knew
ABOUT 1t was one night at the club
When l discovers Milton stridin' bold
into the smokin' room with big black
cigar between his teeth. Not only that
out he stands around with his feet
wide apart and his chest thrown ont
and pretty soon he's lippin' into the
general debate-I believe it was about
which of the world series teams had
the best string of pitchers-and he
gives off some cock-sure opinions.
Next thing l know he's drifted over to
where little game of quarter ante
is going on and is sizin' up the play
critical.
Il say" he cuts in, what about let
ting me have a stack, eh?"
why, sure, old man." says one of
the crowd. Didn't know you were
an addict"
"Oh, I'm little rusty" says Milton,
but perhaps can brush up. Three
cards, please"
It's such an odd sight, seeing Mil
ton Wilde actin like a regular guy
that l had to tow Mr.. Robert in and
point it out to him.
What do you know about that?"
says l. Millions playing hockey"
"The wickid old boy!" says Mr.. Rob
ert. What if his wife found out?"
Don't says 1, You curdle my
blood"
All that evenin', too, 1 was expectin'
any minute to see her come leadin'
him by the ear out to the limousine
and lock him in. But nothing like
that happens. In fact, l didn't get a
glimpse of Mrs. Wilde at all, and when
we left along about 1145, Milton was
still sittin' in the game. He'd shed
his coat, and his hair was mussed,
and there was reckless look in his
eye as he bought fresh stack and
lighted another double Corona. l was
telling Wee about it as we drives back.
What do you suppose has happened
to make him act like that?" she asks.
III can make a better guess at
what's going to happen to him when
he gets home" says l, "but l wouldn't
like to harrow up your feelin's. Any
away, he's having a night out and !
guess it's coming to him. What I'm
wonderin' is, how many years it'll be
before he gets another"
But instead of that being Millions
finish it only seemed to be his start
Next time l saw him he was all dolled
up in tweed Knockers and a pivot
sleeve coat and is luggin' a golf bag
out to where our near Scotch pro. was
waitin to give him a golf lesson.
Huh" thinks |. "That means
Saturday afternoon and Sunday morn
in sessions, and maybe a flask on the
hip. Tut, tut, Milton! l don't be-
lieve you can get away with it."
He seems to, though. Anyway, in
side of month he's chummin' around
with other buffers and talkin' loud in
the loiker room about how if he could
get his mashie to workin' he thinks he
could make that first nine under go.
"Bet you ten you don't before they
put US on the winter green's" says
one of his dub foresome
You're on" says Wilde. "And by
next summer I'll be playing some Of
you sand-eaters dollar Nassau ever
up. You watch your Uncle Milton"
And as 1 tells Wee: Something
strange about all that, mighty strange
| You amt heard of Mrs. Wilde havin
been drugged or anything, have your
NO." says Wee, 81 see her goins
about as usual; in fact, she seem!
much more active than ever, for sh'
| always appears to be driving some
where or other in her car"
THAT don't explain Millions doings
though" said I. Looks like he'd slip
ped his leash for good. He's a change,
man"
Maybe I was more curious than
should have been, but l was SEER
more of Milton than I used to- Fo
one thing, he'd taken to ridin bac
and forth in the smokin' car. Nc
only that, but he was mixin' in wit
: sporty bunch of commuters-th
kind that are always gettin' up BETH
: pools on various events, and lettil
out loud haw-haws over some stor
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