The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1920-04-16

Her voice was her charm made audi
blep
"Rave some morel" / pleaded.
"You never talked better in your life.'
Don't be an ass" he said sOurly.
Lets forget her and take a squint
at your affairs. Just what do you
mean to do with yourselfT
my shoulder still creaks little, and
the doctors advise me to sit around
for a while. They offered me some
jobs in Washington, but desk work
and inspection duty are too tame after
a couple of years spent in star climb
Ing. I'm going up to Barton-On-the-
Sound and I'll camp In the garage on
my uncie's place"
"Your uncle played you a nasty
trick" interrupted Searles; "getting
married and then adding to the crime
by dying. You couldn't beat that for
general spitefulness."
"Do you remember The immortal
lines:
"'Oh, skip your dear uncle!
The Bellman exclaimed
Al he angrily tinkled his belP'3
"Oh, I'm not knocking the dead" no
protested. "Mr. Bashford always
struck me as a pretty decent, square
sort of chap, and not at all the
familiar grouchy uncle Of fiction and
the drama. made notes on him from
time to time with a view to building
a play around hlm-the perfect uncle
unobtrusive, never clustering at his
nephew translating the avunculai
relationship into something remote and
chaste like distant view Of Mount
Washington in winter. 1t was just
like him to retire from business on
his sixtieth birthday and depart for
the Orient, there to commit the
shameless indlscretion of matrimony.'
Like him! 1t was the greatest
shock of my life. To the best of my
knowledge he never knew any women
except the widow of his partner in the
importing house. She was about
eighty and perfectly safe. He spent
twenty years in the birmingham, the
dullast and most respectable hotel
in the world, and his chief recrea
ton was leisurely walk in the park
before going to bed. You could SCI
your clock by him. Pretty thin pick
ing for a dramatist, should think
He used to take me to the theatel
regularly every other Thursday-l'
was a date-and his favorite enter
tainment was vaudeville with black
face establishment preferred. But II
his shy fashion he was kind ant
generous and mighty good to me"
IF you hadn't gone to war, but hat
kept right at his elbow, the marriage
might have been averted," suggested
Searles. "He did leave you some
thing, didn't he?"
"Fifty thousand cash and the RICH
to use the garage at the Barton farm
Calling it farm is Joke; it's rock
mostly. He bought the house to hav
place to store his prints 0hd ia
ceramics. He hated motoring excep
in taxis up and down town, ard whe
| urged him to set up machine, h
told he to go ahead and buy one an
build the garage. Told me I'd bette
fix I'D the studio in the garage an
have 1t as a place to work In. iii
will provides that l may lodge In tn
garage for life"
'sThe estate footed a million. as
remember, so l can't praise his gene
osity. But the widow, your unknow
auntie, the body-snatcher who amer
ed the old boy-what OF her|
"Pve asked the trust company PEI
ple whether she's in sight anywher
and they assure me that she is not o
these shores. Terrence, the thir
vice president-you know TORY; !
was in the class ahead Of us at co
lege. the man who never smiles
. TORY said she acknowledged the las
remittance three months ago frol
Observation-Disclosures that is. 1suppos
the old girls resumed her tour of Il
world looking for another retire
merchant to add to her list"
every likely. To what natio
tribe. or human group does this pre-
atory person belongT