The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-09-24


down"
Then l hears some husky, excited
whisperin' outside, and the knockin'
continues.
WELL. who is it?' says l, rubin
my eyes.
"Oh, Mr. Torchy," comes a vaguely
familiar voice Come quickly"
Then another voice adds: Some
thing awful has happened. We've
knew it would"
ut must be Aletta and Urania,' p
says Wee, nudgin' me.
Good night" says l. "The've had
wire from Joralemon Street.
mo, it wasn't that. After I'd piled
out and thrown on some clothes and
opened the door a crack they gives lis
their duo staccato bulletin.
THAT Mr.. Perkins!" says Aletta
1.-THE one we thought wore a wig"
adds Urania. "The old bachelor"
"Well, what about him?" demands.
Hes missing" says Uronia.
"Out in the mountains" adds Aletta
breathless. He's been gone since din
ner time"
1--WE can see his room from ours, -
says Urania, land we know he hasn't
come in: We've been watching to
see."
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Maybe he slipped in without turnin'
on the light" says l. We'll give him
rap, anyway"
And sure enough there's no answer
from Perky.
$50 he must be lost" says Aletta-
"Or perhaps he's slipped on the
rocks and broken leg" suggests
Urania. "He usually goes up the
Lookout trail, too"
"Me?" says l. 81 don't know the
party And in the night doubt if l
could find the trail"
1--WE will all 60" adds Wee. "Then
if we find him, and he needs to be
carried, there1l be enough of us.
Honest, inside of three minutes
there they had me SO l could almost
see this Perkins guy lynn crumpled
up and moanin' at the bottom of some
deep ravine and me climbin' down to
do the noble rescue act.
"All right, says I. Anybody got
a pocket flashlight?"
Sure they had, both Aletta and
Ulania. I'VE never venture out of
Brooklyn without them" says Urania.
We've always said we wouldn't"
That's lucky" says I. Breeze
ahead"
l don't know what the night watch
man thought, seem me sneakin' out
in the middle of the night with three
women. He looked me over suspi-
cious anyway, but he didn't stop us.
And nobody seemed to think of such
a thing as askin' him to come along
We had a nice dewey ramble, too, on.
through the fields and up the side Of
that steep hill. Thank goodness the
moon was still up so we could see
somewhere where we were going
how them two Brooklyn old maids did
streak it ahead, with their funny
noses scentin' tragedy.
Here we are'" finally announces
Urania- There's the lookout, just
above u.s."
Call him now" urges Aletta.
So l starts the pagin' process by
roarin' out, in my best Polo Grounds
voice: "O-oo-h Perkins! Hey, Per
kins!"
Then we listened. But no reply from
Perkins.
Perhaps he has tainted" says AL
letta.
But he may be coming to-" sug-
gests Urania. Call again"
Which 1 does. COCOON, Perkins.
Hey. Perky! Where are you?"
"S-s-s-sh!" says Urania, 81 thought
heard something then"
$50 did l." says Aletta. From the
Lookout"
We'll, it's only step more" says
I. Lets go up. Here, let me take
flash and I'll lead"
So with the light thrown ahead of
me l climbs up the last grade and
then-well all of sudden / sees him
knew it was him all right, from the
description. Also l could recognize
the other party, for she'd been pointed
out to us that evenin' by our friends
as a widow from Washington. And
they was sittin' Struggled up on the lit
tie rustic bench where Aletta and
Urania had held forth that afternoon.
Neither of m seemed to be sufferin'
from broken leg or faintin' spell.
They was just blinkin' from the spot
light and Perkins seemed to be work
in up quite a neck color.
From all of which l get quick
bunch that maybe they didn't need
rescuin' after all. Still, couldn't ex-
actly turn and beat it without maxim
some kind of remark.
"Oh!". says l. Excuse us. You
amt lost or-or anything; Ell, Mr..
Perkins,"
Most decidedly not" he snaps