Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1920-04-22

Her voice was her charm made audi
blew
"Rave some more" l pleaded
"You never talked better in your life"
"Don't be an ass" he said sourly.
Lets forget her and take 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 uncle's place"
"Your uncle played you nasty
trick" interrupted Searles; "gettlng
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 uncleF
The Bellman exclaimed
AS he angrily tinlkled his bell''f
ooh, 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 view to building
a play around him-the perfect uncle
unobtrusive, never clustering at his
nephew; translating the avunculal
relationship into something remote anc
chaste like a distant view OF Mount
washington in winter. 1t was just
like him to retire from business on
his sixtieth birthday and depart 1ol
the Orient there to commit the
shameless indiscretion of matrimony.'
Like him! 1t was the creates:
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 spen'
twenty years in the birmingham, the
dullast and most respectable hotel
in the world, and his chief recrea
T tion was a leisurely walk in the parH
before going to bed. You could Sc
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
was a date-and his favorite enter
tainment was vaudeville with black
face establishment preferred. But Il
his shy fashion he was kind AM
generous and mighty good to me-"
IF you hadn't gone to war, but ha
kept right at his elbow, the marrlag
migAt have been averted," suggeste
: Searles. "He did leave you some
thing, didn't he?"
"Fifty thousand cash and the righ
TO use the garage at the Barton farm
Calling it farm is joke; it's rock
mostly. He bought the house to hav
a place to store his prints aud ia
ceramics. He hated motoring exceI
in taxis up and down town, ard Wne
! I urged him to set UP machine
told he to go ahead and buy one an
build the garage. Told me Ia Dett'
fix I'D the studio in the garage al
have it as a place to work In. II
! will provides that l may lodge In II
garage for life"
'The estate footed million, as
remember, so I can't praise his gene
osity. But the widow, your unknoV
!" auntie, the body-snatcher who anne
cd the old boy-what of herT
~ "I've asked the trust company pc
r. - ple whether she's in sight anywhel
- and they assure me that she Is not
~ these shores. Terrence, the tnl
% vice president-you know TORY;
:. was in the class ahead of us at G
- lege the man who never smiles
~ TORY said she acknowledged the Ia
= remittance three months ago frc
/, Bangkok-whereve that is. Isuppo
~ the old girls resumed her tour OF
world looking for another retlr
merchant to add to her list"
az "very likely. To what matte
- tribe, or human group does this pr
49, atory person belongT"