Omaha daily bee., 1920-12-16
Holding a Husband
Adele Garrison's New Phase OF
Revelations of a Wife
What Dicky Told Madgc About
Whistling Sam.


veranda. His dinner will he on
the table. he says. in exactly "a
minutes and SO seconds. and he al
lows that we can wash up in the
odd four minutes and stated seconds
So come along, old dear. Well find
Blues Rridge. I've got mental blue
prints OF the place strewn all over
me. Whistling Sam is some little
director, I'll tell the world"
rose. transferred the extra
sweater l had thrown across my
shoulders to Dicky's arm. and fell
into step beside him.
"Whistling Sam. ! assume. is the
name of the gentleman with the
FORK to whom you were talking" |
said demurely.
My husband glanced down at me
quizzically.
what marvellous intuition you
have" he said, with burlesqued ad-
miration. you guessed right the
very first time. Go to the head of
the class, pettyW
"But why Whistling Sam?" per-
sisted. is that all the name he
hasi" 4a
We had turned the corner of the
rambling. one-story building by this
time. and found ourselves in a wide,
grassy road, extending away from
the house through the trees.
This must be the motor road"
Dicky said, gazing down its sunlit.
dappled vista. There are loads of
motor parties who come down here
for dinner through the season. at
tracted by Whistling Sans cooking
and architecture"
Architectural" I echoed. "Do
you mean that he"
turned back to look at the quaint.
rambling cabin. which. seen in the
perspective through which we were
viewing it.. revealed itself as some
thing really beautiful, and far. far
removed from the commonplace.
Dicky Plans.
Built every inch of it with the
aid of one helper, an unskilled day
laborer, whom he keeps principally
to help him lift heavy logs. Oh.
he's a character, Whistling Sam ist
I've heard of him before, and I'm
mighty glad to get this chance to
view him at close range"
wisely kept silent, seeing that
Dicky was in a communicative vein.
and knowing from long experience
that an injudicious question might
make him register an imitation of a
clam.
Its to be supposed he has real
name, and folks, and other appurte-
nances of civilized human being.
But he never by any chance reveals
) anything concerning his history"
Dicky went on. "Whistling Sam he
calls himself, and Whistling Sam is
the only name he is ever called.
Even his mail is addressed that way.
He IS one of the best camp cooks
in the country they tell me-" Dicky
smacked his lips in burlesqued ap-
probation. "Buti he is more noted
for his wizardry in building. He's
done camps for many wealthy men
who'ye cothe here and seen this. He
asks so many dollars day, his ex-
penses, the transportation of his
tools, and the services lof one un-
skilled laborer in the vicinity of his
work. which he stipylates must be
. in the heart of the woods. Then he
fells trees, turns them into logs and
floor boards and trimmings, and
builds as large or as small a camp
as is ordered, And his results are
certainly fascinating. There's an
other of his buildings over there,
hunters camp, where men who come
down here hunting can stay all night
il they wish. OF course, this build
ing is mostly dining halls. with
kitchen and one sitting room. I've
half notion to grab some spot that
suits us up north. and have him put
up shack. What do you say?"
Tim Appears.
"Oh, Dickyl l exclaimed ecstatic-
ally. But even as the exclamation,
born of my artistic instincts, left my
lips | began to have doubts of the
practicality*of the scheme. Were
these houses suitable for house
keeping from a woman's point OF
view? saw a number of open
crevices, and decided that they were
not proof against mosquitoes, wan
dering insects or even an occasional
tiny snake should one decide to
make the inside OF the structure his
home
But I knew better than to qualify
that first asscnting cry. Dicky would
probably forget all about the scheme
ii Kept silent, while if | opposed it,
he would be almost certain to go in
aud engage Whistling Sam on the
spot and purchase the piece OF
ground for him to work OH when
he returned north
II thought it would get YOU" my
husband said approvingly "But
there's no hurry. III find out before
we 60 where | can reach him by
mail, then after we find a suitable
site | can communicate with hir1.
Look there-that must be Blues
Bridget"
We had come out upon long
bridge spanning the stream. il,
looked as if 1t were a most ancient.
structure, and rather tiTnorously
set my feet upon it, wondering, if it
might not be so old as to be danger
Gus. But one look at the massive
old timbers sustaining it reassured
me. They looked as if ore cen-
tury's wear would be but an incident
to their strength.
Below us guide was swabbine
out his canoe, which evidently Had
shipped some water AS he raised
his head at the sound of otir foot
steps l saw that he was the mar
named Tim, and again the pleasure
OF the day was darkened for me.
/ moved hastily away. wishing to
put as much space as possible be-
tween myself and the ill-omened fig
ure yet knowing in my heart that
sorie way I must contrive speech
with him unknown to any one else.