New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1921-10-06

the pain, and l saw that he held his
mothers crumpled letter to me in
his hand. Il don't need to be named
Poe or Doyle to deduce that my be-
loved mater is at the bottom OF
your sudden flight to the bosom of
nature and all the rest of it," he rat
tied on. Il just found a letter from
her, in which she raves about Katie,
blessed if I can tell what she's getting
at, and then 1 see this crushed.
epistle in yopr work basket, and it
percolates through my alleged brain
that you must be a bit peeved. So,
like a well-trained husband, 1 trot in
search of wife, bringing the Offend
ing thing with ME. What's it all
about, dear hearth"
Dicky Is Emphatic
A quick, malicious impulse prompt
ed me to answer demurely:
81 have to go home, that's all
Have to go home The devil
you do 1 guess you have two or
three thinks coming abouS that.
Where do you get that home fitting
stuff?
Better read your mothers letter, "
1 suggested Hstlessly.
well, since you're so enthusiastic
about it, guess I will" he retorted
| offended, and the next minute he had
smoothcd out the crushed letter, torn
| off the envelope flung it down at his
! feet, and begun to read the enclosure
L stopped and retrieved the envelope
| folding it and tucking it into my
pocket for future burning. I have a
dislike, which I am afraid amounts
| to fussiness, of any litter of paper in
! the woods.
Dicky grinned maliciously as he
saw my action. He was Swimming
hastily through the inconsequential
! first pages of the letter, and his at
tention was but partly engaged.
| you must be a throw-back tc
some New England spinster ances-
tress," he commented, and then his
| lips pursed into a low whistle, and
saw that he had come to the portion
of his mothers letter to me which
described Katie's strange actions. He
read the letter through to the end
turned back to that page, read to the
/ end again, then crumpled She letter as
I had done and tossed it into my lap
II don't know which is the nut
| tier :" he exclaimed - katie OF
mother. But I know who takes the
first prize for 1unacy, and that's 8
lady by the name of Margaret Spencer
Graham. You have to go home for.
sooth ! Why? Because Katie, fec
| up on all the blood-and thunde,
cinemas in the country, has cater
something that gave her the night
mare or the jim Jams. and mother
with her usual propensity for load
ing your shoulders with all the
household troubles proceeds to sent
an 6. O. S.. for you? Not on you
golden wedding day! Let mother AM
Elizabeth handle Katie. 1t will be 4;
profitable if not an amusing exper
fence for all three of them"
81 Need Chaperone."
But, Dicky," I protested, "I neet
be gone only two days-three at tn
longest. And Junior, with Lillian
and Marion and Mrs. Cosgrove, t.
say nothing of you"
at isn't Junior who needs you
protecting care" he retored wrath
fully. Its Senior If you think 70
one minute that you're going t.
bring that damsel who thinks She
understanding Delilafn into thi
pleasant farmyard, turn her loose
and then bolt yourself, you're dis
tinctly mistaken. I need a chaperon
I do, with that lady loose in the CORA
and by heck I'm going to have one
I told you the other day, didn't
that I was through. Well, I mean
it! No more philandering for mine
I'm perfectly willing to be- decen
to your friend and I'll entertai
her with all the regular mountain
life stunts you say, but you're goin
to be right on the job with me, an
you're not going home until I d.
so just file that information away
your brain for future reference
Come on, let's go back to the nous
It's dinner time
And as with his supporting han
beneath my elbow I climbed the as
cent, l did not know which motto
swayed me more, the apprehensiv
premonition which I could not dow
concerning Katie's actions or a pur,
ly faminine delight at his surprisir
dictum concerning Bess Dean.
she could but have heard his lit
speech my cup of malicious pleasul
, would have brinmed ove~