The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-11-03
BUTTINC IN
 BY PERRY NEWBERRY

Hes excited and feverish. You go home and telephone for the doctor. mething's wrong"
 M1lly billy obeyed, wondering how anything could have gone wrong, ana she so careful to carry our physicians instructions to the letter. When she returned the patient was thrashing around in delirium, and the doctor looked sen,ous as he questioned her.
 T told him I didn't like politi- cians,' she explained. That's all I said" The doctor grinned, gave the wiIlow-ware man a sedative and promised to be back in the after noon.
 During that afternoon Milly billy headed off three messeng gers at the top of the first landing before their noisy footsteps could awaken her patient, and told them that no MT. Bolton was there or whereabouts. to her know edge She also met me there, very much to my surprise. and also hers We said ''Milly DiIly," and "UncIe Johnnyr in chorus, with the same infection of astonishment.
 How did you find me?' from her mixed up with ''Why are you here?" from me, in a confusion of words. In fact, we neither of us were at all strengthened around in our minds when she let me tiptoe up the second flight and look at the invalid.
 I was glad to find Mrs. Holmes there. Bolton opened his eyes l leaned over the bed.
 Hello, Whisp!" he said in a voice that resemb1ed my own.
 whats the matter, Butt-In ?" asked. There isn't any resemblance between Butt-In and Battling as you pronounce them. not a bit; but that girl beside me thought I said Bat tling'
 Some one tried to bean me, and I picked up an accidental bullet in the confusion. Nothing much. I'll be all right tomorrow His voice trailed off into a whisper
 turned to Mrs. Holmes. She shook her head, and I gatherd it was pretty serious. Milly billy pushed me away from the bedside.
 "He musn't talk" she said firmly. Come out on the porch"
 When I had followed her, and she had closed the door. she began:
 "You can tell dad you found me just as soon as you please, and you can tell him that Pm going to marry him, too. So, there I know he's a pugilist; he told me; and that don't matter. It's better than being a pol
 
 so.
 And Mrs. Holmes is with me, and chaIperontng me all right, and Pm not coming home until he gets better and knows me. There! Tell dad that! And am twenty-three years old, and improve with age, and the older the better-no that's whisky-and-and -and-' She put her head on my old shoulder and cried out her wearr- ness and worriment. I think I comforted her a bit. [ told her her dad would be glad to have her marry Butt-In; that he low ed him like a son already; and that we'd have been moved over to her l house just as soon as the doctor would allow it.
 And I went away wondering how she ever got to know and love Butt In Bolton. and what the deuce his program was for tomorrow, With three hundred telephone girls and six rubbernecks.
 Mil1y billy did two other things that evenng-in1portant things. one was to look at an oil portrait of her | self on the easel by the north win dow and wonder how he could get so good 8 likeness from memory; the | other, to glance over a pictured page of the Sunday Sentinel. handed her by MT. Holmes.
 The picture and the head-lines were enough to give her understand ing at last, and she buried her head On the pillow beside the willow-ware mans and told him in whispers that she was a har-liar-Iiar! She loved politicians just as much as she did pugiHsts! And he under stood.