Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1922-11-21
THE REASON LILLIAN BADE
MADGE FACE MOTHER GRAHAM

'Katc!' / gaspcd, Mortified at the
girls impudent speech to the intrusive
reporter, of which she had just gleefully
told us.
"You did perfectly right, Katie" Lii
lian interposed, laughing. "And what
you said to young Mr.. II. Edouard
| Smythe' she glanced mirthfully at
the card she still held-"isn't circum-
stance TO what he's hearing just now
from the other reporters with him. /
happen to know number of men and
women in the newspaper game"-she
turned to me with an apologize little
gesture for having championed Katie,
and / made the mental comment that
there were few occupations in which
she did not know number OF men and
womcn--"and they all have the same
lament that on almost every assign
ment they are generally afflicted with
one OF these cubs, either in years or
mentality, who thinks the reporting
game consists solely in bribing en-
ployes or doing little amateur second
story work. BY the way, there aren't
any photographs lying around loose
downstairs, are there? If so, the gifted
Mr.. .Smythe probably has at least one in
his pocket by this time"
81 20 see dis meenit," Katie said ex-
citedly. "Ecf dot soup bone dare touch
pictures ! turn hcem oopside down,
shake dem out see pants pockets"
She was out of the door before | could
muster breath enough TO call after her.
Lillian laughed openly at my Mortified
face.
"She Foxy Enough"
LET her CO." she said philosophically
"Shc's foxy enough to look around first
and see if any pictures are missing be-
fore she tackles him. And if he has
taken one, it will be lot better for hel
to 90 after him of her own accord thar
for you TO accuse him. Indeed, yo,
couldn't very we'll do that if he tool
your great-grandfather' portrait out o
its frame. So it's all right, anyway
But here is something more serious
Your mother-in-law showed me n littl
while ago photograph of Claire Eos
ter with n breezy inscription write
! across it. The thing is innocent enoug
in itself, but can't you imagine wha
| Mr.. H. Edouard Smythe and his new
! paper would do with it2'
/ II can, very wildly" replied grimly
4 "What did she do with it? Did 81
leave it with you, or take it back
! Dicky's room, or tear it up and throw
n away? She's capable of doing the la
! trick, you know"
. "She didn't leave it with me-" | r
. turned, panic-stricken, as | visualize
: the possible appearance in newspap'
of Claire Fosters photograph with Il
v inscription to Dicky, Yours till the la
. apple falls, Claire"
> Then we mhstn' waste any tim
= finding out what has become of it. /
:, 90 down to tackle those people first ar
. keep them occupied until you get ther
: incidentally, when you come in to Il
I room, stall along with platitudes abo,
= the weather and the motor roads-an,
. thing until | have a chance 10 tip yo
:, off on what I've said to them. III u
= to manage it so they won't suspect wins
I'm doing although I'd try to fool an,
II body in the world rather than cage
q expert enced newspaper reporter.
q They simply must not get glimp
!, of that photograph" she declared. &C
. straight to your mother-in-law and fiji
. out what she did with it. And don
= come down until with your hands Ow
!, you have locked it away in a safe pla
: and taken the key with you"
e Mother Graha ms Dis may
t Her hand was on the doorknob as s.
spoke, and the next instant she hs