Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-07-17
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the butler, went down and opened it.
II was leaning over the balustrade.
and what do you think l saw? Our
local policeman, Sam Clark, was
bringing in a stout figure, dressed
all in flowing white like a ghost.
that reeled as it walked. I've
brought Mr.. Hobart home, Carter
Sam said. IA get him to bed real
quiet, but in the morning you tell
him If 1t happens again We'll have
to confiscate what he's got left in
his cellar.
HE was down in front of the SOL
diers' monument Sam explained,
rugged out in these here ~bed-sheets,
and spouting like a Fourth of July
orator that he was Julius Caesar.
Lucky it was so late or he'd have
had the whole town round him.
Soon's l touched him he seemer to
sort of collapse and he came along
home without any trouble. He'll
likely be all right in the morning.
Patricia had given an unconscious
ly graphic imitation of the country
constable, but as she paused and
covered he face with her hands
there was nothing of amusement in
the expressions of either of her
hearers.
Did you get a closer view of your
/ father, Miss Drake" the latter asked
after a moment.
Eyes, l heard a sort of gasp behind
me and turned to find Uncle Roger
there, staring down at father with
such a shocked. horrfied expression
that l thought he was going to have
a stroke or something. We stood
watching them bring father up
stairs"
And where was your other uncle,
Mr.. eAndrew Drake, during this
timer"
Uncle Andrew slept through il
ALL" Patricia paused. HE is awfully
jolly and the next morning he tried
to make light of it. but when he
learned how really i'll father was he
was terribly worried.
your father was seriously Ill
them"
Eyes. 1t was a week before he
went TO his Office in Wall Street ano
he hasn't gone to the village once
l don't blame him!" Her small
gloved hands clenched on the arms
said and the horrid jokes that have
been made! l was ashamed before
but it is even worse now!"
you mean that your uncles have
exhibited similar signs of-er-ec-
centricity ?" the detective asked.
Patricia nodded.
Not exactly similar. but they
have done things that it seems tc
me only people whose minds were
deranged would do!-And Aunt Je-
rusha's attitude is the most mex
plicable of ALL"
my dear Pat" John Wells ex
claimed. You cannot mean thai
she also"
ooh. no., Aunt Jerusha hasn'i
gone crazy, too, but she insists thai
suggested an alienist this morning
che was angrier than l have eve
seen her.
Nothing more happened for th'
first week after fathers strange at
tack except that Uncle Roger SEEM.
ed to grow more deeply troubled
He had promised to give a lecture
on archaeology at the high schoo
last Wednesday. II l had only
known!"
"Was the lecture not given?'
1T was!' Bitterness ~sharpened
her soft. girlish tones. And the
next day the village was talking
worse than it had over fathers be-
ture was the most hideous ~travest,
imaginable! Had 1t been sheer
drivel it wouldn't have been so bad
but 1t was a clever satire. ridiculins
the archaeological discoveries of re.
GER years. The audience didn't
know whether to laugh or to fee
affronted at his insult to their in
telligence."
"The next day no one told me
anything until Mr.. Grayle came
over. 1t was awful"
"Who is Mr.. Grayle?" querieo
the detective.
"A neighbor, a naturalist" Pa
tricia responded. "He and Uncle
Roger have been great friends evei