The Dolores star., 1922-12-29
Uncle Timothy.
Flight
By JUSTIN WENTwoon

What sort of woman7p osLo,
Cousin Kate
An impudent slip Of a girl who
ofened the door to me and said a.
bold as brass that she was living tbera
To take care of Uncle Timothy who'd
adopted her. tell you, | gave them
ooth tongue-lashing
We must save poor Uncle Timotbv
iroin such fate as that" said Cousin
John.
AND heaven knows how many thou.
sand dollars he makes from bis naint
ings,' said Aunt Anne.
The plan OF campaign was oIck,v
arranged, Meanwhile
Uncle Timothy was very happy in
MS two-room fiat He was a fnmous
painter, but none OF his family cnrsd
very much about that. They did know
ne made great deal of money, But
why did he choose to live like thatf
1t was Il bare old place, and there
were canvases all around the walls
frequently purchaser came to look
at Uncle Timothy's paintings. He
would offer 5000, and the old man
would shake his head and groan. for
he could never bear to part with aDy
OF his works. The purchaser would
carry 1t or by force or strategy. and
ncle Timothy would thrust the check
inside the cover OF his tattered arm.
chair and forget about it.
Sometimes, when he was desperately
hard up for rent or food he would
prowl about, wondering where his
money was. He would shake out some
OF his books and then ii check would
ty out. and he would cash 1t at the
grocery store, where he was known
and all would be well for weeks.
one day pale, thin girl OF about
seventeen tapped at his door. "Do you
want model?" she asked.
Get OUT" snapped Uncle Timothy
Here, Come herel Is that hair real?
Come here Sit over there II you
dare TO move III strangle your
AnnIce. the gutterwaif. stayed. She
looked after the old man. She Occu.
pied the next room, and their relation
ship was that Of grandfather and
grandchild AnniCe cooked for him,
collected his money, took his clothes
out OF the bath.tub and hung them on
hooks. and had hat in every corner
so that he should know where TO find
one when he went out.
The Baldwin family descended one
morning en- masse. Annice was flung
out OF the studio, and bewildered Uncle
Timothy packed into taxi. His paint.
ings were removed by express the
same afternoon,
For six weeks Uncle Timothy sat in
neatly papered room with brand-new
installment furniture, trying to paint.
Sometimes visitor was shown in.
The Baldwins were very proud Of
Uncle Timothy. Besides. they had
found $4,000. which they had invested
for him.
Uncle Timothy felt IKE captive
bear. They fed him on grape juice and
bacon and eggs for breakfast. hot
Joints for dinner, and nice little sup
pers. His stomach could not stand
regular meals Uncle Timothy had
chewed bread when he was hungry.
They gave him sheets, and he missed
the warm feel OF blankets next to hln,
They bought him pajamas. and Uncle
Timothy was afraid Of them-they re-
minded him Of grave-clothes. Aunt
Kate made him wear them, too.
He Jumped when the steam radia'
tor hlssed, and above all he hated the
furniture.
No. he hated the bath-tub worse than
that. Every morning they led MN
there and locked him in for ten min
utes and he had to put his head un-
der the faucet.
Uncle Timothy grew crafty.
don't know how ever endured II be-
fore | lived like civilized folks ne
said
After that they stopped locking him
,r ar night He was allowed to go out
for walks, with little Emanuel TO heao
him off the district where he useu I"
live On one of these walks taNl
stopped near them, and young s'r'
got out .,o
"Oh. please, can you tell me .ne
way to Sharpless streetF siie "'he''
Uncle Tim. .
Uncle Timothy awakened from
trance. "What did you say, my dear'
he muttered vaguely. Little Eiilanue'
hepan to be suspicious, and pulled AZ
Uncle Timothy's arm. come away
uncle !" he pleaded.
"Here youl" snapped unc'e Inv ,
tbv "Where did you get that hair'
Sir still or I'll murder you! where's
my paint brushes| ., ho
And. shaking off little Emanuel lie
sat down in the taxi. ,.
"Herel The studios moving! bless ~
me-what? Why, IT'S you Ah'i''I
Annice was crying with dehsh,, :"
"rye got a studio for you-a ne" one
she whispered. "And Ssoo our ol
your chair. And we can ge' !ou.
no,nt,nps back if-you like to marry
mo inst so that can look after you,
AN right, don't bother me-! salu