Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-06-13

Glenn called to take Vira to the
country and the foul motored back
to Mrs. Walden's apartment.
"Well. Mummsy. it's good to ge;
home. I'm going to kiss you again."
Mrs. Walden looked It her pretty
girl and sighed. What a JOY it IL
and what a responsibility to raise a
girl in these days of woman's free
DOM
Nothing to what it must be to
raise a boy retorted Ruth. Then a
moment later. Mother, wen go ont
to the club together. I'm going to
put on my swankiest gown-aud g.
the drop on those cid gossips OFT
there-sweep EN- off their ears. Ju {;
watch met"
Dick and Garrick were taking
leave. Nov, Ruth" Garrick said
gravely smiling. "let me go home
n sleep. Don't do anything more
until / get a few hours of rest. 1t
takes sleep to keep up with you"
AS Dick was prolonging the good
by and trying to arrange when they
were to see each other again a bell
boy opened the hall door and set
down a beautiful basket of roses.
Ruth's face sank in the flowers.
Wr.nkling up her little nose she
looked teasingly at Dick. She drew
a card out of the basket and threw
it on the table.
"Mummsy, see what Jack Curtis
sent me. Isn't he thoughtful? They
are my favorite shade"
Mrs. Walden looked none too
pleased. Dick was in the depths
again. He would willingly have
stuck up Jack.
Fifteen minutes later back in Gar
rick's rooms Dick was still scowling,
this time at the dictagraph as he re-
called what he had overheard Jack
playing in the love game last night.
Garrick picked the headpiece up.
You know, l never really saw this
thing work. What was the matter
with it last night ?"
Someone jammed in on the same
wave length. 1 can't see yet how"
Garrick held up his hand. ITS
He listened in intently. "Vira. I've
been aching to have you alone.
Please don't get angry at Rae's
f~oolishness with me. I can't stop
her without making the crowd sore
You know how 1t is. I've wanted to
tell you this in some place where /
Don't Glenn" There was a
silence. Then muffled, 81 oughtn't
to tell you. but 1 can't help it. They
say you shouldn't be jealous-but If
you care enough for a fellow-how
can you help it?"
When you gave me that key to give
to them, do you know what l did? 1
got the stuff out first from your
house . i. to protect you. l did il
on my own And it was lucky l did.
How? 1 put it in my own garage"
Garrick chuckled. Here at least
was one unbonded warehouse of the
Velvet Gang.
you f~atheads~ This was Rae's
voice, interrupting. BE s eful!
Don't you know that East night they
overheard"
There was a muffled whisper, a
+, mans voice, but it was lost. 1t was
$ evidently a caution.
That's a partial explanation of
why your dictagraph went bad last
night. Dick" commented Garrick.
Someone's hunting now for the
transmitter."
Dick looked az Garrick and Gar
rick at Dick. Here they were power
less to stop it. Dick grabbed one of
the earpieces.
There was a singing, metallic
noise as if someone had wrenched
out the iron grill work in front of
h fireplace under the old mantel.
The diaphragm reproduced a
crashing crack. The dictagraph re-
ceiver was smashed.
Garrick thoughtfully laid down
the earpiece. We'll that's that"
II think" suggested Dick, not a
bit ruffled, eff the Waldens are 60
ing back to the club we'll go out 20
my workshop on the harbor. If
anything's going to happen, it will
be u there
And you'll be near Ruth" pene-
trated Garrick.
"Well! Where Ruth is, that's
where things happen, eh?"
When her mothers car pulled up
! at the club that afternoon Ruth
hoped out and was up the steps
with a bound.
, Well. it is good to see you. Clad"
F., shake hands. Jim, old dear. Wasn't
I lucky I didn't get killed dead?'
Hello. Bob. Steering gear on the
Fritz" What a jolly crowd to see
after being laid up for a couple of
days" Il tell you. Vira's a peach of
a little nurse. Never go back on
that girl" June, you should have
seen how We nearly vent over the
bridget"
Her mother stood and looked at
Ruth aghast. No one else had got n
a word and she had had a word
with every person on the porch, had
made them feel hat they were each
her particular friend and had been
let in on the whole secret. She
hadn't given anyone a chance to ask
a question and had told only just
what she wanted and no more. just
as if it had been the whole story 20
the whole crowd.
These fappers don't need a
mother or a diplomat: they are all
the wisdom of the world condensed
soliloquized Mrs. Walden.
1t was perhaps an hour or two
later in the afternoon when the big
story had become ancient history. 4
mere nine minutes wonder, tina;
Ruth at the Country Club began TO
feel lonesome. With no car, it was
almost as bad as no legs.
AS IL in answer to a prayer for
new hearts to conquer, Jack swept
up with a furry in his crimson
chummy car.
There was nothing iustered. moth
he left the motor running, throttled
down. No one could have been more
d~eferential or ~reassuring TO Mrs.
Walden. She did not like the boy,
but on second thought she was
forced to admit to herself that she
had nothing "on'' him.
The conversation waited merrily
to the new chummy car.
Wouldn't you ike to try the new
boiler?"
Would I? Run me over to Mer-