White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1926-05-21
THE GIRLIGIG
BY DOUGLAS MACK

Love amt affectin' Bimbos appe-
tite; it's just influencin' it,"
Unload" he says, I'm excited"
When l am through he whistles.
"Jinx,' he squeals "Ill have her kid
Mapped"
Dangerous business in these days."
! l suggests. Mac lights cigar I asks
him for one. He gives me one from the
Havana box by mistake.
1.-THE big stiff" he explodes finally.
1--WE heard funny things about this
diet gag but this loks like the first
time it lost pennant"
A milk wagon rattles by.
"You give up?" l queries.
mot by jugful," he shrills. He
cited about him. l am almost sorry
for him.
Are you fellows going to sit up all
night?" comes a deep voice from the
head of the stair. 1t is Ophelia.
We'll retire soon," I soothes; and
adds: "Sorry to KEEP you awake"
II was thinking Of you two, Jimmy.
kinda sympathize with Bimbo."
heards her pit-a-pat back into her
ROOM Then there's another heavy
step, behind me. Macs hairy paw
clutches my shoulder.
"You better turn in, Jim. l want
to think a while. I got idea"
II hope it's better n some you get"
remarks.
ut u.s." hegets rid of me with.
The idea amt spilled It'll we're at
the supper table next night. The Red
legs lost by a run. Twice Bimbo
Jones starved face lit up at the plate;
twice the light went out when he
misses the third one. He was swing
in too late. Didn't have the strength
to swing. His chin, which has been
double but hard, begins to get flabby.
Mac hardly says word at the ia
BILE. Ophelia finally tackles him.
dad, If this keeps up I'm afraid
you'll have nervous breakdown. If
you don't win the pennant, you don't"
ut wouldn't be the first time,"
snaps
4 Forget it," growls Mac. But after
} Ia time he gets his bearin's and springs
his stuff B..
What I'm goin to ask" he stares
hard at the girl, 'is imposition. No
man ought to ask hired girl to do
it. But I'm up against it, and there's
a chance. Listen"
i He tells Ophelia all about Bimbo
and this Connie. Ophelia stops
munchin' the fried cake her lips has
been caressin'. l quit my favorite
Ipastime. The story don't lose nothin'
in the tellin';I believe Mac oughta
been a actor. He almost had us sob
bin. Maybe he oughta been a stage
director-he springs his big stunt just
; when we are ready to cry; springs it
sudden, startlin'.
"Ophelia, I'm goin' to get. Bimbo out
, here, by hok or crook, and it's up to
; you to make him eat"
Make him eat? How? :" demands
the frightened girl.
The rest of the idea amt smothered
a bit make love to him; beat this
Connie to It,"
make love Dad couldn't
"Why not?" he demands, and you
could almost hear my heart above my
breathin'.
For answer she got up and beat it
to the veranda. Mac loks at me, l
hang my head. Then he gets up and
DANCED if he don't show sympathy.
II was never sure, boy" he says,
deep.
what do you mean?" l pretends it
is Greek to me.
"You love my little girl" never
could understand why he always calls
her that. Course l amt father.
II do" l don't beat round the bush.
1t sound like have been practisin' to
say it before a parson.
and she?" he asks.
"She amt never refused me-
He dropped into silence. Finally he
says:
But she could do this just long
enough to save the day, then give
him the laugh"
We argued while.
II guess it's too much" says Mac,
gloomier than a rainy day.
HELL" I snorts, impulsive, forget
it old pard. Stay here" l goes out.
(To be Continued)