White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1927-04-29


sixteen, while the young lady he ap-
parently sought was more than that,
according to his description. Besides,
she considered Mr. McGruder a bold
person, and she could not listen any
longer.
"Prunes and prisms," lisped Central
gaily. "Ain't it an awful thing to be
roughnecks like us?"
"Aint it," McGruder agreed. THAT
girl l want is young-looking all right,
but l guess she said farewell to six
teen long before l met her."
Central giggled. "You aren't crazy
over children, are you?" she asked.
mix, like the grown-up kind, girls
that have been around long enough to
know the game little. This sweet
sixteen never did make hit with me.
What's neXt?"
There's FELTON, 1885," said Central.
1t was an oyster house way down on
the docks, and they could assure Mr..
McGruder that there was no Miss
Smith there.
| IF a skoit came down here we'd
chase her out" volunteered the infor-
mant.
No. 1896 had been taken out.
'"That leaves nothing but FELTON,
1885," sighed McGruder. "Call 'em,
will your"
'"There they are" Central told him.
Hello, have you a Miss Smith
there" called McGruder.
81 don't know" said the voice. "What
does she look like?"
"Well, she has blue-black eyes and
when / last saw her she was dressed
in blue silk dress, but she probably
wouldn't be wearing it now. She is
pretty and fair-skinned, red lips and
long lashes; She"
"That'll do, I'll see if we have her"
There was long wait, and McGru-
der was about to hang up the phone
when the voice Of the man at the other
end came again to his ears.
mo-" he said, she's not here"
g.. NEWSPAPER
you're quite sure you haven't such
a girl there?"
"Well, 1 found a fat stiff that weighs
over two hundred, but there isn't any
body here that answers your descrip-
ton. I've searched all the slabs and
Gall the slabs!" shouted McGruder
what place is this, the morgue?"
"Yessir," said the man.
Central was having Mysteries and
McGruder could hear her as he hung
up. He didn't blame the girl either
. I'm the prize mutt" he confessed
| land if you'll slip me your name ant
: address I'll make that ten-pound boz
and send it SOON"
: "My NAME" said Central, sis Mar!
Smith. l live at 1715 Highland Ave
!, nue., and my telephone number, whel
: I'm at home, is 1876 Milton. Why don
you get the telephone numbers RICH
when you want to use them?"
McGruder gasped. "Then you're the
girl that L"
my hair is blue-black, and my eye
1 are blue" went on the voice, tremu
t lous with suppressed laughter, Fan
n next time you want to call me up yo
ought to make a memorandum of tn
|. number; it's so easy to get mixed an
n to forget"
# "You rascal" chuckled McGruder, a
the magnitude of the jest dawned upo
Is him, you've been tolling me along fo
the past half hour when you knew a
% the time who I was and what
wanted"
mo, not all along; not until 20
mentioned the Masons' dance, an
then, Of course, 1 was wise"
"What time do you quit there?"
v cat five-fifteen," Miss Smith said.
G. would you take dinner with me
l met you at the office at that timei
n II guess could manage it," 81
said. "The office is at 1918 Washin
,6 ton Avenue. I'll meet you in the lo
If by Don't forget the number, 121
Washington Avenue" she repeated. I"
| were you would write it down."
ID well, bye-bye, Buddy" sang M
1t Gruder to his chum ten minutes late
~. as he flicked an imaginary atom ,
at dust from his sleeve and made das
If for the door, "he who laughs last-ca
ia hee haw"