Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-10-23

Don't blame me. now, if you get
busted up"
Go on, will va? It's about time. We
cot TO do this thing right. It's our
last chance"
An right, then" She started up the
street.
"Jun-ior! Josephine!' Their mother
was calling from the front door.
Just a minute, nom. Just a min
ute" Dinky called. Beat it" he or
dered Jodie.
Come at once!"
Just a minute, MON, pleased" Was
everything about to be ruined?
"JoSephine!' she had spied Jodie.
Didn't you hear me? Come in i'm
mediately. Junior, where are your"
His mother was on the front porch
now, walking toward him. Now she
spied him. Come in at once. Mrs.
Dockery wants TO see you"
Dinky moaned and jumped off his
bike and ran to the front door. Per-
hapS he could dispose of this bust
ness and get back in time Jodie joined
him.
Mrs. Dockery was standing on the
porch. Her huge limousine and chauf-
feur in uniform were at the curb. In
her arms was her black Angora cat,
which was reputed to have won many
blue ribbons.
What do you children mean!' she
snapped.
Just a moment, please" their
mother said to Mrs. Dockery.
They stole my Sparkle and locked
him up, and dogs chased him up a
tree and bit his tail!' she declared.
Look" she held out Sparkle's tail.
Dinky looked carefully and nodded
uneasily. A bunch of hair was gone;
there was no doubt about that. But
a very tiny bunch.
He shifted from n foot to the other
and glanced anxiously up the street in
the direction from which Old Man
Gifford's q was due. Jodie tried to
shrink behind him.
I'VE already have punished the chill
dren," said their mother. They are
not to go to the movies for some time.
What they did was a terrible thing.
What else"
Il want IN apology" Mrs. Dockery
said sulkily, nodding her determination
and shaking her huge diamond EAR
rings. She was a widow and very rich.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Dockery," Dinky
said.
Jodie stepped forward. I'm sorry,
Mrs. Dockery," she said. She glanced
up the street. "Oh!" she exclaimed in
despair. "Oh, my goodness" Old Man
Gifford's car was coming.
Mrs. Dockery turned quickly to see
what had caused Jodie's agonized cry.
The sudden movement frightened
Sparkle and he leaped out of his mis-
tress' arms and trotued down the walk
into the middle of the street and start
ed to roll in the dust.
Save him!" Mrs. Dockery screamed.
There's a car coming!'
Her chauffeur stumbled out of the
car Dinky and Jodie dashed down
the walk with Mrs. Dockery close be-
hind. The Clifford car came on with
a roar.
"Sparkle!" Mrs. Dockery cried as If
she were calling to a child on a rail-
road track.
If Sparkle heard, he paid no atten-
ton. He hadn't had a good roll in
the dust for many a day.
The chauffeur started toward him,
then leaped back as the brakes Of the
Clifford car screeched. The car swung
crafty as if out of control and then
smashed bang-o! into the back of Mrs.
Dockery's limousine.
Old Man Clifford jumped out, rag
ing like a wild a He was driving
the car himself. His chauffeur-Dinky
and Jodie were to learn later-had
fallen down the cellar steps that morn
ing and sprained a wrist. The acct
dent was the climax of a chase
through the Clifford house after a
black cat-probably Beverly's- that
slipped in the back door when the
chauffeur started out to get the car.
Old Man Clifford paid no attention
to the wreck, nor to the assembled
body of would be
What the hell!"he roared and start
ed toward Sparkle, as though Sparkle
were a football and Old Man Clifford
was about to kick off.
Dinky was ahead Of him and swept
up the cat and returned it to Mrs.
Dockery's arms.
What are those damned pests doing
out in the street?" Old Man Clifford
ragged. He turned. For the first time
he recognized Mrs. Dockery. He caught
his breath. 1Oh!7 he gasped, and
stood there with his hat in his hand
and his mouth open. "Ohl" he finally
found words. Good morning, Mrs.
Dockery. I didn't realize-you see," he
waved toward the wreck, which Mrs.
Dockery's chauffeur was inspecting
with q dirty scowl on his face, II had
to drive this morning myself and"
"Yes?" Mrs. Dockery glared at him.
us that your cat?" he tried to show
enthusiasm. What a beautiful cat"
"Yes?" she repeated. "Oliver," she
said coldly to her chauffeur, "can we
get away from here?"
Oliver said they could and they did
Oliver, Mrs. Dockery, and Sparkle, who
looked back with regret at the beauti-
full SDOt for a dust bath from which he