The Nome daily nugget., 1937-08-07
DOUBLE. TROUBLE
 B By ELSA s. GRANT
Mcclure Newspa per Syndicate.
 WNU Service.

 0 a lemon colored tie adorned with red spots that matched his red hair.
 GeOrgie was in deep reverle brought on by the summer weather, the young peoples lawn party, and Miss Mabel Porter.
 GeOrgie was preparing early to escort Mabel to the lawn party that afternoon, when a penetrating call from below stairs punctured his reverie.
 "Georgie"
 "Yeh, Maj" He patted his tie, not yet fully conscious of his sur roundings.
 "YOur Aunt Cora just phoned and l told her you'd take care of the twins this afternoon. You'd bet ter go right over and get them" The beatific expression on GeOrgie's face disappeared instantly and was replaced by one of intense horror. He dashed out to the stair head. "But, hey, Ma, what about the lawn party?' he called anxiOusly. "Gee-whiz I can't miss that! Good nightw
 You can take the twins with you," his mother answered from the kitchen.
 "What!"
 Georgie raced down the stairs.
 Hey, Ma, can't take those kids to the lawn party. Gee-whiz, wouldn't l look swell draggin' those brats arOund"
 "Bertie and Bertha are not brats, Georgie Blake," his mother said sharply. "They're your first cous- ins, and you should be more respect full"
 "Yes'm," Georgie agreed meekly. He mooched into the front hall and picked up the telephone.
 The lawn party was out.
 Why, If he appeared at that fiesta with Bertie and Bertha there would be an instant riot, with the guests leaving immediately by the most accessible exits.
 People do not remain in the pres ence of those fve-year-old terrors any longer than necessary.
 Georgie dialed a number while he stood knee deep in the ashes of his ruined day.
 "Hello?" The musical voice be- longed to Miss Mabel Porter.
 Hello, Mabel," Georgie said, brlghtening with a sudden idea. "I just called you up to ask if you wouldn't like to go on a picnic this afternoon"
 "Picnic" Mabel sounded puzzled. "What for"
 "Well, I don't think the old lawn party will amount to much," Georgie said. "Besides,' he went on cas- ually, q have to take care of the twins and I was thinkin'-"
 Not those terrible twins, GeorgieY "Uh-huh," George moaned. He could feel the air on the wire grow chilly.
 Well, really, Georgie," Mabel said at last, T ought to go to the lawn party after planning and every thing. Ferdy Hoyt wants me to go with him, so I guess I'd better"
 All right" Georgie said, but I hope he gets ptomaine poison!"
 Georgie put down the telephone. Ferdie H0yt was the last bitter drop in Georgie's brimming chalice. Ferdie was the son of Elston's leading banker and citizen, and since his return from school for the summer months had been cut ting in on Georgie's time with Ma bel.
 Is 1t any wonder that Georgle was blind to the sunshine and the birds as he set out to collect his charges? Bertie and Bertha behaved prop erly until three o'clock in the aft ernoon and they escaped into thin air.
 Georgie set out in search of them with a dire warning from his moth- CT ringing in his ears to the effect that if the twins caused any dam- age he'd have to pay for 1t out of his own pocket.
 Twenty minutes later he found Bertie and Bertha in Judge Blint's front yard.
 They were seated in the judges hot-beds yanking tulip blooms up by the roots.
 Georgie clung to the fence for support at the sight of this de- structiOn of horticultural prizes.
 There was familiar sign on the fence: Beware of the Dog"
 It referred to Judge Blint's Rip- per, bulldog with generous teeth and short temper.
 "YOu come out of there !" Georgie ordered.
 "WOn't!" the twins chimed. Tu. lips curved in the air like colored comets. George moaned.
 "Old Ripper'll get you," he warned.
 "Ain't no dog! Ain't no dog!" the twins chanted singsong.