The Wyandotte herald. (Wyandotte, Mich.) 1879-1943, 1939-06-30
THE PICKLE
PLOT
50
By ELSA S. GRANT
Q Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.


Porter's house The time was 7:30
IN the evening.
George Blake scrambled out and,
taking the porch steps time,
pounded on the door.
After a brief pause the door
opened and Mabel Porter stood
there with a brilliant smile, which
faded somewhat when she saw
George
"Oh, hello, George" she said. 81
didn't expect you tonight again.
Come in"
We'll, gee whiz, Mabel, have to
see you sometime" George
shucked himself out of his overcoat.
"But you saw me last night, and
the night before, and the night be-
fore that" Mabel petulantly OBJ
served.
Sure, but you weren't Alone"
George protested. That tooter-"
From the living room came the
staccato sounds of experimental
blasts of cornet. Georges dis
gust was great.
Hey, Mabel, rs that darn tooter
here AGAIN."
"Of course" Mabel answered.
''The ice cream social is only four
days away and Hugo's piece is so
difficult he needs all the practice he
can get"
You're telling mel" George
growled Every night ! come over
here he's footing that horn. The
more he toots the worse he gets"
Its too bad you can't do half as
WE'LL Mabel said acidly. IF you
feel that way you'd better 60 home"
"An right" George sighed, fol-
lowing her toward the living room.
But for Pete sake don't talk mu-
sic all night! Send him home early"
Mabel whirled before the. living
room door.
Nov you listen to me-" she
Kissed. Hugo Green's aesthetic If
we want to talk music we will; and
when Hugo gets ready he'll go
home"
well, anyhow" George Kissed
back, don't forget you're going to
the picnic with me the day after the
ice cream social"
LAS if / could forget it," Mabel
said tartly and opened the door.
Hugo Green. cheeks pulled and
eyes staring behind their thick
glasses, was blowing a noiseless
clearing blast through the horn.
Hello, George" he painted.
whats new?"
1.-The same old story around
here" George answered YEARLY.
He dropped into an easy chair
close to the piano, while Mabel took
her place on the bench.
We'll, Mabel, let's try it again."
Hugo said brightly. practice makes
perfect they say"
They're iars!" George growled.
George" Mabel snapped, you
keep still"
She struck a sharp chord. "Al
ready, Hugo?"
Hugo was both patient and will
ing, and the piece was repeated
eight times. 1t was truly difficult
composition, filled with short runs
and spots of staccato repetition, and
it closed with q hard bit cf triple
tonguing and a sudden GREATNESS
leap to an extremely high c.
This jump caused Hugo much
trouble. Eight times he missed it,
filling the room with most disturb
ing, flattened sounds, that were a
Joy to nobody's heart but Georges.
At half-past ten Hugo laid his cor
net tenderly away.
Il feel certain it will go all right"
he said. You have been patient
with me, Mabel"
How about me?" George de-
manded.
"You have, too" Hugo agreed
earnestly. It's been a great help
to me having you come over every
night and listen to me play,
George"
Hey" George cried incredulous-
ly, "you don't think"
George" Mabel snapped. Its
so late you'd better take Hugo home
IN your car"
"Who, me?" George demanded
in surprise. 81 wasn't"
That's great!" Hugo enthused.
Thanks a lot, George"
Hey, Mabel George began
desperately.
Don't forget the picnic" Mabel
said significantly. And be sure
Hugo gets home safely, or else"
The four succeeding nights proved
no different so there is small won
der that George appeared at the
ice cream social in an unfriendly
frame of mind toward musicians,
and horn blowers in particular.
Under his arm he carried an inno-
cent looking white box, which he
made no attempt to conceal.
He found a seat next to Mabel
and Hugo at table at the extreme
front of the hall.
It is to Georges credit that he
sought to engage them in conversa-
ton, but they had little time for
him so busy were they soaring the
aesthetic attitudes in their own
small talk.
Who can blame George, being so
ignored and snubbed, if he ate nine