Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1939-05-13

experience Of 80 years Of that village
into my first play. just had to write
It, And after that suppose I couldn't
stop. Motivesl Why, of course, to bring
my wife and children to London. to
rear my children in luxury, in soft
ness-and give my wife fine clothesl 7"
well" said his wife. laying the
letter aside, "I'll answer 1t later, as
your secretary. know what to say"
Bose heaved himself from his chair
and began to pace heavily up and down
the room. He acclaimed In a deep sing
song:
From Ghosties and Ghoulies
And long-tailed Ghandies
And things that go bump in the
night,
Good Lord deliver us!"
She regarded him cheerily and pa
ttently. He would have liked to throw
something at her He said:
Il remember when you were Aggie
Bose, my cousin, before you were my
wife. Cousins should never marry. You
used TO wear a magenta cotton dress
and button boots and you'd stand in
the doorway gossiping with everyone
that passed by. The wind blew your
hair over your face That was long be-
fore you ever had a perm All, those
were the daysl"
They don't sound very attractive,
Edwin"
They were good enough for me. 1
came Of fisherfolk and had the ambi-
ton to be a schooimaster. I was a
Schoolmaster and had the ambition to
become a playwright. I am a playwright
and wish we're a fisherman
What you need" said his wife, els
a nice little holiday"
Their son, Anstell, came into the
room. He was very like his mother, /
short and neat, with her buoyant walk !
Ills mother watched his entry, a world |
OF tenderness in her eyes. She said:
Your father needs little holiday.
lies having one OF his nervous spells. /
Where do you think would be nice for
him to go? The Riviera?"
With the attention of his wife and
son rtveted on him, Bose continued his
heavy DECENTRALIZATION, up and down the
room. He continued to declaim-"Fr From
things that go bump in the night-Good
Lord, deliver usl" He continued to re-
peat this, while his wife regarded him
With tempered anxiety and his son with 4
4 mixture of amusement and toler-
lnce He thought his father was funny ]
Did bird but was tolerant of everything
ne did or said because he made so
much money.
mo. not the Riviera. I think father ,
leeds climbing. He'd better go to the
Tyrol. I'll go with him, If you like"
I'VE might all go to Norway" said .
drs. Bose. They say it's lovely in the l
pring"
Good egg" said Anstell. I'D love t
Norway" q
IAN right" agreed Bose. But alone
unless for little Judy. I'd rather like !
o take her along. We've never been :
way together" I
The girl herself came in at that
1oment, pulling off her hat as she :
anne and throwing it on a chair. Her
,ornish red-gold hair rose in a mass
curls from her flushed forehead.
I'm as hot as blaZesl" she exclaimed
Spring is really herel The flower
ellers' barrels are lovely"
She stared round the room. Whats
ne matter?" she asked.
"GhostieS and Ghoulies and long
lied Ghandies." replied her father.
Father is tired" said her mother
lie is going away for a change. He
ants you to go with him"
Me Just the two Of us?"
I'd like that. Let's go to Norway,
ather."
or the Tyrol," said Ansten.
0OOQ 1oIQ, OeuYef US! BIOWlcQ
ose, tramping up and down the room.
Where do you want to go then?"
nstell tried hard to conceal his ir-
alton.
The west coast where I was born
I'd brought up. Cornwall-that's where
want TO gol Back to my own village
ick TO reality-the smell Of seaweed
ID fiSh-God, I haven't been back
u years. I've been Smothered and
oked in the life here. I'm written
t. haven't an idea in my head, ex-
pit muddled, miserable, irritating
es. Perhaps the sea wind viii cure
:. I want to go TO a place where
ey have nothing TO offer tourists
lere they've never heard Of them
" you come, Judith"
I'd love 70. It1l be fun seeing the
lce where was born. I can't re-