Glacier County chief., 1940-06-28
''I'n tell them . thing or

cheney found voice and spoke. Linn
py. standing tense and rigid between
the cabinets, bawled bravely into
the microphone.
Ladies and gentlemeni Listen
b me . minutei It's the most out
rageous Lie I ever heardi"
Startled silence gripped the
crowd. Was this q plantf At any
rate, It was dramatic. All eyes
were riveted to the truck.
I'm Limpy Rutherford, and Sem
ator Slopshire's my uncle and there
never lived q better uncle than my
Uncle Lancy. This is the most des-
picable outrage I ever heard of"
Len Hardesty collapsed on the bot
tom step. "Oh, my God, he swiped
the kid with i'll" he groaned.
my Uncle Lancy is the most hon.
orable, most gentlemanly, most
conscientious person that ever lived.
I've lived with him q year and I
ought to know. And he's efficient,
too. He's terribly efficient. know
his car hasn't run out of gas since
we've been here, and that's eff
cient.
"And he's a good Senator, too.
Everybody in the Senate just loves
Uncle Lancy; even Republicans love
him-all the important ones, that
amount to anything. McNary just
dotes on him, he said so himself.
And Vandenberg thinks everything
in the world of Uncle Lancy. He
told me if Uncle Lancy was a Re
publican he'd be presidential tim,
Der. And Uncle Lancy's q good
Christian, too, I don't care If he is
a senator!
81 know all about the Scripture!
I was brought up on the Bible; the
real Bible. Would my Uncle Lancy
stoop to stealing Brother Wilkes
sound truck-and commit thievery
just to win a few votes? Certain
ly not! He wouldn't think Of it!
Do you think for one minute my
Uncle Lancy would steal Brother
Wilkes brats?"
"oh, Limpy, don't say brats!"
moaned Helen.
IT mean children" Limpy correct
ed herself hastily. He wouldn't do
it, anyhow. He wouldn't soil his
fingers with them! He's too much of
a gentleman and too much of a
Christian and too good a senator.
And even though I'm a Republican
myself, if I had a vote, do you
know who I'd vote for? I'd vote for
Uncle Lancy-that's who! I'd vote
for him a thousand times il could
and 60 to jail for it, and it would
be worth it, too. I'd be glad to 90
to jail for Uncle Lancy. He-he's a
-swell-guy."
Tears began yelling to Limpy's
eyes. A lump rose in her throat.
She struggled on. my Uncle Lam
cy is-just-swell."
Limpy collapsed in a passion of
tears on the floor of the truck. Helen
grabbed Limpy. Adele grabbed the
microphone.
Suddenly her low, even voice
swept over the crowd, still gripped
in awed, electrical silence. -, :.
my sister is perfectly right.
Every word she said is the gospel
truth. I'm Adele.
r "Oh, my God, he got them aIll".
gasped Len Hardesty, and started
for the truck. -. I'D
II have never been so shocked
in my life," continued Adele. Our
preachers in Iowa wouldn't do it'll
That's not the kind of preachers we
have And if Brother Wilkie is SO
fond of the Scripture, he'd better
read up on that handwriting on the
wall business; if he doesn't see
handwriting tonight, he will next
Tuesday," 49,.
play, you idiotsl" roared Broth
er Wilkie, and the band swept, too
late, into the cheerful strains of
Don't you weep for me-" 49,
But already the crowd had moved
away from the platform and was
massing around the sound truck,
once more standing silent, grim and
tomblike. Reporters nosed closer,
closer. Cameras turned on it from
every direction. Light bulbs ex-
ploded. Len Hardesty pushed his
way through. He beat on the door
Of the truck.
adele! Open this door! Come out
Of that truck!"
Adele opened the door. Light
flashed about her. cameras clicked,
the crowd roared. Adele. wide-eyed,
damp curls clustering about her
pale face, slim bare legs shivering
beneath the short damp cape, stood
clearly revealed. Helen, with the
weeping Limpy in her arms. was
behind her.
Len took one look. "Adelei" he
roared. Get back in that truck
and put on your clothes"
I'VE haven't any Clothes" said
Adele pathetically. ''They stole our
clothes, too" Her teeth chartered
nervously. Were half-frozen."
And she slammed the door,