Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-09-04

terrified in raids. They have a lot of
animal wardens in London and when
one of them finds dog wandering
about in raid he takes it to an ami
NAL shelter"
We'll of all the things I've ever
heard that beats the band! Animal
shelters? What a wicked waste of
money"
"All the vets have them" she said
defensively.
He came up to the fire his wife had
lit on this chilly afternoon and in
spite of himself the warmth felt pleas
ant for he had had long and ardu-
Gus if very profitable, day. All the
same, there was a sharp edge 10 the
voice in which he exclaimed, You are
going it, dearieI Mother never start
ed fires till the first of November"
Then, as he saw her face shadow;
Not that l grudge you anything-you
know that, sweetheart"
He stood up, and he put an arm
around her shoulder This hard man
was almost as fond a husband as he
was a father, which was saying a good
deal.
He went on: still, hope that Mrs.
Brown is more careful with her Goals
than you are, my pet"
A radiant smile had lit up her sensi-
tive face. They were both remembering
what had happened when their little
son had come in from his third day at
school in the winter of 1910, with an
anxious expression on his face. THE
boys say I've such queer name, Dad!
They thought you brought round the
GOALS but I said you were something
much grander than that, as you build
nice houses for people to live in"
Il could buy up the father of any
schoomate of yours thousand times
over" said Boys dad quickly.
Il 'speck that's true, for one of the
boys began to cry today. His name is
Jack Brown. They don't have much to
eat at home, and he said his mother
had no COAL and that they were awful
cold. 1 asked him why she didn't buy
some coal and he didn't say anything
then; but afterwards when we'd be-
come chums he told me his mum had
no money to pay for coal. If I was a
grownup man like you dad I'd give
them some We've got a lot"
And then even to Boys surprise his
father said slowly: We'll! I'm not
called goldman for nothing. You find
out where young Brown lives and I'll
see his mother does get some coal.
What's more I'll send a note with it,
saying: With a little Coalman,s best
wishes"
Even now, Boys mother had not got
over marveling at her husbands gen.
crosby, for he had actually sent ton
Of coal to that poor woman! They had
been married eight years, and this had
been the first time Milly had ever
known Tom to do anything like that,
though she could not but be aware
that they were growing richer every
day Why, even the war was bringing
them luck, as he was n builder-and
he had told her that after the war
he might become millionaire.
Suddenly they heard the little voice
that meant everything to them both.
Hard-hearted, close-fisted Tom Coal
man loved to hear that voice even
more than did his N1illy.
Seven-year-old Boy quite early his
father had decided that so he should
be styled, though he had of course
been christened ThomaS) burst into
the room. Hello Mum! Hello Dadl"
And then: where's Toby?"
There came a scratch, scratch on the
door.
Dogs have a sixth sense, and Toby
generally got out of the way when his
owners father was at home. But now
he was in as great hurry to see Boy,
as Boy was to see him.
That's Toby asking to come in"
and Boy rushed to the door.
cay, that's Toby right enough. But
I've been telling your mother that as
we're at war, it's now what's called a
criminal offense to give food that's fit
for human consumption to an animal"
Boy was an intelligent child, but
these two words human consumption"
were beyond him. He looked puzzled;
then rather intimidated, and Mr.. Coal
man followed up what he saw was his !
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