Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-09-11
A Rich Man Finds
A Dogs Loyalty
Is Worth More
Than Money
IN TWO PARTS-PART TWO

All at once there fell on Milly Coal
mans ears far away kind of ghostly
wall. Feeling surprised and startled.
she looked at her husband. He had
evidently heard nothing. But this i'm
munity only lasted a moment, for
there rose on the still air the long
drawn-out insLstent warming. 1t was
so loud that it seemed as if the siren
was just outside their BACKED out
window.
They both stood up, and Tom Coal
man said firmly, Its a million to one
chance anything will drop near here;
nothing ever has" AS she remained
silent, he went on: "All the same, I'll
get Boy downstairs"
Then he saw her mouth was trem-
bling, and he went on, with what was
unusual with him, touch OF hesita
ton. Il suppose we'd best go to our
shelter?"
"Oh. yes-yesl" she cried, for the
first time in their joint life making up
his mind for him.
And then, in a split second, came
the sound of a bomb exploding. But
it sounded long way off.
Toby, who had been lying in front
of the fire, sat up on his launches
and emitted low terrified groan, and
Milly remembered he hadn't been like
himself all day
BE quiet, you brute!" shouted Tom
goldman. Then they both rushed to
the door, he going first, as was his
way, and raced up to their child'S
room.
Boy was fast asleep, and his father
having wrapped him in his fleecy
blanket, pressed his son to his broad
breast and hurried downstairs.
His wife turned off what lights
there were, and in pitch darkness they
went along the passage. and so
through their front door. Then, as she
half turned round to shut it, she
heard sharp, That door must be left
wide open; and please push the sand
bag against it. I'd do it, if hadn't Boy
in my arms"
But any one will be able to get in,
then, Tom, and Toby won't be any
good, for he is in the sitting room.
Unluckily, I've left my handbag in the
kitchen"
More fool you, my dear"
The moon was full, and it was a
beautiful fall night. In the bright
by no means all, of their neighbors
were going towards the large park
where stood a public shelter. No one
was walking quickly and everything
looked so much as usual in their road,
that Milly goldman felt assured. She
even told herself that they were fool
ish, maybe, to have left their nice
warm house for damp shelter. But
it might annoy her husband if she said
so. Believe it or not, tonight was the
first time Tom Goldman had ever
called his wife fool
Il might run back for my bag"
you might, but you're not going
to-"
What would have been taken for a
clap of thunder in the old days, which
now seemed so long ago, rent the air,
and this time the bomb had fallen
much nearer than the first one had
done. All the people who had been
walking along quietly began running.
Tom Goldman shifted his sleeping
child onto his left arm, and with his
right hand he seized his wife's Shout
der and rushed her across to the open
ground where stood his substantially
built raid shelter.
The stretch of grass, where the
prosperous builder had obtained leave
to put up private shelter, was Within
a few yards of the row of two-storied
villas of which his and Milly's was the
last. The shelter was too near to that
row of villas-so an expert had told
him-and especially too near to high
ugly house called Murray Mansion,
|, IN, l,a aiuI,fiac of Tho Loot
tury. and now regarded as an eyesore
by the folk who lived at Daisymead.
But the owner wouldn't part with Muir
ray Mansion, for he made good liv-
ing by letting single rooms, and now he
had a waiting list, for up to now not
single bomb had fallen on this
charming suburb.
Tom goldman had not had to pay
anything for the site of his shelter,
and that had influenced him; as also
the fact that he had not believed 1t
would ever have to be used.
During all the awful raids on Lon
don, he had lain, in fair comfort on
three cushions, under his heavy ma
hogany dining table. concentrating the
while on the knowledge that, if he were
killed, there would be plenty of money
to take care of Milly and their son.
They were close, now to the big
earth mound which covered the Coal
man shelter which, as both knew, was
envied by many of their neighbors.
Here, darling, take Boy for min
ute" he exclaimed. Then, unlocking
the heavy door, he pushed his wife
down the few steps. The shelter was
damp and airless, and after the had
closed the door, they stood for mo-
ment doing nothing. Only listening.
Listening. Listening.
wait minute, and I'll soon have
you comfortable
Comfortable? Milly shuddered as
her husband, striking match, lit an
oil lamp which hung on nail of the
solid wooden wall. She had not been
in their shelter since it had been what
Tom called furnished, and she now
looked about her with painful Curl
osity.
There were four hunks, one for each
of them, and one for the absent maid;
and his mother now laid the sleeping
child in one Of the upper hunks. There
were also four upholstered garden