The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1942-11-09


down the vast sea of empty seats.
She would just 60 over the
bandstand, she decided, and cut
across the lime-striped field it.
self-a direct line to her bicy-
Gle. But when she dropped from
the cement railing to the
ground
boo! .. "Yap-yap-yap-yap-
yipe!"
Scooter Hale and his shadow,
long-eared Link, suddenly tackl-
ed her. They had been explor-
ing down there. They dived for
Blythe's ankles, hugging her,
laughing, barking, confident of
her love. You couldn't do any
thing with babies like this! Any
way - she had quite forgotten
about little Scooter.
In a moment she was hugging
them, rather miserably; but low
ing them none the less. She
stared off at the corner of Pops
office. Link was licking her
neck ard chin. Scooter was
making happy noises.
Blythe decided she had better
60 home and think - or some
thing - before going direct to
the police.
It was almost noon before Bly,
set the bike kickstand on her
front porch. She had ridden
miles, aimlessly. She went di-
rectly in to Pops bedroom and
found that he had not much sign
Of q cold any more.
where is your coat, sister,"
he demanded.
Bly, swallowed. She had for :
gotten it! Left it at his office.
On a wintry November day she
had not missed it.
II took it off," she said, in
rea, if misleading truth.
"You opened the office? Nam
cy has things in hard now"
"I-yes, Pop Sure!"
II will 60 out this afternoon
myself"
mo, no! You'll do nothing
of the kind! You promised"
"Well - tomorrow morning
then. ! hc e task"
81 know, but"
"You don't know everything,
Bly,"
mo"
"What?"
II said-oh, Pop!"
He gazed at her intently. He
must surely have seen the dis
tress in her face, and this fright
ened her inside. She mustn't up
set him! Not with him already
in bed, and with the State game
just three days away. The cad
cts needed him. Needed his mas
terly presence and poise, his
shrewd judgment on the field.
She forced herself to smile.
Then promptly talked tor fast,
revealing herself more clearly
than ever. Pop waited.
When she sobered down
again, she asked, Pop, has-has
snybody been here?"
"Hmmmm?"
II say-has anybody been
we'll, has anybody been to see
you. Or anything" She was
probing blindly.
Hogan was by last evening.
Coming again today, he said.
Him and 1.eavy Underwood.
Two of my best. With Under
wood playing center, Dana at
quarterback and Hogan at half,
no other team in the world
can"
II know. But I meant-any-
body! Any-man or anything"
She wasn't good at it and she
gave it up, lest she have to tell
too much. Again she forced
herself to turn cheerful for his
sake. Her mind kept flying
back to baby Scooter and his
remarkable charm. Sc o o t e r
Hale, son of q man killed at
Pearl Harbor. Scooter and Link.
Scooter, who surely deserved a
break in life, a chance to grow
up in kindness and strength and
wholesom environment. If his
mother were to be convicted and
sent to-
Honey, have you some time
to help me again today?" Pop
had interrupted her thoughts.
"Of course, Pop! Night or
day. You know that"
HMM.
She waited. Oddly, he was
staring off at nothing. The thing
was on his mind, too, lie realiz-
ed. She looked closely at him.
He had no wheeze, no nasal con-
gestion. She kept seeing that
fat envelope in his office desk.
She thought she knew the an