Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-02-20
NO RHYTHM By A %sSs
opyrisht: 1871 By News Syndicate Co., Il
IN TWO PARrs-PART TWO

copyrishs: 1871 By News Syndicate Co.. Inc.
m TWO PARrs-PARr TWO
For some minutes. with ever grow
ing sympathy. they contemplated in
silence the idiosyncrasies Of the strange
race Of mothers.
Whats your name?" Club asked
suddenly
Molly Bruckner: we've rented the
house out on the point"
I'm Club Chalmers"
You weren't here last week, were
your" Molly asked
Nope" Club dropped one eyelid.
sore throat"
Real one?"
Say. you're all right" Club grinned.
Did you know" he said Importantly.
that you can give yourself tempera-
ture by holding hot water in your
mouth Just before they stick the ther-
mometer mp"
She gtggled and shook her head.
You want to remember that. Only
1t goes down awful soon," Club added.
I've q notion Nom was kinda sus-
picious-you can't try it too often"
Glumly reminiscent, he gazed at the
inviting stretch Of moonlit water.
"Golly. what a night for a sail
Think Of wasting breeze like this
Sa-ay! Wait a minute How about you
and me duckin' the dance and going
out? Jigs left the dinghy down at the
dock"
1T isn't there now" The bright ex-
element that had leapt to Molly's eyes
died down. "Jigs and Sue went out
about half hour ago."
THE snazzy luigi" Club was on his
feet, eyes flashing, fists clenched. I'll
show him! That's the second time to-
day he's gone off with that bird brain
in my dinhy! I'll"
your Dinghy" Molly squealed de-
lghtedly. ''Chub, didn't know that
was your dinghy! Jigs told Sue it was
his. Wait till I tell her"
well, it's partly mine" Club hast
ened to eliminate future embarrass-
ment. Half the sail belongs to me and
part Of the rudder. Jigs can't get away
with this kind Of business! I'll bet you
he'll get goofy and forget what he's
doin'," he predicted angrily. Likes as
not he'll run up on the rocks and ruin
the dinghy for the rest Of the summer.
Lookit!" He held out a hand and
hauled Molly to her feet. What say
we go out after EN-? Wen take some
body elses dinghy, II that's the style
round here. Come on!"
"Oh-I-I-ought not" but all the
time Molly was protesting she ought
not, she was running along beside
Club.
Snap into it," Club set a faster
pace, throwing back an apprehensive
look behind him as a crash Of drums
and wailing shrek of saxophones an
nounced the end of that dance. MY
mother1l be on my trail in sec. Gosh
dang i'll" He stared Indignantly at
the line Of posts along the docks edge.
mot dinghy here!"
A faint call Of "Ch-u-ub!" came
floating down from the club house
porch.
Look! Never mind!" Club showed
Molly toward the nearest row boat.
"We1l take this one"
which way did they go2" He drew
long breath as they got out in the
harbor, safely out of earshot.
lover toward the Point; there's the
sail by Oven Cove"
Club followed her gaze and bent to
the oars with disguised snort. IN
show emil"
"Chub!" Club looked up in surprise
at the breathless little catch in Molly's
voice. "Why-why don't we sort Of
float around and wait for them?
They're heading back now"
Sudden CONSERVATION caught Club.
as the enormity Of what he was doing
struck him full force. Golly. what had
gotten into him to take girl-a
strange girl, at that!-out for moon
light row! Just wait till the fellas get
hold Of that one! Added to 1t, there
would be plenty of music to face at
home for having ducked the dance.
He was about to give way to panic
and turn back when he caught the
expression in Molly's eyes. A warm
contented feeling stole over him.
Molly was thinking he was more and
more wonderful Club could see that.
He began to think so himself.
He hadn't done so badly at this
dance, after all. When his mother gave