The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-02-09

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father's?"
WELL" said Jonah, "your ia.
ther is a tycoon. Tycoons can
take such things, can't. I'm SEN
sitive."
so I've noticed. I suppose
you'll ask father good price
won't you? About million dol
lars?"
Jonah considered. 81 deH''
want to be too hard on your ia
Their" he said at length. "Actu'
ally, I'd set figu.r trifle un.
der that. I think my-my nui'
sance value ought to be worth q
life annuity of so bucks
week"
Fifty week." echoed Hildy
That's peanuts, Jonah. Make il
two hundred"
No" said Jonah. TOO much
money makes a man apathetic
Fifty a weeks enough for me-"
well, / still think you're let
ting father off too cheaply, Hill
dy said. But what if he won't
buy it,"
in that case" said Jonah
"Tll be reluctantly compelled
to market the Terrible Eye my
self, in my off-hours from the
Navy, and break the Charming
Camera Empire"
Suddenly Hildy snapped her
fingers. Jonah, ! believe you'v
got something, unless you're the
worlds biggest liar. II would
break father, wouldn't it?'
In two" said Jonah.
Then what are we waiting
for?" Hildy cried. Come on. III
introduce you right away. And
father will kick you out on your
tin ear because you're a photog
rapher and then you'll have c
ruin him. It's a natural.
"Okay," said Jonah, fired by
her enthusiasm. I'D rather have
the so bucks week than go tc
any trouble. But I'm prepared
to ruin your governor if he want:
it that way. In fact, I'd get
kick out of it. I've suffered va.
rlous indignities at his hands.
I've Oweee!'
And, as though he were
puppet worked by unseen
strings. Mr.. Jonah Logan rose
three feet in the air.
A terrible screaming sound
the kind made by banshee
from whom someone has just
snatched an ice cream cone, hao
made Jonah whirl and jump. He
came down to confront a small
individual in a brown herring
bone sports coat who had evi.
IDENTIFY materialized from the
pine grove.
The individual had n queer
sober face that pecped shyly
from behind luXuriant sorrel-
colored mustache. He looked
like the Little Man Who-Wasn'
There.
Here" said Jonah, irritated
Must you do that"
The little man addressed Hill
dy.
"Ah, Hildegarde,' he said.
Hildy seized his arm. Uncle
Cal" she cried, shaking the
arm vigorously, what were you
doing just now"
why, listening" said the lit
tie man.
Jonah thought he'd better get
into this. Not only that, he said
sternly. You we're screeching
Like an owl. Like - He
stopped suddenly and pointed.
Twenty feet down the grass
path stood a horse 1t was a large
bay horse, with a flowing
taWny name, taWny fetlocks and
a magnificent tawny tail. But
name, fetlocks and tail, in fact
the entire horse, were sHdly in
need of clipping. Gazing upo
the beast, Jonah Logan thought
that he had never seen a crea-
ture with so much superfluous
hair. Had a motheaten sofa been
passing, it would have embraced
this horse like brother.
Uncle Cal followed Gals fin
ger. Il did not screech," he
stated. That was my horse,
Buchephalus. He whinnied."
Never mind the horse, Uncle
Cal" Hildy said. Were you
dropping
Uncle Cal made a.depreca-
tory gesture. II dislike that word
my dear. Couldn't you put ii
that / was strolling through this
peaceful pine grove when !
CHANGED, reluctantly, TO over
hear most extraordinary con-
versation?"
A wary look came into Hill