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MONDAY, JUNE 27, 1821. THE , OREGON DAILY JOURNAL, PORTLAND, OREGON BRINGING UP FATHER By Georce McTuar.ui r 4Bcutred V. S. Patent Office) 5 WOULD VOO LiVeC TO HEAR r bOMtor the: OLD ONC DrH; THATT WILU NEVER OV 2PtCAl U r TO THANKS A!r t . THE NEVHaOR'a lUL BC TTCS MKiKT lt r fwuimiTED - I HOPE. VOO OVER'. I avavy - L -Lf 7TS w BY RALPH WATSON , i S1D CO IN AND ( ef coLij MM X 1 I - r mM . J T B er t(CAY ! Polly, Tician hailed breath. ( O lesaly as her cround gxippers flapped excitedly up the terrace steps, "Did you know that Bob's in town?" T. Paer rated cautiously towards the - houscto- see if Ma was in sight before ' he expertly inundated a careless snail in the pansy bed as a necessary pre liminary to possible speech. ".Bob-, who?" he asked. "I thoufht you was too much of a man . hater to get so (fussed about any male human." - "Bob Stanfield." Polly Tician an swered, ; ignoring the ; sarcasm. "He's , here someplace and I can't find him." "Poor Bob' T. Paer grinned Iron ically. "Old he know you was lookin' tor him?" "You needn't be so snippy ,w Folly Tician barked at him. "I want to see him about a friend of mine." . . "No wonder he's hldln' out," T. Paer aid. "That's about all anybody want to see him for,, ain't it?" "That's part of his Job." Polly Tician .retorted. "Wbat'd we rote for him for if it wasn't because of our friendsT "I thought it was because he was the best man," T. Paer answered guilelessly. "That's what you generally vote for a fellah for, ain't it?" "Aw, quit your kidding." Polly Tician retorted crossly. "What I want's to find Bob, not to be peddled any bunk." "Well, what you aakln me for?" T. Paer' demanded. "X ain't his chaperon. Why -don't you call up Ralph Williams? "I did.TPolly Tician answered shortly. "He ain't seen him." "What'd you know about that?" T. Paer exclaimed. "Ain't Ralph the vice chairman of the party?" "What of it?" Polly Tician asked truculently. "That's no sign Bob's got to hot foot it up to the Board of Trade building the first thing be does, la It?" "What're you askin me questions I can't answer rtorV T. Paer grinned. "Why don't you try Tom Neuhausen? Maybe he's checked in there." "Tom ain't heard , from him," Polly Tician answered helplessly. - "But I thought sure he'd head In there the first thing." That ain't possible, is it?" T. Paer - exclaimed. "If he don't look out Tora'll get mad 'nd won't give him any more advice. Did you ask Bill Thompson down at the bank?"; "Bill 'was f iggerlng lip some interest nd Just grunted." Polly Tician told him. "I don't suppose he'd told me if he'd known." - t :. v "BUI ought to" know if anybody would." T. Paer mused. "Say ?" he asked suddenly. "Maybe Ferd Beed's seen him." ! "I ain't on speakin' terms with Ferd, ' Tolly Tician answered. "He's trying to hog the whole show 'nd be. the main squeeze in telling Bob who ought to be Jenny am By Thornton AV. Bargess A. .im f . . wiLm Maw timA Will cldom cbapf stubborn tniaq. r Mr. Wgea. JENNY WREN was excited. Sje Is quite apt to toe excited, but this; time she was more excited -than usual, from a hook to which was fastened the clothesline in Farmer Brown's doofyard was hanging an old ' coat. Farmer Brown's Boy had hung it there that very morning. It had been we for there had been a shower, and he had hung it there to dry. Jenny Wren was looking that old coat all over and grow ing more and more excited.: She had dis covered . the armhole of one of the sleeves and actually had crept down In side that sleeve. -;. j j' When she came out she had a look of triumph in her bright little eyes. "Here It is," said she in a most decided way. "What is here?" demanded Mr. Wren, looking much pussled; "Our new home." retorted Jenny. "We must get right to work on it." Mr. Wren blinked and stared about him foolishly. "Where is itr he asked. "Didn't you see me come out of that hole Just now?" snapped Jenny, meaning the sleeve of the : old coat. That is where we are going to make our home." Mr. Wren was quite upset. t'Make out home In that thing?" he exclaimed. "Jenny Wren, ere ydu wholly crasy In your head? Whoever heard of making a home in such a place as that?" "If no ' one ever heard of It before, someone! is hearing of it now." retorted Jenny in her most decided tone, the tone that Mr. Wren knew meant that she had fully .made up her mind and that it would, be useless to argue with her. Still, this was euch an unheard of thing that it shocked him and he couldn't give In right away. . . "We can never build a nest in that thing." said he. "We certainly can't if we don't try. retorted Jenny, once more poking her head in at the armhole of the old coat. "This Is no place for a nest." argued Mr. .Wren. "It swings In every puff, of Wind." . . "So does the nest of Goldie the Oriole hanging from the tip of one of those long branches of .the big elm tree," re torted Jenny Wren. - f"But that thin gdoesn't loo kto me as if it is fastened." grumbled Mr. Wren, examining the old eoat with disapproval. "Supposing it should blow down." "NOW - A r says the Good Judge WB CUT is a long fine-cut c give nthe Jobs." i . .. ' "I ain't lookin for a Job, so I ain't scairt of him." T. Paer chuckled. "I'll call him up. if you say so." "Will you?" Polly Tician said hope fully. ' "It'd be awful kind of you." "Gimme Ferd Reed's phone," T. Paer instructed , central a moment later. "What you want the number for?" he bawled in response to central's request. You ain't been work in very long, have you? Naw!" he added. "I don't want information. : I want Ferd - Reed. : If I want any information I'll ask for it. Well." he gibbered into the mouthpiece, "you don't have to 1ve any number when you want the fire department or the police, so get off your foot 'nd give me Ferd. - I thought we was goin' to get service when you raised the rates," he babbled. ' "What in the- " The number's Main $521. Polly Tician suggested, "You never get any place trying to talk to a telephone girl." "All right." T. Paer muttered, "then gimme Main 3521. 'Hello." he said. "I want to talk to Bob Stanfield, ain't be there r '-S.;,v-- . "I'm i: expecting I him." Ferd's voice purred over the wire. Who is this?" "This is T. Paer," the . little man an swered testily. 1 "What're you tryiri to do, give me alFdison examination?" "Oh, -Hello, j T. Paer," Ferd cooed. "Bob's in for you. I thought maybe it was some of them pie hunters after him. Just bold the wire." . J . i-'? , , "Hello, old man," Bob's hearty tones broke in. "I'm awful glad you called up. What can Ii do for you?" "Not a blamed thing." T. Paer an swered. "I been tryin' to locate you 'nd called Ralph Williams 'nd Tom Neubauaen. but they didn't know you was in townV-J.. "Well," Bob answered evasively, "I just cot In and I thought 'maybe there was some mail here for me, so I dropped In to see Ferd first" "Polly Tician's lookin for you," T. Paer Informed ; him. "She wants to ask you to appoint a friend to some office." Tell Polly," Bob said earnestly, "that I'll do anything in the world 'for her. Of course I'm not committing myself, but I'll do anything I can for the good of the state of Oregon." "Then I guess her man's as good as appointed." T. Paer eatd sarcastically. "You know how to make 'em all feel good. Goodbye." : Goodbye." Bob said. "After this," T. Paer said, as he hung up the receiver, "when you want to know anything about Bob ask Ferd first." : i ; i "Can you beat itr Polly Tician mut tered. .." i You worry," T. Paer chuckled, "I ain't.".- $- a s - : - J Mr. Wren Argue "What Mr. Wren, looking much puzzled. Time enough to suppose that when it happens," snapped Jenny. : "It looks to me like something that belongs to Farmer Brown's Boy," said Mr. Wren doubtfully. "It may have belonged te him once, but what of .it? It belongs to us now." retorted Jenny, and disappeared in the sleeve with a email stick. "It is too pear Farmer Brown's nouse." protested Mr. Wren. Jenny came out of the sleeve In a hurrv. and It wmn nlnin tn mm that had lost her patience. Her tall Jerked tne way it always does when she is ex cited. "Tut, tut. tut. tut." said she. "Not another word frnm vnu U, tot . another word. , I said we are going te maice our home here, and here it is go ing to be. j I'm not afraid of Farmer Brown's Boy. He is one of the best friends we have. Black Pussy the Cat can't get at us here. Chatterer the Bed Squirrel won't think of looking for a nest in any such place. It is close to the Old Orchard, and I told jgu I could not be happy anywhere else. Now, hold your tongue and get to work. ; You've wasted too much time already." "I suppose you must have your way. You always do," grumbled Mr. Wren, and obediestly went to look for some little sticks. , : (Oopyrish 1821. by T. W. Barf Ml) The next 1 story : "The Great Surprise of Farmer Brown's Boy." - d S 99 -ls j here?" demanded AY A man can get a heap more satisfaction from a small chew of this class of tobacco, than he ever could get from a big chew of the old kind. He finds it costs less, too. The good - tobacco taste lasts so much longer he doesn't need to have a fresh chew nearly as often. Any man who uses the Real Tobacco Chew will tell you that. . 'J : Put up in two styles US tobacco GUT is a short-cut tobacco 1 JERRY ON THE JOB U(SUTiT aw oooa I1 GOT ) T" LITTLE JIMMY HI KID .TAM6 THro CANDY Down the stueet Tb number n an' GVt IT TO THE UIWUHWT U. POME TO THE DOOR AN 'TELL HEfl THAT ITS FROM HER.' 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