The Jacksboro Gazette (Jacksboro, Tex.), Vol. 60, No. 28, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 7, 1939 Page: 3 of 8
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mother and father, three alsterg, Helen,
Adele and "Limpy,” are visited by their
Aunt Olympia, politically minded wifa of
CHAPTER I—Continued
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- “Girls,” began Aunt Olympia, In
a voice that had gone up two tones
in pitch. In her emotional condi-
tion she alternately jabbed her wet
eyes with her fingers and then fell,
from habit, to a furious massage
of her under-chin, quite unaware
that she did either. “Girls, you
know your mother and I were sis-
ters. We were closer than sisters.
We .were almost like a couple of
sections of one soul. When we were
young, that is. We haven’t seen
much of each other the last twenty
years, but we never changed. Now—
you know, girls, I have things pretty
nice with the Senator. And Wash-
ington’s a lovely town, full of build-
ings, and—and saddle paths and—
golf courses—a very nice town! . . .
We haven’t any children of our own.
And no fault of ours, either, though
it’s thrown up to us plenty during
campaigns that the best we have
done for posterity is a couple of
pedigreed pups . . . But it’s al-
ways been a great grief to the Sen-
ator and me, and if you girls would
come and make us a nice long visit
and—and live with us a while—you
might get to like it, in time. Limpy
could go to a girls’ school right
there and live at home. They’ve
got good schools in Washington and
it isn’t as if we couldn’t afford it.
Helen could get rested up after her
operation as her father wished, and
you could all take time to get over
this terrible shock and—get your
feet on the gronnrt again. W.ish':.a-
ton itself is an education. Every-
body says Washington is a liberal
education. Too liberal some say, but
an education anyhow. Think what an
experience it would be for you three
young things to live for a while in
the town where great national fig-
ures like Andrew Jackson, Grover
Cleveland and Woodrow Wilson
lived, and did, and died for their
country, and sent their voices ring-
ing down the corridor of time I”
The girls, who had gazed wide-
eyed and speechless at this surpris-
ing proposal, smiled faintly at that.
"But, Aunt Olympia, what would
the Senator think, having you plunk
three large-sized orphan nieces down
on him like that?”
“He’d love it I Who wouldn’t?”
she countered quickly. “Especially
pretty ones!—I see Adele is still the
best-looking. But that’s all right.
You’re all good-looking enough, and
beauty isn’t everything; though I
sometimes think,” she added hon-
estly, “that in most cases it seems
to be plenty I . . . You know, girls,”
she added pathetically, swabbling
absent-mindedly at her chin, “I
adored your mother. And she loved
me! And I’d like—and I think she’d
like—to have her children with me
as my very own for a while. She
knows how I felt about those chil-
dren I didn’t have and I know she’d
like to lend me hers. And you nev-
er can tell what might come of
it. Everybody goes to Washington
some time or another. You can meet
anybody there: rich men, poor men,
diplomats, congressmen—the place
is lousy with congressmen, both in-
cumbent and ex. No one knows
what great, good things might come
of your being there with me. What
do you think of it?” she asked ea-
gerly.
“We are so surprised we can’t
think at all,” said Helen. “But we
do think it is wonderful of you to
ask us and it would certainly be a
marvelous opportunity for Adele and
Limpy. We could pay our expenses
with the insurance money.”
“You pay nothing with that in-
surance money! You save that in-
surance money for emergencies, as
Adele says. If you come with me,
you come as my own children, and
—the Senator pays the bills. And I
will say for the Senator, he’s got
money and he’s willing to spend it.
He’s no begrudger . . . Except
maybe on taxes . . . Well, is it all
settled then?”
“Not quite settled,” said Helen,
smiling. “We haven’t decided; there
are so many things to consider. And
you haven’t asked the Senator. You
talk to him about it when you go
home, and let us know how he feels.”
"When I go home! But you’re go-
ing with me!”
Helen shook her head. “Not un-
less you stay till the close of the
semester. Limpy's got to finish high
school. That will give the Senator
plenty of time to decide how he feels
about the idea.”
Aunt Olympia gave a derisive
snort. “It takes him no time at all
for me to make up my mind,” she
said. “I’ll call him up right now
and settle it.”
Aunt Olympia got the Senator on
a long-distance call to Washington.
He had been in bed and asleep but
he answered cheerfully enough.
“You girls come here,” whispered
Aunt Olympia. “You listen for your-
selves." She was very sure of the
"Hello, Del,” she boomed heartily
into the transmitter. “Got you out
“Del, I want to ask your advice
about something." The Senator
coughed faintly over the telephone.
He knew what that meant. Olym-
pia had made up her mind. She
never asked his advice until she
had reached a conclusion.
“Del, what do you think of my
bringing these poor dear little chil-
dren back to Washington to live with
us a while?”
The Senator cleared his throat.
‘Wait till I wipe my glasses,” he
said.
“He’s so tickled he’s crying,” she
whispered loudly to the girls.
‘That’s the way he cries—he wipes
his glasses.”
“Olympia,” the Senator said, and
he spoke brokenly, for he was deep-
ly moved, “that’s the best idea you
ever had in your life. Of course,
our home is their home. Of course
they are our children from this on.
Who has a better right to them
by magic under her ample curves.
Her hands clenched and her dim-
ples disappeared into knotty knuck-
les. The left comer of her mouth
tightened and curled upward. The
lid of her left eye went down un-
til the lashes touched her cheek.
The girls, amazed, almost fright-
ened, stared in speechless wonder
for a moment. Then Helen found
voice.
“You must be very tired, Auntie.
Let’s go to bed. We can talk it
over tomorrow.”
“Yes, let’s go to bed,” said Aunt
Olympia.
Later the girls came to know and
to fear—but excitingly—this look of
Aunt Olympia’s. It signified that
she had suddenly turned Machiavel-
lian, had begun to play politics.
Even the Senator quailed before
that look.
“Are they too big for sleds?”
than we have? I’ll get things ready
for them right away. I’ll call Hilda.
After all, what is a home without
children?” •
Aunt Olympia began to cry, sniffily
from pure joy.
‘Well, that’s all right. You bring
them right along, Ollie. I’ll go down
first thing in the morning and get
them some tennis rackets and bi-
cycleB—”
“Since when, you idiot, do young
ladies play tennis and ride bicycles
in the dead of winter?”
“That’s so, too,” he admitted fee-
bly. Then he brightened. “Skates!
That’s what I I’ll get them skates.
Are they too big for sleds?”
“Del, you get nothing till I get
home. You get nothing and you do
nothing. You leave this to me. They
just wanted me to find out if you
want them! They don’t want to im-
pose on you!”
“Want them!” he ejaculated.
“Impose on me? Why, the very
ideal Let me speak to them,” he
said, in his sternest senatorial voice.
“Helen, here, Helen,” said Aunt
Olympia triumphantly. “You can
see he wants you! He wants to
speak to you . . . Del are you there,
Del? This is Helen, she’s the old-
est. This is Helen!”
“Helen, my dear child, are you
there?”
“Yes, Senator.”
“Helen, my child—my children,
for I am speaking to you all. You
don’t know how happy your aunt and
I are to have you come and live
with us. You come right along.
What train are you taking?”
Helen turned to her aunt. “He
wants to know what train you’re
taking?”
“Give me the receiver.” Olympia
charged back into the conversation.
“We don’t know what train we’re
taking. The girls can’t come for a
couple of weeks—”
“Why not?” he demanded testily.
“Why put off till next week what
should have been done long ago?”
“Because Limpy flunked her
math—I’ll send you a telegram,
Del.” And she hung up the receiver
with a triumphant air. "You can
see he wants you.”
“He sounded very nice,” said
Helen.
“Yes, he’s nice. As senators go,
I think he’s particularly nice. If
he could just break himself of that
silly habit of coughing instead of
making a remark, and wiping his
glasses instead of bursting right out
into manly tears, it would be an im-
provement. But he’s nice. You’ll
like the Senator."
“I—I really don’t know what to
say, Aunt Olympia,” said Helen dis-
tractedly. “It is so—important—”
‘‘Of course it’s important. Don’t
say anything. Just think it over
and then come, that’s all. Think of
dear little Limpy here! Think of
Adele. This may be your last chance
to see the real inside goings-on in
Washington, for if what we hear
from home is true, the Senator is
due for a fadeout this fall and this
will be our last year in Washington.”
And then, suddenly, before their
eyes, an amazihg transformation
took place. From being tearful,
fond and persuasive, Aunt Olympia
became rigid and tense. Bones, or
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CHAPTER II
On the next morning, the girls
were shocked to see that Aunt Olym-
pia retained the tense rigidity that
had come upon her so suddenly the
night before. She was quiet all
morning. Not until they sat at lunch-
eon did her expression change.
Slowly then her features relaxed.
The left corner of her mouth went
down, her left eyelid went up to
normal. Her pale blue eyes be-
came childish, bland and slightly
vacuous.
“Since when,” she inquired pres-
ently, in a voice of studied non-
chalance, “have grocery boys in
Iowa begun making deliveries in
neckties and gloves?”
For all the mild unconcern in her
eyes, she did not overlook that a
sudden electric wave, almost of
warning, flashed briefly among the
girls.
It was Limpy Who uiisweced.
Later, when Aunt Olympia knew
the girls better, she would have
known at once that because it was
Limpy who answered, Limpy was
least involved in the query. It was
an act of unstudied teamwork, a de-
fense mechanism, entirely sisterly
and natural, unmentioned even be-
tween themselves, that the girls had
developed for their mutual good.
“Oh, you mean Brick! He isn’t
the delivery boy! He owns the
store!” said Limpy.” He doesn’t
really make the deliveries. He leaves
things here as a favor on his way
home to lunchesn. He lives out this
way.”
“They have a lovely house,” said
Helen belatedly. ‘‘They hired a flor-
ist landscaper to lay out their
. grounds.”
“There’s still money in groceries,
darling,” concluded Limpy,
“How old are you, Limpy?” asked
Aunt Olympia again, with more pro-
nounced casualness.
“Seventeen,” came promptly.
“Sixteen and a half, says the Bi-
ble,” corrected Adele.
“Why, Auntie?”
“Oh, I just wondered!”
That evening, when she again
brought up the subject of their go-
ing with her to Washington, there
was nothing nonchalant, nothing cas-
ual, about her. She was taut, in
the throes of politics. She listened
intently, sitting motionless, with un-
changing expression, to Helen’s half-
hearted recital of the difficulties in
their way. In the first place, they
could not make any move at all un-
til Limpy had finished this last term
of high school.
“That’s soon enough. You can
come then,” said Aunt Olympia
agreeably.
In the end, it simmered down to
two facts: that while Helen was
obliged honestly to admit it was a
marvelous opportunity for Adele and
Limpy, who were young and whose
lives were still unplanned, her own
future lay right there in Iowa where
she already had her teacher’s cer-
tificate; and that her sisters would
not go east without her.
“But there’s a future beyond
teaching school,” said Aunt Olym-
pia. “There’s the real future—mar-
riage: every woman’s real career.
What eligible men have you in a
one-horse town like this? You girls
have the looks and the style and the
personality to marry anybody—any-
body at all; diplomats, millionaires,
senators—anybody at all.’’
Again she noted the faint flash,
half-questioning, half-warning, that
glinted from girl to girl.
“Even though I dread separation
from the girls,” said Helen, “I see
the advantages for them and—I wish
—I even urge them to go without
me.
“That’s out,” said Limpy.
“Together we stay or together we
go,” added Adele.
“To tell you the truth, girls,” Aunt
Olympia began guardedly, .“while I
love you devotedly and want you to
come with me for yourselves alone,
still—to tell the truth—I really need
you. It may be that you three girls,
young, innocent, pretty, can be the
Senator’s salvation. The Senator’s
salvation and my salvation. Polit-
ically you can be of great help.”
The girls stared at her in star-
tled silence. Then:
“We don’t know a thing about pol-
itics!”
“I’m the only one old enough to
vote anyhow, and it will be my
first,” said Helen.
“It’s not your votes we need. It’s
your vote-getting quality, your
pull.” Aunt Olympia’s left lid re-
duced her eye to a mere squint.
"The Senator comes up again this
fall and he’s got a tough fight on
his hands.” She warmed to her sub-
ject. “And do you know who’s do-
ing the Senator all this dirt? It’s a
man the Senator made! He simply
made him! He was a small-town
preacher until the Senator persuad-
ed him to go into politics I There
was a split in our party and the
Governor was trying to get control
and naturally the Senator couldn’t
support him. So he made a deal
with the Republicans and promised
to support Brother Wilkie for gov-
ernor if they would run him, and
they did and he was elected. The
Senator planned his entire campaign
for him. ■ He even put up the mon-
ey—most of it himself and got his
friends to contribute the rest. He
taught him all the tricks. He lent
him our own publicity man, the best
campaign man that ever lived. And
what happened?”
“What did?” asked the girls,
breathlessly, in one voice.
“Well, two years ago, when the
Senator had pledged himself to
somebody else and asked Brother
Wilkie—the Governor, that is—to
withdraw like a gentleman, he
wouldn’t do it. He ran again. He
used all the tricks the Senator had
taught him—and our publicity man
—and won!”
“But if he’s Governor, that doesn’t
interfere with the Senator, does it?”
‘‘Ah, but now the bug’s really got
him! He wants to be senator. He
aims to be President some day, we
all know that. He doesn’t even deny
it. He’s come out against the Sena-
tor and is putting up the fight of his
life to beat us at our own game.”
“But what could we do about it,
Auntie? Not even I could vote in
your state!”
“You don’t have to vote. Your
looks will turn the trick; your looks
and your innocence and—and your
general pathos. Brother Wilkie, the
Governor, that is, the snake-in-the-
grass, has seven of the most un-
speakable little brats that ever
lived. He campaigns with them. The
Senator put him up to it in the
first place but he’s running it into
the ground. He takes the whole kit
and boodle of them right along with
him and has them sit on the plat-
form and eat peanuts and shout,
‘Vote for Papa!’ ”
The girls tried considerately but
unsuccessfully to repress their
laughter.
“Not being satisfied with the sev-
en brats, last campaign he dug up
some old hag from someplace, calls
her his great-aunt, a wrinkled,
gnarled, crippled old beldame who
hobbles around on a cane and pre-
tends she can’t hear without an ear
trumpet. He takes her stumping
with him, too, and she bangs on the
“You’d better stick to
mourning.”
back of the chair with her tin
trumpet and shouts through it, when
he makes a good point, ‘That’s my
nevvy! Tell ’em, Newy!’ In my
opinion, it’s a megaphone to shout
through and no ear trumpet at all.
And what’s more, I don’t believe
she’s his aunt. I think he—or that
devil, Len Hardesty—dug her up out
of some graveyard or old ladies’
home,.for she’s never around except
during campaigns, and she certainly
doesn’t look like him or any of the
seven brats.”
“Oh, I see what you’re getting at,”
said Limpy brightly. “You want
us to hobble around on canes and
shout through tin trumpets and take
the shine off the beldame.”
“Oh, no I don’t. Not by a long
shot.” Aunt Olympia relaxed then
and leaned back in her chair, re-
garding them with a smile of bliss-
ful contentment. “I just want you
to be three dear sweet innocent lit-
tle orphans—Dretty ones!—that the
Senator and I have taken into our
home to live with us.” Her eyes
narrowed suddenly. “You’d better
stick to mourning, I suppose, though
in the main I’m against mourning. I
don’t consider it religious . . . Yes,
mourning, all right. But we’ll soften
it. We’U make it black and white,
and white and black.”
"I wonder if I’m getting color-
blind,” said Adele. “They sound just
alike to me.”
“Not a bit of it. It’ll be mostly
black with touches of white for Hel-
en, because she’s the oldest; and
mostly white with touches of black
for Limpy, because she’s no more
than a child. And it’ll be about
half and half for you, Adele, be-
cause black and white is very be-
coming and will set off your good
looks.”
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