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CHAPTER XlV—Continued
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was pushed into the rear
seat of the big car. The Senator
clambered after her and took her
in his arms.
“Be brave, my dear, be calm,” he
eaid, through clenched teeth, and the
cameramen got a very good flash of
them, the Senator looking stern and
noble, with Olympia in his arms,
weeping like Rachel for her lost
children. Police cleared the way.
The big car rolled off.
The crowd was a little surprised
to hear the roaring of motors as the
car went off. But they waited. They
would be back, probably, in five
minutes, with the lovely young girls
in tow. But when Jim Allen, slowly
rallying, struggled to his feet, wip
ing blood from his face, they rose
instinctively. If that blood wasn’t
beet juice, this was real drama. Jim
Allen was helped to the platform.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” he
roared, still mopping blood. “That’s
our candidate! That’s the man we
Democrats stand for! What’s an
election to a man whose home has
been ravaged? What are votes to a
Democrat whose most sacred feel
ings have been profaned? That’s the
candidate we give you—one who will
knock down his state chairman to
go to the aid of his children! La
dies and gentlemen, do what you
like with this rally. I’m going to
help our candidate rescue our chil
dren!”
Evidently, then, it was no plant.
As the constituents streamed out of
the auditorium following Jim Allen,
whose nose continued to bleed with
theatrical profusion, their resent
ment rose. These were their or
| phans who had been subjected to
this outrage.
“Call the police!” “Get out the
G-Men!” “Give us our children I”
“Down with Wilkie!” “Were the po
lice asleep?”
A pandemonium of cars swept
away in the wake of the Senator.
The wind-up rally joined the rescue.
A dozen busses, hastily filled, fol
lowed more slowly. Only those luck
less ones remained who had come
on foot or by train and had no emer
gency conveyance. These, left be
hind, eventually clustered together
and burst into noisy imprecations
of the Opposition, interspersed with
cheers for Sloppy, boos for Wilkie,
and finally fell into a sustained
chant:
“We want our orphans! We want
our orphans! We want our or
phans!”
Unfortunately, the Senator and
Aunt Olympia were unaware of this
loyal demonstration. They had re
tired from the campaign in a dead
silence, over the prostrate form of
good old Jim Allen, the state chair
man; followed, so far as they knew,
by the unbounded indignation of an
offended constituency.
For twenty noisy miles, Olympia
was satisfied to sob on the Senator’s
breast, in which burned a volcano
of suppressed passion. Finally she
found voice.
“I only wanted them—to rest a
little, Del,” she said humbly. “I
left Ben to bring them. I thought
of course they would be safe.”
“Be calm, my dear, be brave,”
said the Senator, patting her shoul
der with a hand that itched for
Brother Wilkie’s throat.
“If they’ve harmed a hair of those
children’s heads,” moaned Olympia,
“I’ll choke him with my bare hands,
and what’s more, I’ll sue him.”
“Be calm, Ollie, be brave,”
crooned the Senator, between set
teeth.
So it was Aunt Olympia and
the Senator with a belligerent police
escort, who roared into the Republi
can rally at Lancaster.
As soon as the car came to a
halt, the Senator crawled over
Olympia’s feet and started to get
out.
“You stay here! This is no place
for a woman! This is going to be a
knock-down, drag-out engagement!”
His ferocity terrified Aunt Olym
pia. She was as mad as he was,
and just as determined to fight it
out. But she wished he would leave
it to her. After all, her first re
sponsibility was the Senator. She
grabbed him with both hands. After
the wear and tear of the long cam
paign, at his age, in his state of
health, he was not physically able
to. cope with a set of blackguards
Who would stoop to such depths of
lawlessness. He must not impair
his dignity by engaging in a com
mon street brawl with ruffians. Be
sides, he would get his glasses bro
ken. So she hung on and was drawn
with him from the tonneau.
And the first thing she saw was
Len Hardesty, standing with both
arms outstretched against the rear
doof of the sound truck, from which
the police had gradually edged the
crowd away.
' “Lao Hardesty—you—you give me
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my children! You let them right
out of there this minute or I’ll call
the police!”
“Shut up, Olympia,” he said.
“They can’t come out. They haven’t
any clothes on!”
“They haven’t any clothes—” Sud
denly Aunt Olympia remembered.
She had forgotten to take the suit
case from the trailer. “Del!” she
cried. “They’ll—catch their death
of cold!” And would have collapsed,
had she not been supported by the
Senator and a couple of policemen.
The girls, watching from the nar
row little windows at the top of the
rear door, had seen the beloved and
sheltering, though agitated, figures
of the Senator and Aunt Olympia,
Limpy opened the door defiantly.
“Len Hardesty!” she screamed.
“You give me my Uncle Lancy, this
minute! You give him right here!”
The defiant voice then rose to a
familiar wail. “Aw, Uncle Lancy.”
When had Uncle Lancy heard that
appeal in vain? He did not hesitate
a moment. He relinquished Olym
pia to the arms of the policemen
with all the dignity of an old Ro
man, in smart fall coat instead of
toga, and bore down on the truck.
He didn’t say a word. He waved
his arm and Len Hardesty stood
aside. The Senator stumbled up the
steps.
“My poor children—” he began.
But Limpy interrupted.
“Come over here to this mike and
give them a piece of your mind,”
she ordered. “They said the most
outrageous things about you. They
said you were a hopeless inefficient
and turned the lights on us to prove
it. Tell them, Uncle Lancy!”
“My dear—” he remonstrated
gently.
“Here’s the mike,” said Limpy.
There was only one thing to do in
the presence of a microphone. Un
cle Lancy cleared his throat.
“Ladies and gentlemenl” he
roared.
The bands, which had been in
structed to stop playing when the
speeches began, stopped at the first
syllable. The musicians wanted to
get over to the truck themselves and
see what was going on.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the Op
position!” went on the Senator.
“This is Senator Slopshire address
ing you from my own sound truck
which was in dastardly fashion sto
len by one I have loved and trusted
for many years. I shall neither
love nor trust him again ... So I
am accused of inefficiency, eh?
Well, if to put trust in a man at
whose pulpit I have sat for spiritual
guidance, who has blessed my food
—which I gladly shared with him
—if to put trust in that man is in
efficient, then I plead guilty! Yes!
I am a hopeless inefficient! I did
trust him!
“This is the closing night of my
campaign for re-election. Thousands
had gathered at Trentfare to hear
my final message and my summary
of the issues of this campaign. But
the instant I heard that these chil
dren of mine had been ruthlessly
snatched from the swimming pool
and dragged away on this chilly
autumn night in thin bathing suits,
still wet from swimming—when I
heard that, I stopped in the middle
of a sentence. I waived the issues.
I relinquished the campaign. I sac
rificed any votes to be gained there
and rushed here at full speed to
save my children. If that is ineffi
ciency, yes! I am a hopeless in
efficient!
“Crouched beside me, here in my
sound truck, are these three girls,
three American children, bereaved
young orphans. They are still in
the wet bathing suits they wore
when kidnaped, they are shivering
and blue with cold. Their very
lives have been endangered by this
despicable act. I could stand here
for hours expounding the issues of
this campaign; it is a great oppor
tunity; but I relinquish .that oppor
tunity. I sacrifice any votes to be
gained here. I go to take my chil
dren to warmth and comfort; I go
to see them safe in their little beds,
with what precautions may be taken
to save them from the danger of
this terrible exposure they have suf
fered. If that is inefficiency, ladies
and gentlemen, yes! I am a hope
less inefficient.”
“Give them some Bible,” said
Limpy grimly. “They used Bible
on you.”
The Senator hesitated briefly. He
hadn’t been brought up on the Bible
like Brother Wilkie and the girls.
He had a special clerk to handle
his quotations. He tried desperately
to remember something.
“ ‘As ye sow, so shall ye reap,’ ”
he finally roared. “I thank you.”
“Come on, girls,” he ordered and
immediately left the truck. Again
cameras were grinding, lights flash
ing. The Senator saw nothing, heard
nothing. As he told Olympia after
ward, ha was so burned up he
didn't even remember making •
speech.
“Come on,” he thundered to the
girls from the bottom of the steps.
They hung back shyly, fearing the
crowd, the cameras, the lights.
“I’ll go first,” said Helen bravely.
“Stop crying, Limpy. Keep your
head up! We’ve nothing to be
ashamed of.”
Very pale, unsmiling, with young
head high—dignified, even with wet
curls clinging to brow and cheeks —
Helen went down. Adele followed,
looking straight ahead of her, eyes
wide, lashes unlowered.
“Oh, my darling,” groaned Len
Hardesty as she passed, but she did
not turn her head.
She was shivering; more from
nervous excitement than from cold,
for their heated emotions had
warmed them. But the crowd did
not know that. Angry cries went
up, Opposition though they were.
“Disgraceful!” “Disgusting!”
“Poor things!” “Isn’t she lovely?”
A lady took off her fur scarf and
placed it on Adele’s shoulders.
“Take It, darling,” she said sym
pathetically. “I’ll come and get it
some time.”
Limpy came last, looking small
and woebegone, with childish, tear
stained voice. She could not raise
her eyes, she could not see. Uncle
Lancy was waiting for her. As she
■tumbled weeping on the step, with
grand gesture he took off his
smart fall coat and put it about her,
picked her up in his arms and car
ried her to the door of the car.
Aunt Olympia tried to take her
away from him, but the Senator was
firm about that. He held her tight
ly, There was a little confusion get
ting into the car. Helen and Adele
had hurriedly crept into the rear
seat, but since both Uncle Lancy and
Olympia wanted to sit with Limpy,
they got out, huddled now in warm
automobile robes generously contrib
uted by tearful sympathizers and
got in the front seat with the driver.
Martin was at the wheel. Ben Baldy
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He held her tightly.
being so wrought up over the occur
rence he could not be trusted to
drive carefully.
Limpy at last was warmly en
sconced between uncle and aunt,
each with an arm around her and
trying to pull her away from the
other.
“Leave her alone, Ollie,” said the
Senator, with unaccustomed acerbi
ty. “I’m trying to warm her up.”
“I’m warmer than you are, Del!”
she said angrily. “Her place is in a
mother’s arms!”
Limpy diplomatically continued to
weep bitterly and submitted to pull
ing from both sides.
“Home, Martin, fast!” said the
Senator.
“But drive carefully,” said Aunt
Olympia. “An accident would make
them nervous.”
For many miles the car sped
along in complete silence except for
the screaming sirens of the biggest
police escort accorded any candi
date in any state in the 1938 cam
paign. Finally, in a small voice,
Limpy spoke.
“Uncle Lancy, perhaps I’d bet
ter make a clean breast of it,” she
said humbly. “You may as well
know the worst. I—l made a—sort
of a speech.”
Uncle Lancy patted her knee with
his free hand. “Did you indeed?”
he said heartily. “That was nice
of you, Limpy.”
“It wasn’t so hot,” she confessed.
“I’m afraid it was a little too—ex
temporaneous ... I didn’t seem to
have much to say.”
“I have the same trouble my
self,” said the Senator encouraging
ly. “I often wonder how I can talk
as long as I do when I have so
very little to say.”
“What did you say, Limpy?”
asked Aunt Olympia, jealously edg
ing into the conversation.
“Oh, I didn’t say much,” ad
mitted Limpy. “I—l just said Un
cle Lancy is—a swell guy.”
Uncle Lancy was so touched that
he started to reach for his glasses
but remembering just in time that
Aunt Olympia would get Limpy
away from him if he did, he resigned
himself and settled back in the fog.
“A very commendable senti
ment,” he said approvingly. “I’ve
often wanted to say the same thing
but I never could find just the op
portune moment for it. You have to
get a good break to work in a thing
like that. I congratulate you, my
dear.”
“Be quiet,,” said Olympia rudely.
i "The girls are too tired to be talked
to.”
i Hilda, though she had not ex
pected them for hours, received
them dourly but without surprise.
She did not even raise an eyebrow
at sight of the girls, in swim suits,
swathed in automobile robes. It was
not easy to surprise Hilda.
‘‘Where are the prizes?” she in
quired, with irritable interest.
“Prizes!” boomed Aunt Olympia.
“Wasn’t it a beauty contest?” said
Hilda. “Seems as if to me they’re
dressed for it.”
She helped Aunt Olympia give
them hot baths and rub them down
with rough warm towels; gave them
all the hot lemonade they could drink
and warmed their beds with hot
water bottles. Uncle Lancy tele
phoned the doctor to find what pre
ventive measures should be taken
and was relieved to learn that every
thing that had been done was the
right thing, and that they need only
be kept warm and quiet until they
had thoroughly recuperated.
“And if they catch anything, we’ll
see what to do next," said the Doc
tor, which Uncle Lancy faithfully
retailed to Aunt Olympia.
As a final precaution, Aunt Olym
pia made each take an aspirin and
five grains of quinine. Hilda closed
the windows and lowered the blinds.
“Now, just calm down, my dears,
and go to sleep,” said Aunt Olym
pia soothingly. “If you feel wake
ful or nervous or a chill coming
on, ring immediately for Hilda and
she’ll give you more hot lemonade
and quinine. And thank God it’s
over. You’ve been to Waterloo and
now you are safe and warm in your
little beds on St. Helena. Don’t get
up tomorrow. You can have your
meals in bed. There’ll be quite a
rumpus and more reporters nosing
around, but keep your door shut and
I’ll strangle a few, if necessary.
Stay in bed a week if you want to.
I’ll very likely stay with you. And
don’t worry. I’ll bring you Len Har
desty’s head on a platter first tima
I get my hands on him.”
Then she turned off the light* and
closed the door.
She headed at once for the room
she shared, rather grudgingly, with
the Senator.
“Another pitcher of hot lemonade
for the Senator,” she said to Hilda
over her shoulder.
The Senator was already in night
shirt and bathrobe and warm slip
pers. He was smoking a cigarette.
“Did you take their tempera
ture?” he demanded. “Did they
have a chill?”
“I wish you’d be more grammati
cal, Del,” she said irritably. “How
can three girls have one tempera
ture and one chill? Did you change
to your flannel nightshirt?”
“My dear, it’s a very mild night.
You know I never change to flannel
till the first snow.”
“It’s a chilly night, or I miss my
guess! I’ve got trouble enough with
out pneumonia.” She fished roughly
about in a drawer and produced
the flannels. “Change,” she ordered
briskly. “And be quick about it.”
The Senator made the exchange
rather than start an argument.
“Did they seem feverish?” he
asked.
“If Limpy caught cold—and she’s
still shivery—l’ll sue that louse,”
said Aunt Olympia, to whom sueing
was a far more menacing procedure
than a mere wringing of necks, “In
fact, I’m not sure but I’ll stand on
my constitutional rights and sue the
American system. You’d better get
in bed, Del. Here comes Hilda with
your lemonade and whisky. You’d
better take these two quinine, first.”
“You only gave them one qui
nine,” he remonstrated.
“More grammar. One apiece,”
she reproved him severely. “Any
how, you’re older than they are and
have less reaction . . . You don’t
feel anything coming on, do you?”
The Senator got into bed. “Yes,
I feel a fade-out coming on,” he
said, with a smile that was not
rueful. “And it was worth it. Did
you hear me take the hide of! Broth
er Wilkie?”
“If he just manages to trip over
that carpet they blackmailed me
into buying and breaks his neck, it’ll
be cheap at the price . . . Give
him two jiggers, Hilda.”
“You’ve had a pretty easy sum
mer, so it won’t make any differ
ence if you lose a little sleep to
night, Hilda,” she said. “I want
you to keep an eye on the girls
and if any of them seems to be
catching anything, you call me im
mediately and ’phone the doctor.
And don’t disturb us. Don’t ever
disturb us again as long as we live.
If anybody calls up, you say the
Senator’s running for chief shiek of
the United Mohammedans and is in
a conference with Allah. If report
ers come, give them rat poison. We
don’t want to see anybody or hear
anything for the next six months. If
you need help, call the police.”
“Won’t you be wanting coffee?”
asked Hilda, almost hopefully.
“Yes. We’ll be wanting coffee
when we ring for it and that’s all
we will be wanting. Be sure to keep
an eye on the girls and let me know
if they start chills or fever . . . Cof
fee, nothing else.”
“Won’t you be wanting the morn
ing papers?”
“Heavens, Ollie!” ejaculated the
Senator, and the unwonted profanity
showed how wrought up he was. “I
forgot the press. Do you suppose
they got pictures?”
“Well, thank God the girls have
straight legs,” said Olympia. “No,
Hilda. No papers! Never any more
papers as long as we live! Good
night, Hilda, Go and look in on the
girls, will you? If they need any
thing, let me know.”
(TO BE CONTINUED}
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