The House of Torchy

Chapter 28

And he signifies polite that the interview is over.

When mother tells sonny the result of this visit to headquarters, he shrugs his shoulders.

"I knew it would be that way," says he. "They"ve got me, and I"ve got to stand for it. No use askin" Quigley. You might as well go home."

"But at least you can get away long enough to have dinner with us," says mother.

"Nothing doin"," says Wilfred. "Can"t get out unless Quigley signs a pa.s.s, and he won"t."

"Oh, come!" says I. "He don"t look so bad as all that. Let me see what I can do with him."

Well, after I"d chased the ladies back to the hotel with instructions to wait hopeful, I hunts up Top Sergeant Quigley. Had quite a revealin"

chat with him, too. Come to look at him close after he"d washed up, he"s rather decent appearin". Face seems sort of familiar, too.

"Didn"t you play first base for the Fordhams?" I asks.

"Oh, that was back in "14," says he.

"As I remember," says I, "you was some star on the bag, though. Now, about young Bliss. Case of mommer"s pet, you know."

"He had that tag all over him," says Quigley. "But we"re knockin" a lot of that out of him. He"s comin" on."

"Good!" says I. "Would it stop the process to let him off for an evenin"

with the folks--dinner and so on?"

"Why, no; I guess not," says Quigley. "Might do him good. But he must apply himself. Send him along."

So a half hour later I sat on a cot in the cow-barn and watched Wilfred, fresh from the shower bath, get into his army uniform.

"Say," he remarks, strugglin" through his khaki shirt, "I didn"t think old Quig would do it."

"Seemed glad to," says I. "Said you was comin" on fine."

"He did?" gasps Wilfred. "Quigley? Well, what do you know!"

Not such a bad imitation of a soldier, Wilfred, when he"d laced up the leggins and got the snappy-cut coat b.u.t.toned tight. He"s some different from what he was when sister first discovered him. And we had quite a gay dinner together.

First off mother was for campin" right down there indefinitely, where she could see her darlin" boy every day; but between Wilfred and me we persuaded her different. I expect the hotel quarters had something to do with it, too. Anyway, after Wilfred had promised to try for a couple of days off soon, for a visit home, she consents to start back in the mornin".

"What I dread most, Wilfred," says she, "is leaving you at the mercy of that horrid sergeant."

"Oh, I"ll get along with him somehow," says Wilfred. "I"m goin" to try, anyway."

And right there, as I understand it, Wilfred Stanton Bliss started to be a man and a soldier. He had a long way to go, though, it seemed to me.

So here the other day, only a couple of weeks since we made our trip, I"m some surprised to see who it is givin" me the zippy salute on the station platform out home. Yes, it"s Wilfred. And say, he"s got his shoulders squared, he"s carryin" his chin up, and he"s wearin" his uniform like it grew on him.

"Well, well!" says I. "Got your furlough, eh?"

"Yes, sir," says he. "Seventy-two hours. Had a whale of a time, too. You can"t guess who I brought home with me, I"ll bet."

I couldn"t.

"Our top sergeant--Quigley," says he. "Say, he"s all right. He"s had us transferred to the best barracks in camp. Guess we deserve it, too, for we"re on the way to bein" the crackerjack section of them all. You ought to see us drill. Some cla.s.s! And it"s all due to Quigley. Do you know what he thinks? That we"re slated among the next lot to go over. How about that, sir? Won"t that be great?"

"Huh!" says I. "How long ago was it you signed up, Wilfred?"

"Just six weeks, sir," says he.

"Whiffo!" says I, gawpin" at him. "If we had about a hundred thousand Quigleys!"

CHAPTER XII

VEE GOES OVER THE TOP

"But listen, Vee," says I. "If Hoover can"t pull it off, with all the backin" he"s got, what"s the use of a few of you women mixin" in?"

"At least we can try," says Vee. "The prices this Belcher person is charging are something outrageous. Eggs ninety cents!"

"We should worry," says I. "Ain"t we got nearly a hundred hens on the job?"

"But others haven"t," says Vee. "Those people in that row of little cottages down by the station. The Walters, for instance. He can"t get more than twenty-five or thirty dollars a week, can he?"

"There"s so many cases you can"t figure out," says I. "Maybe he scrubs along on small steaks or fried chicken."

"It"s no joking matter," protests Vee. "Of course there are plenty of people worse off then the Walters. That Mrs. Burke, whose two boys are in the Sixty-ninth. She must do her marketing at Belcher"s, too. Think of her having to pay those awful prices!"

"I would," says I, "if workin"up a case of glooms was any use; but I can"t see----"

"We can see enough," breaks in Vee. "The new Belcher limousine, the additions to their hideous big house. All made, too, out of food profiteering right here. It"s got to stop, that"s all."

Which is where I should have shouted "Kamerad" and come runnin" out with my hands up, but I tried to show her that Belcher was only playin" the game like everyone else was playin" it.

"He ain"t springin" anything new," says I. "He"s just followin" the mob.

They"re all doin" it, from the Steel Trust down to the push-cart men.

And when you come to interferin" with business--well, that"s serious."

"Humph!" says Vee. "When it comes to taking advantage of poor people and depriving them of enough to eat, I call it plain piracy. And you ought to be ashamed of yourself, Torchy, standing up for such things."

So you see I was about as convincin" as a jazz band tryin" to imitate the Metropolitan orchestra doin" the overture to "Lucia." If I hadn"t finally had sense enough to switch the subject a little, there might have been a poutin" scene and maybe a double case of sulks. But when I got to askin" where she"d collected all this grouch against our local meat and provision octopus, she cheers up again.

Seems she"d been to a Red Cross meetin" that afternoon, where a lot of the ladies was swappin" tales of woe about their kitchen expense accounts. Some of "em had been keepin" track of prices in the city markets and was able to shoot the deadly parallel at Belcher. Anyway, they ditched the sweater-knittin" and bandage-rollin" for the time bein", and proceeded to organize the Woman"s Economic League on the spot.

"Sounds impressive," says I. "And what then? Did you try Belcher for treason, find him guilty, and sentence him to be shot at sunrise?"

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