Judge — July 13, 1918 — page 12: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Draven by T. S. Surtivant we could ‘Sic’ our Bridget apparently you had no appointment with the lady in your case “T didn’t. My coming was unexpected. I’m navigating a destroyer. Been convoying. My naval beauty is in Havre, undergoing a slight operation for broken nose. A few days ago we rammed a sub. “And you're going to Havre to-night?” “Yes. Expect to be in Folkestone early to-morrow “Say, old chap, you must do me a favor. I want to go with you, and take a train from Folkestone to London.” “You'd have to be a Prime Minister, or a President, or a Secretary of War, or something equally fussy to go on my boat. It’s impossible, old man! "Tisn’t done, you know!” Benham suddenly stiffened to a salute. An Ameri- can naval officer of high rank was approaching with a serious-looking envelope in his hand. He gave this to Benham with: “I shall not return with you. The conference is continued. Your orders are here.” He indicated the envelope. The big naval man studied Furlong closely, and ap- parently had noted the airman’s decorations. “Introduce me to your young friend,” he asked Benham. There is a freemasonry among war heroes, regardless of rank. The introduction followed. Benham left the big naval man and Furlong temporarily, and while he was away the American ace and the soldier of the sea chatted like comrades. Benham never knew how it came about, but when he reappeared his superior said: “Take this young man to Folkestone with you. It’s an exceptional case, Lieutenant, and esn’t modify the regulations, which you must not relax.” : “You're a wonder!” said Benham to Furlong as they boarded the repaired destroyer at Havre that evening. How did you do it?” “Well, I spun him a yarn.” Furlong would not go. The Channel passage was rough, as usual. Despite his dives, his loops, his nose spins and other defiances of equilibrium in the air, Furlong was a poor sailor. And Benham laughed over his temporary miseries. Just before they parted Benham was curious enough And beyond this to ask the name of the lady in Furlong’s case. “I may meet her sometime, old man, and I shall be pleased to give her a good ac- count of you “Her name is Kensing,” replie “Kensing! Madge Kensing?” “How did you guess?” “IT didn’t guess. Why, she’s the girl J went to Paris to see!” “Then you know her too?” Furlong was so amazed he was almost stupid. ‘Know her! We've corresponded a lot. I’ve written her things about my work that I had to skip the censor with. They parted in a mutual mental fog and suspicious of each other. At Miss Kensing’s address in London Furlong found that young woman had left the day previously for New York, or some Atlantic port, on a returning transport. “She had special permission,” said the wo- man friend who told Furlong, ‘‘and will write a story about it. She’s a wonderful journalist, 1 suppose you know.” And the woman friend of Miss Kensing wanted to show Furlong two of the wonderful journalist’s most successful stories. One was “With an Ace in the Air” and the other was entitled “With a Yankee Destroyer.” Furlong. Trial by Jury “What is that Scotch verdict?” “Not guilty, but don’t do it again “We can cap that with the American verdict.’ “What is that? “Not guilty, but don’t go into vaudeville.” The Military Viewpoint Mrs. Willis—Kit married him but she can’t control him. Mr. Wiklis—I s She attained her objective but was un- able to consolidate her position. A. Hucnes “On what grounds do you claim exemption?” “There has been a recent increase in my family, your honor.” “ Boy or girl?” “ Six of one, and a half-dozen of th’ other, your honor.” comicbooks.com