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Show FOUL PLAY HUMOR By Kathryn Brummond THE teen aged cousins, Myrtle Myr-tle and Bob, had been at the farm fur a week when Bob said, "Let's hatch up a murder mystery. mys-tery. Bury some old bones down Id the cornfield and fool Aunt Mag and Uncle Robert." They chose a little height of land, well Into the field, and half-buried half-buried the ancient bonei In the center of a row. Bob was hoeing potatoes while Myrtle and her aunt gathered eggs when a commotion down at the line fence drew Myrtle's attention atten-tion "Who's that down there with Uncle Robert?" she asked. But before the words were out, she knew The trim maroon uniforms uni-forms the two men wore, their visored caps and shoulder holsters marked them 89 highway patrolmen. patrol-men. Aunt Mag bristled with curiosity. "I wasn't going to tell you Myrtle. We didn't want to frighten you, but you'll find out anyhow." "I know Murderl" Myrtle gulped. "Of course they don't know for sure," her aunt continued, "but they suspect something of the sort." "I must tell Bob!" Myrtle shouted, shout-ed, and ran for the garden "Oh Bob! They've found It!" Dropping his hoe, Bob Joined Myrtle in racing down to the line fence. Aunt Mag also had Joined the group, anxious to hear the latest report "You know what I think." Uncle Robert saiu, "I think Sheriff Sher-iff Anderson is stirring this whole thing up just for publicity. It sounds fishy to me. Anybody can drop out of sight for a few days without getting killed." "But what about that letter he wrote?" Aunt Mag demanded. Bob started violently. "What's that? What letter are you talking about?" he exclaimed. His Uncle looked at Bob curiously. curious-ly. "Why, I thought you children knew all about It. Old Man White has disappeared." Drawing his cousin aside, Bob whispered with a groan, "Oh Myrtle, my fingerprints are on every door and window of the White house and they'll find those bones tomorrow!" After supper the family was startled by a violent explosion In the direction of the White place They all ran outside Another blast rent the air. "Sounds like dynamite!" Uncle Robert cried, hurrying to the garage. ga-rage. All of them scrambled into the car and soon they were on the main road, heading for the White farm. As they approached the place, they saw other cars threading the driveway onto the yard. Up near the house, they could see a score of half grown boys scurrying around and, further away, some older fellows hurling explosives to the ground. A light went on In the kitchen This was the signal for a deafening deaf-ening crescendo of tin on tin "Why, it's a charivari!" Aunt Mag exclaimed. Presently the door opened and Mr. White stepped out on the porch with a woman on his arm. Uncle Robert called another neighbor over to his car "Is the old man really married?" he asked. "Yep. Widow from Elkton. They come off the evening train 'n the boys follered 'em out here." Uncle Robert laughed uproariously. uproari-ously. "And we thought it was foul play!" "I'll say it's foul play," the other man chuckled. "She marie away with the old man, all riyht Yes, and she done that nephew of his'n out of a fortune too." |