Evening Star Newspaper, March 20, 1921, Page 60

MARCH " 20, 19 PART 4 ; —_—r e __———————————— The vigorous dipping of the paddic|store just iike there wasn't no little , . - . 1 5 5 S o and the swift cutting \..: WAL o of|1Xter had come and sneaked into my I‘_;I O M E G R O \%% N [z One of Fannie Hurst’s Unusual Stories |z i = i s i Biese (o0 \ . ’ meuse over a green velvet carpet and SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C A stav streaked downward and died ) 7 T 2 AR < 5 3 o e fee Sint el S Kies between sales swappin' N st th ach Hotel placed How-do-do. : out and plucked one it would trem-|nostrils the sudden and pungentjabout it, T'll whisper something in,dies in while youre cutting €00t in its fight. Miss Fink luy fat back- appin’ manicures N August the Heach o ] Howidodol Ble and titillate in her hand like an|smell of pine needles. your ea with the 1id of a baking powder can: | ward in the bowt Lot face foreshort- | %1h the girls and daring Eddie i1 , cots in its upper corrido “Gowann, get acquainted and show |ember of white fire and die without| “This was sure some ride, Mr.| “Sure. Gee, a little of that would make the} e)ed and upturnca stock boy to wriggle his ears for us, silk velour in the Turkish room at | €U BRE MPUANCE L Gllly T T wish you wasn't going back—I ‘doubled its rates. The local Bison| each other a good time. Prokes is the|singeing her palm.> | Prokes. 1 kinda feel like we'd just| “It looks like I'm going to land be- raise its nap for shamel .ny;n,: Just wish you wasn't, Miss Rirdie. e | arest 1 ve his| paddle, : & -ft| hind th v Me- convention, recruited from the|Grand Mogul of Miami on the Miami “The nearest I'ye ever been to thisipaddled out of the world and leftihind the counter of the new Alc s d s hwest, arrived with wives Birdie, and the Heap Big Chief of the|is rowin’ in Bronx Park. Gee. At nrherina. v i stenito, her—say, | Pheeters when it opens next month!” | } our mone 5 ¢ tark | She nestled deeper o her cushion, { “T g0l 1he two best reasons a givp ®reat southwest, Southwest Order of the Well Fed Bison.” [ this quiet? I feelrlike I was liStenin'| ,int <he some little warbier?" | “Oh'—the new thirty-story one on ‘Migawd. whisper that line of ' one arm fiu semicircle d have. A dollar-sixty and a rail and . - stop-over-at-Chicago tourist| = “Quit callin’ me names, Gill to Mai i ‘The Rosary’ to We ain't left livin' behind, a-tall,|32d street in a phonograph r»mrd." S on | about her her w icket in my pocketbook ai a" < Liekets; Little Rock. Abilene.Kokomo| “He says Miami on the Miami's got | mu e i T antoh! Siv shoud Reny's man. | BIsdle_Snil T3 enn it o MAISIe SoE R e | Show sdvencs Sy Coy e lar Bluff rocked on the lake| the Noo York water-front run clear off | The dip-dipping of the paddie. the /% (1) J and e Just|aging it and he promised the counter |& tentennial present. been w slecping Aar | Monday morr with me on the job and. Popl ‘hanged | the picture post-cards and that the only | rustle of water against the delicate plngSneatesand. g « JUSLIT me before the plans were even x ol MR - Drip—Drip-p’ They flo, ently, | selling the eight-hapdred.do Job side of the veranda and exchanged and original hayseeds are grown be-|sides of the canoe, the string of vil- 5 ldry | ave on. T can manage You I ¥OU L in 4 rywrie 'of oving waters of gold Maisiwe et e popufation, sunburn lotion, cat| tween the Battery and the Bronx Get|lage lights. the yellow windows of the . ain't life. funny | me job!™ get violent.” A smile trembled atrons Miss FInkis §ing the ceoron unlvs head ‘or kasw: S together, you two, and lemme referee| hotel receding—receding r & little lady like you it ought | . but 111 know any What's them lights over there, . "ung g0 @ ther 50 thit Bier ] o . reauon awhy bt sutches and cigars. the game Life ain't much after all. Miss|always to b et as wistaria.” | day now. I may run down to Chi-|Gilly?” voice came soft btreis “1-—I just think we ought—ought to The hotel menu immediately developed | “yjigg [ink smiled, dangled her [ Fink, except water and air and ligh “I's a regular moving picture, ' cazo to see him when he comes west That's Bay Shore—another dump relynii 4 (an ¥ou out here with us, litil. “Consomme Bison” and “Roast duck-| bluik ;";Irngg." aglalnsl {hv;r \(vlnlx;; and p|wn{;’ of them—and (he-l smell of |ain't it"—one blooming thing after |m.\|‘ “.h, nd if I iand it, Btrdi ‘h)\.-» ou ¢ ‘m:,_-l x'n-i,\- u".,I ;- “vn:mr:- o b Bird e i g : - o nagement neck, showed the gleam of her tee pine, and ibble on vour line. another. virdie, believe me. I'll invite vou out| Show and two hotels and dancin’ on S CRBRENE S Clthr :'"K au ¢ l“‘"f:‘:l“‘;iw‘"“ h:‘:‘; e th o] behind her lips and raised her nar- | sunrise on wet treetops and od S (0 the Sweilesa liitle supper between | Friday nights—— s oing PRk hung & stu - row shoulders, with the open-work [love in your heart: a fireside or steam shts ugo this and 42d street. How'd you like| She raised | head, like a ho g at's all the Mg blue and white cheesecloth pennant|plouse showing the mystery of pink |radiator o' winter, and a pretty u[vr'l!» A me behind hastery gilt- | scenting its trail ; S o Hotel ow ey frp iR g SRl Eht G er hair fo onatEs do | Nin it e to it, honey; lead | from every wingo hus . onx ribbon through it. with moonlight caught fn her hair for SRl 1 counter, eh. kidd | “Dan lead me to it, hon it i e S e raid you'd break your caught bettween the teeth. over,the din- " fling. I'd xay there “How-do-do, Mr. Prokes? What I'm | August and the heated spell band play the ‘Broad- .tcherize your cool and ¥l our-vacation pamphlet ing-room entrance: out on the MOON-| . no’ o oot 4t fs this: 1f you're all You sound iike the Salvation Army e e i ok lit lake the convention sailed in hired | ¢y ‘things you say you are, what|gone into musical comedy. ing it on myself—forty a,week ang|ham sandwich, Cleopatry iday arcd of its bea finer sight than vou ir boats and sang Bison songs and “Thelain't you™ v 8 Sister ——a cano know the kind—seventy-five | jree shifts! Say. it's 8o e I nfehits was what 1 said — Friday floor poi e dress and no hat walking S Mr. Prokes extended a large. warm e if you tickle it a1 E o Iy st wiriE botel| ten e Sot i e e | nights—and U'm on dooty fur end of | eet abe closing time Blue Danube. hand: his sand-colored mustache re- Anyway, when you lay ther of red ink thrown ut in oo dnst Do ot eert hdnas Fink waved sandw pricked out in bl » in our town on fine 4 In the half-deserted lobby the roOM | reated a bit to reveal the damaging that You look like a ¢z r Miami we wouldn't use Aye Al e e e e B oo LanhbUe herh eid. S0, tHiat thie ong arul White ric bu { ou in a white dress and loid button on his left cod tistry. in a K olding | " and look. tonight I'm out here vs before I ever sold ¥ 2. taass g0 TEbnick o D 2 a mosquito netting. before, Miss Fin v, Mr. Prok s 0 phtenth medicine ¥sol| weir Te & e Lot s start that teasing ta-a-ango! ‘,:_")'::'j Sl I TR You wou't believe ft, ittle Birdi g | brown cotton moss, huddled in a 1 Wt way tle jungle around the piano and vi bl L sl S : little Mians {lin accompaniment. Straight around | vour make-up. 1 do e - l‘hc-”.!.-u.n { room, chairs, backs to 11 aln’t se stuck em the eity; o d 1 touchin tedaction Hit's just stuck on me. MWke stleking a3 @ stage library sc overed | plaster. Sometimes 11 hate it the rise of curtain, awaits t 1 don’t_want you 1o go back there (f;; 3 Tf the French maid in stav. Birdie.” I'm’ comin’ .’mh;:‘ r-dollar silk stockings 1o tickls nber trip and br vou back 4 the furniture and the audience with with me, that'a mhat § ame it & liny feather “duster and tinier ing to let the city get itx rench accer nds on you again. that A while seratehing Littie sister, you know L th M 'Birdie Fink leaned across the | PGget GRl URE ou. Queenie. For e counter and smfl*\‘ e e ond| &l he knows you might have been at Ceep your face that way clerk’s eves; her owg were Dl the door to welcome him when he ht on the sd transcuctent as ner la ('-l Son came last week. He's got zbout as 3 didn’'t_you 4 Say. Mr.l P ¢ LaXir|much interest in skirts as 1 have in R ns. cloaks and the sag out of the £ . mi on the Miami. put an_extra wardrobe in the Indiau-} ™y bty "o) ne 1ady had been apolis }:rand Masterdisoous l;{‘«:““‘;‘“ around here, I'd have seen her all thirty-four a lake view €O~ | right. vention a most popular ludy contest .‘,\.nu cawt ‘folis her, Prokes=she Ryt NonLaie and a potato race, would you f““;"‘t'l" comes from the town where they|TFay doing the middle west dering me up some ice water and te hand it out like trading stamps. This|vou? I've bought mt ting, « rst uneven siroke ! with his gray ey 1 her clouks an Benson | | ing me what's the earliest the S:43)},5450me young man to my right.|ladies’ cloth skirts from 0 Her o w flier gets out of here tomorrow™ | Quecnie. is as afraid of skirts as I|since before they moved up from | violin for its note and the one-fin what J—— ir. “Gilly smiled at her until twel 2UECRIC 8 B8 N Pend another sum- A TiNG tred Paw before me | tum-m-m—tum-m-m on the piano: the [ _Mr. kes Jeaned toward Mis< g£old molars showed—the smile of | o o g 0% jersey. Dbought from Old Man Benson long be- Hght blather of voices rising to a | Fink. so that his shirt front bulged & : swell. Unstylish women in hotted | OULWard with the swell of a pouter Pierrot when Pierrette peered over|T0E REASE D Silieve it, Miss Fink.|fore my time, when t rted up| his shoulder and set the sides of thel y fefjow iike ‘me, when he gets to be | with two sewing machines and 4 one | world a-shaking with laughter. .| fair. fat and nearly forty, knows it's | window loft. The Red Trunk t Will I send you up some ice Water'| yyme to take the flower out of hisybeen without a line of Benson's go0ds| s: look at me like that again.fpeee o e T el c e b Queenie, and you can have anything ot If it's & bachelor button,[ “I Knew I'd secu i Four Httle heart de-sires. quoth Mr. Gilly, slapsticking repartee | Your face was as familiar pigeon. His he his brain—danced fused his v 1 3 . two—three—four—five—six ighi — nine — ten — elever Hurrah silk dresses with wuist lines jeent width skirts and bodic high over bosoms that wou quivered under barrenness. The vitational rhythm of waitz musi a pink-haired violinist swaying palm jungle. A couple wli biood buzzed | - ind his ey ou somewher to me a out Fink is the way they spell my | JUOtR Sin & v & my board bill T name on the fly-leaf of the family|™.j¢ | though I stood a show mnextj rYou ain’i—— into the sahara of polished floor, an- dearie. 1 gottn Bible, Mr. Gilly n-k—Miss Birdie | 1,y gligk young friend here. maybe [ “No, but I used to be—Benson other and yet another. lovin® cup, litile Fink. It belongs to the same language | 1° shake the road dust of Miami outjthe frst firm 1 cver worked # P'resently the bobbing throng, the | Birdic. You just—ijust wait for me as th word ‘fresh'—ever hear it?" | o i NecoCunwer a hair restoring |started in when I was fourteen. dois i Al A P women flushed with their primal love { I Want 1o say ] “Believe me, if I wasn't on duty. [ og s cXes A0 b into a narrow | misses’ model for him.” ; 5 “ of the dance. the men in fast-wilting Turrah —hurrah—the cup’ Birdie. you wouldn't be chirping fof { ghoyldered in-at-the-waist coat and | ° ‘Misses model | collars and out of step. Mr. Prokes “omin'—comin'—wait here for e Your Key before ten.” T aible bamboo cane down| “I bet I've tricd on more than ane| inserted a third handkerchief. bib. | ittie Sister Comin’. bovs, comin® or two or six misses’ ulsters for you| fashion. inside his fainting collar and |, Almost simuitancously Mr. Gilly "I wouldn't be too sure Bl Dty “You. with the htl:l\'):‘ still "?r:,fl Miss Fink glanced at Mr. 1‘1’0;(‘8 and a path of light leading straight | W iih tne upward sweetness of a Fra ) i fo"a high-power moon. would | Fith the MRVETE a°“three-quarter. doublebreasted. ve- | 1uke a combination that would stun e voure right about the| versible “yachting coat, Jhem “tittle X TR S L el o nal hay meadows laying between éoa(s \\'ill\ the 4'0!!0;\ stitching _and took Miss Fink in an antiouated em.- | 1rned the corner of the ell. =o alim, * brace of the waltz. His hand, out- {50 svelte. that he was a black si stretched against her back, complete. | BoOuette against black: a disembodied 1¥ covered the area hetween the shoul. | Bands and face and shirt front float- der_blades and lay heavy against it<|iNE in an aura of bay rum, chiffon. ? “Birdie—that you? Gee, where you “Whew been hiding vourself? I've been on to pick from. Gawd, that was seven | vears ago, but even now, when I sell hours. kiddo—you don't want thatigyin and s2d streets, but, honest, Mr| ((oyishop buttonholes, come ba EhC-Lortyfive. " as running into | Prokes—honest. what is Miami. &|ana scratch the buck of my ueck. just REprNC e nd master you ain s iy uut Since (It \eamne a family convention I'd Stayed at|Dbreakfast food or a disease: like they used to do. dolng o Broksev=souwve wian NSO NG S AURe R Mouianl i : . > are y sitting out here alone. with & - i . Gilly clapped his hand on his “Well. whatta you know! To think i 5 . s AT W ArE) J Lt home and took my vacation feeding Jlicd thatch of biack hair andof my éver havin' bought uisters for ; . 7 i oo RO D Temidrou L ¥k ABS Swsac i entcar o Teaned across the counter with his el- | the Eed Trunk off'n you—a little pink g . 2 - " Mr. Prokes mop s i ocean voyvage to Con A G i Rein pped at his face with “The' minute vou blew in here this|bows planted on the register book. | and white Hower like you, sprouti . > N his fourth handkerchief and writhed e a3 v says, | ‘s right, go to it”" O . o in his eve e Tiee 2 firfimrxn?i‘:vnlolmsr‘lu mow:e‘))n:” ot ')rlr::r‘nT s Bk, ain't one of the| You used to come i with the cart 2 i lum:r\’h';":,‘.‘,m‘,,"p as it he would “Did you. honest?” breakfast foods that helped "‘““."’,fi 32:}"-‘.%:5:“&‘:::(« in the little ba ; & g . 5 “Yes. but it's almost over. The 11 g0 didn’t_have no strings on e L it fi"".:":’v‘q{‘ S e aus ike | Salesroom. with Old Man Benson of-| : P { oelock song and the passing of the|my heurt—kidde and 3 3 k ain 5 iive din fering you a cigar every time ¥ £ » { oving cup. and then I'm ready, sister,| Freshie and black sailor hat with the black | appendicitis or motoritis; it's a h“';'& yanked me to the daylight, to see how o for what T been waintin® mr’ ail “Well. kiddo—gues :_r::r.w h; ;I‘hsc::;ineh::g 4’{3““;::: Miss Fink, lthhn ain't even got a dot grecndnlle lot 27 black uls(,l:r:s wn»'rko y v 0 evening—guess:” ‘-\'Iw l--un;*d l'ur\{tu:d. her hair lke ¢ ing _speHes 21 after it pn the map. And look at you now, living Ii : i “Can't:" ripe corn in starlight. in such big letters it was all I could| wThanks.” ittle lad ation and all. / i “The rettiss L | “Gee. Gilly. vou landea it:* do to keep the tears from falling in| wy - butg with grass growing be-| “I may be a head lady at Rentle: / Lairl tn he et i g weetent little] “Forty. a” week and thres shifts the ink and mussin’ it up while you |, aen the bricks and story-and-a-half | now, but take it from me. Mr. Pro| 4 o cromdend e Morning Glory—ain't bad for your registered. cottages with pointy roofs like ‘thelit's a long and crooked lane from b el et it on't like it a bit.-| U"nele Fuller. is it? If 1'd a hit old ERRiaw e Lealin oy asew they manufacture in the | Benson's and six a weuk to four times / your danciw around here with ali]iceily for ity hed come over with'it ‘Stick around a while. Queenie—|!® six and green velvétmfioors on I 5—; s oo—forty a week und morning there ain't any live ones around here | CiSalpiad AIDS™ = o .ot er|avenuer | & | ; I'm off dut duty—eh, kiddo?" and it's slow as hot toffy, but I'm oft | “Gowasn, ok 2 “Rentley’s is one of them dead-| ‘What T think of these guy s swell. Gilly—just grand'" Quty tomorrow at four. I'll take you | SCare you off’ . irs | 10okin® places. ain’t it?—with no sign “I ain't much on dancing myself.| He rubbed his palms together as if around and show you the island.” “Yes, and a main street With chairs| oyt and no show windows or mothin’| little sister. but I'm game—but watch | they were lubricated with the sweet tilted under every awning, and 2|ezcept a butler with leather cal | me after the 11 o'clock song puts me | 0il of success, twirled thrice on his i i S street car system that would Eive|and ‘white bloomers and u ribbon Off duty and Tve started the lovin|heels and swung himself perilousiy =" outward at the waist line until ;:‘,:’::.:‘.".‘ e “Something like a morgue, yes. T Lo = theattleiaray ahcl] *:;:f’!"':"‘ - Onelpack and forward to maintain a bal- she assumed the sans vertebra droop |1°! et illy, his|says to Maisie the other day, I says: —two— = —now—go: ance. that u...:l.na his school n,v.;ol: e e Sl By O e ouiway {0 thal part of | “GEE, FORTY A WEEK! ON FORTY A WEEK I COULD RIDE IN A TAXI WITH MY BACK TO THE METER!"| Miss Fink _pirouetted skilfully| ““It's all in knowin' how, Kiddo—I e e o T e My chum, Maisie | 5th avenue whero thex quit sellin’ q |around Mr. Prokes' heavy-footed am- | knew what T was doing when 1 took = 2 ! m, O e i sl sovun only TN 7 2 ; 2 e. a wood nymph matching her|the jump to Chicago.” Darently Hi Iadies who ave the Indi. [Smyth. came from a town called | (irselanl B8 %egier "t in your |close to the stars I could kiss ‘em and | The gray light of dusk suddenly en-| _ ~Oh, no you don't out here, 11000: | patnty e oot e avarits B ln ST BNt aaIaT Reedsburg. Every time she passes| il &0 80, 5 SO0, (ou get there by | floating through the middle of &{veloped them: the lake was glassy-| Wait till Saturday night and youll|ipe forest. A otHor A elibh 7MDK FRikye rect descendants of that same school | eCI"ONTE ST o1 "3a avenue she | LROUTENN BRL NS {00pof in 4 6th | night that's got it all over the pur-|topped like a cistern, and behind|see the way the gay birds do it out| u;G,oy " Proksey—that was a swell | followed it up the way 1 did. taking and who_train themselves across the | gets an_‘our town' look in her €¥€s|avenue cloak department and a four-|ple and silver model I sold the dayithem a darkening tangle of woods | here—the lancers” and the Virginial 000 ' COESEE I M ine for|a chance on my job and hiking off to el's the I 3 e covers of the fashion journals. that means a letter home to her step- | year sidetrack in a 3ith street novelty before T left. How Maisie grudged]full of the twilight gibberish of | reu_rm \'irzll‘l‘l; o nane & dancing teacher out this wasy Chicago like I wasn't on the hotel ’ = pay roll—that's me every time: let me h priest stuff going on inside.” vou know about tha whole day abead of you “And- Smyth | mother and a mother-of-pearl teeth- | shop it's going soms that birds. I : . W o e o w,:';::h"’I";::::::"?,.’:amf d"; ver bells for her| “Poor litte sister’ fter| “ADd You're getting acquainted With| “Gee. forty a week! On forty al,iOne night me and your frlen ] M| “Ouch! Lemme try to guide. No: now | ¢L My heart on u thing and it's, ntic City wiped off | 5icter-in-law's kid. our p: g li s | a sky over your head that you neveriweek I could ride in a taxi with my | &5 2000 TV00.*5dan %o ‘nearly out |start over again: just try to kinda|™iRe'® 0 pave a. the map. What T think of her taste] “For a girl with a big-town look | the third encore by the 1nc soillcven saw before except botween tall fback to the meter: I could buy ca i ¥l huildings when you looked up to de-|of 5th avenue for a truck garde PIOL of a job since the Seaside Hotel fire.” | keep your feet where mine ain't and | ¢jang i o in summer resorts I'm going to write|in her eyes and the metal of the Mg | 200l 00 LT oo dtory front 1 friend working at the New Mc- _l Swoop! Oh, how it makes your brain go. you'll come out all right.”” Pheeter” her now. u k> [town in her voice, you got aw-|ar Ty ailons | cide IT you was going to carry an um-|I could even get married. Birdie. ool 0B Nows 16 makes o bealn o, T ame ol e i ' z ful nice small-town ways al X ;“(:‘, dalan au ';f‘,-,,'u e ! brella. | “Or buy an underground balloon. 50 Ry meh B! ik ‘.gg“x;::_lmw Soiiee ain sanel s opin anydime ey "l‘l‘:"";‘,‘”r'.“', that was out here Miss Fink. - Tunch and take & room within walk-| “Sometimes when the Welsh-rab-| They laughed in soft, furry voices| A, cut it out there, girlie—what |\ 2 et was my fault, Reverse again | scenteq scap and. tissus DAPEr Wrap- the_recuperating “Now, he's kiddin" % ing distance | bit ain't cooked enough or sou'veithat had unconsciously taken on the | YOu teasin' me for? Gee, | A ¥ 5 et ooty D p- “That's her! We're hekd ladies on |Mr. Gilly”" 605 4 O1d gold light lay on them and|ialked your heart and soul out the|quictude of dusk. ; et iipisistes T aton in, al TiEntyt" . the same floo N Say, 1 didn’t know " was in him.” sparkled in the tiny crinkles of cur-|gay before tryin' to sell a six-hun-) “Look over there, Gilly—the hotel's EE w\'mfi A e Dhvh e avre e el tming A1) Boe onch s “Sure enot S8y N AT ‘ou “some more about|rent they created: the ghostly sail of | 4t%y doitar import to a New-Rich. | beginning to light u ISS Fink's eyes were like slits, her! It just ain't right to ask a little| home. Birdie-birdie! Tl be hitting T here was s Michl_ | yourselt, Mr. Prokes. e o e o tnia &g wholiused tolscll ‘em herself fand S Whae T thiuk ot that dum N e e aletana i et i s b D e LR ek ol Mor fola B ronveay, gan till Malsle came back and had |”uGood."2 O e hin and |y ows the game—sometimes you get bet right now the whole Bison| . SHOUICT 00 Ber T tating | Howa you like to go out in a quiet|, WoWt you hit the high places. ¢ ety BTk % . 3 . {full of plaint, came from its direction G Syl MO % Y & the department so dizzy | «Tpere ain't an ‘our town on the and died on the water as smoke dies | (0 floatin’ off like thix, oo, b‘u;gvhm’(?nu-m](on):"rnmxn‘nz‘el:r mors tovs) corner of the veranda and cool off. rdge els and s ving " 2V A i o4 in' and) S it's ten minutes before the shoutin' e the asphalt. with my back to with. ds_and moonlit lakes i y S 3 b ¢ the? map without a swimmin in air. The far-off hotel windows|You begin to fall over the 3 treuse 3 e Iy LW weeks came !an oldest inhabitant who once Shook | yjinked out one by one—the maon was | things and wake up, Ohich: Be « man’s wife of ‘em is unpacking thelder his bo tree. Sl e e NI Ont Where s arith” B back:¢ Sellin” a Roiret mode trimmed. in|hands with Abraham Lincoln directly ‘above them, higher, whiter.|ful how you land, Mr. Prokes” {tray of her trunk and shaking the “Do you know the Singalese diD.{ “Yep. it is hot in here. ain't it?" the meter and a green carnation in moonlight on the water. or ridin’ up ‘Some clever little girl; ai + | smaile! 2 _“Easy there—no hurr kacl_\ou_f small town sweet lavender and CTil-| 14" the hardest of them all, Gilly My “Prokes (breathed las il for a e 6th avenue #@’'a boat shaped liki Proke - got the wrong idea. time—here now. vour hand—aiw I kles out of a made-in-the-house sum- 1=, % 1 5 -ou|lUNE capacity test. inserted a fourth ) ' cigar.” G P € 31" wEvery back porch in ‘our town Fin ru;hm;: vhr‘uuzh‘ life 1 stand in the middle of a hoat i1k that would get a laugh out ‘m the niamu ;‘me dmperh)o: AnErcLI ol Sk et e R e e ks i p two and sole purposes | you do in subway trains don’t give|whoop-la—so! Yot ever seen—ask 'em when you go bacl A - - = ie Smyth! (18 used for the two And 80/ B e |¥ou much time to see the scenc clown off {collar and held wide the screen door. | ater and Broadw rhytam of a worshiper of Buddha un- u up the same night a little supper—the- i ¢ after eleven, with strong for the |if they know me up at the 59th street| A rush of air lifted his hair and{the |ights so white you'll need & sun- es, Mafsie was lucky enough to|of - supportin’ s Gt S sped out notice you'e prett ng for d k ." down -vllldh typhoid fever Jjust |coolin’ the f;mous p‘l,::dtel:la“‘em::ll:: “‘f"_’\-o.x or to hear singin’ voices over| s ":)::';” S asaias trom “' i small towns yours )lql'n,l;lg y!(olr,\-;‘l'a“ny doo Daunce.” idried the beads on his brow. shade. and every honk and squawk Pl ':md‘"';“ T junal N O without the, Cots | the water.” i becn a swell ride. Mr. Prokes.” | T ain't Leard nothing move aboul thil| He tossed the remnant of his sand- | * ¥ x x and clgrion i town working over: Ger yers, in eve | sketch is comp! “I can show you a story-and-a-half What about night, M ghi-foris-five fiyer since Sou 40| ik 11tg tho lake and pirouetted to] IGHT dremses and light voices n';‘;r:émon, gee, 0. I'm going bac Me, Cledpdtra’ and the house sent her | ton-back satin finish wistaria vine orf . i,ge jn Miami, with awnings to| pink—paddlin best fun | Miami went out to U . | out to the pines-on half pay. I don't|the papier mache tree Stump, CEnler .., (he cun out and a back vard with | iranit & H * % % % I his feet, as if the song of his soul{ drifted from black corners of the Rrudge it to -her. Gawd knows she |1eq¢ c . i 2 P - N i vas bi 2 i v A rudg Ga c eft. s ¥ props under the trees to keep the . -] “Quit vour kiddin was being played to dance music. veranda and from the recesses of Gilly tossed his head until the Tiorked hard enough’ for it—T sold| “.xo, we ain't got a swimmin® hole,|fruit from breaking the limbs. that . Gilly's off duty a and| “Go to it, sis—he's the prize Bison| “I'll tell you what let's do, sis—|rocking chair. A chain of Japanese M2 By v % s b y Grenadier for her | yiza ‘Fink. the—" S L e e e e i e e sl s mane of his hair fell over his eyes, teetered backward for a breath- i taking moment, and swung to. his balance. ; Watch out, Gilly. You'll go " “Let's go out on the lake—gé¥his place gets on my noives—let ) the jays—I ain’t ben so exciloflfi‘i opeaing in” The Lightning Bug.' " “That's right; keep it dark ture in your second-story front and a back b - 4 half-hour row to Bay Shore. AMn’t it & joke, though—you & head :l‘)lll. right; S s 4do'n ~ u! : Y e atae s i 2k n 1. nd. But say- -1 can l»f— ha ¢ Y | count T 1;o.u]d \\]kl‘! on myself—don’t Let's go over to the movies—it' 5 o "h:é’.'—l Wan 2 clerk for | rar anSzEmiteon, bt the T. M. C. A | ot taicin D e | watitawc ot T o0 Jet straw in his hair and ashes down e movies—it's bet. lars, swung and flickered, and out above the cedars, standing darkly with their crowns against the sky. a lopsided moon with & swollen and inflamed face, invited them. “Whew, this is more like it! Here's at taking your mon Say, ain't that it ain't. I'd wait Jater thanjoe oo z > v ter than éverworkin i i ,,?1.,.,,";,,',’!.! ‘Cosmopolitan, | jut-a swell tank up in their rooms on | pretty, 1 bet that's the’ little lady S A ey ce il eit) “““.lx}',.d‘f;( I‘-l:zp} scare you off. Oh, you bl g this scenery had tome High street—ten-foot concrete basin uluth singing for the sailing s cd Trunk 5 ther @ customer used to live|,;q water any temperature on the N aadr: Aw you! “There comes the moo! he - . % g “Likes you v well, don't he.l “yes, it hab ; Say, but maybe Maisie Smyth didn't | tRermometer There's going to be a swell dance | “Likes you pretty we. es, it's a_habit out here—but a “Oh, you Miami! a week from tomorrow night, Miss|Queenie? He watched us paddle off % have a swell time out here—the Chi-| wCome out on the lake with me, Sweet and low, sweet and low, N euiiin e e grand mas-|lie hod give & hait Inisrest fn bis | Comc 0N WY ot = Ymitarion of & cago Drummers’ convention was on ‘I paddl out d 2 show oves 'th two chairs. There ain't no use talk- % the wh ime, Miss Fink, and I'll paddle you ‘Wind of the western sea; ters and the closin’ of the conven-lMiami bank stock to be in my place.” S ere and a place called|*? : I had the measles. S o L L L ity | uaed e L e i e RN e O tion. T'ain't much on danci. and its | "*Yest—he—would—not:" sung in a|Luna Park that.would give Coney|nE: Imimors &t Ao e ice field | 10 " ine steps together, lightls = ! more about ‘ou g ! estern Yong way off, but I'd kinda like ice to deny ; jateri i 5 than a dance floor. I just ain't got What time did you say the 8:45 pulls :‘;g;“:;'i"é,,{; Ot ertioon _ [ don't know that.” SUreS e way, sister, we'll take | PATticles, rolled over luxuriously on : T atiorrihat Taaglegred tellow M"‘hh with :I"’":; T ' - E : : a : 5 = Y H y 3 g the moO! 3 Gee, T was raised on that lullaby. nis side, climbed to his feet and o e | : & g ' ind? o 5 Aw, stick it out, sis: things may | “Ohy Mr. Prokes, 2ot you kindZ| «f Know a sweil luliaby song. Iis a|the lon road through the pines” | oched wide his arms like a sun El[cl;"ub and I'm off duty tomorrow the time table and cry into my pil- swell trot, too."” jee, ain’t it black in there an [ eaaistanangiatithe eazs of A day He The wings of their bonfire had flown | and completely destroyed my instep. V' y i jet?” 7 IR into the nigit; . o When they play that ragtime lullaby— | auiel” e {as a whits flannel epic in sartorial ot nient “';zlyg“:'; '“r::;';h;mrm; you seem like a toe dancer doing the gently. “Say, I guess you ain't wmm}& peacherino yourself - tonight—] “That don’t mean anything in my [JO%:" e She cf e y Tife X “Come on. sister.” s S DY ¥ oat sleeve with the primitive ges- a heroic expression of trousers|nants of their cannibalistic feast,|Powder puff.” X " 3 Cull—a—] Z e ; 5 - i st r hair, and say—where'd T het I've seen you down at| Forked lightning flashed from her| Lull by ture of a child. scd to the knife edge and wide-{ They scurried down the beach and| “My, but you do look pretty to- :os: :;':y.’i:em i Rewalan the shor eyes. ay, 1 could die trotting to that.™ “It was little me.” Don't care if T do.” “Lay still there, sister.” E «Believe me,” said Mr. Gilly, “if 1 tired paddling, o ain't scared when you're with |cuffed to reveal, vet conceal. white-|inlo their bobbing canoe. Aw they i me. are you, little sister clocked hose, s y cnob | pushed away the. red cves blinked | “Fnt: Miss Fink was_at the Sea Lion for three 1 i e “Scared. nothin A of his ankles strained thinner the silk.{ out suddenly, as If a night bird had Ame sons. 1 used to know al the girls | %2 "‘h."""‘;‘fi",.‘ duty;iMissiBizdie, Td o, neale® tactve howra] ;,Ehe linked her arm. in his and ber A white silk shirt fluted in front and cd on watch, and the gloom was im-| “Here, fuster inis buttonhole rose rom Rentley's and L g > X E of Jaughter scuttied back ove Fa=ilyos saaito % mediately a shade bluer and the mu- o 3 them swell honges that sach 5 wama om ‘Btay at home and water the |straight up the Miami, and not in such | {ar® bloused to a correct negligee snapped | BRSNS 2 SUALS Sluck and the mu- | of mine in your half: it just matches down on their vacations.™ goldfish, Gilly; they need ft. Gimme | good company neither.. At the last con-| = SR . carerullvicacen ‘l e % ¢ | water. your chee Pretty as a picture “Sure. T chum with all that crowd: | Your shawl and lemme carry it, Miss | vention at Fear lake I paddied for faanetulivicarclaasaha s Fehelummpois You're a nice boy, Gilly: but gee, | you look, you do. woure. B 2 crow Gl the Kansas City Lodge cup, and won Pl e tigh ¢ - deciining | tant features and the too large hor: b 3 Ly gee, 3 = - Whatta you know about that." ey smiled and parried and theit!” 5 THE magenta light of © deciining | S0 e bin that distinguishes the | boat: arount Heedn pubony Cfy 4 { | The musio was suddenly remote| [Zomann- it from wme. Queenie. there| i1k {Hin&e on the scarf caught on his ) “You're sure some big frog In these day lay on the water and red-|sopnomore from the scholar. the!coming to e Subway train | 4nd cut off by an ell of the buliding:| . ha you miss me, Morning Glory— afn't real class to these dumps out button, and they must untangle | puddles out here! dened it as if monsters were Spilling | weevil from the worker, the gent|at that moon, will you. like a red | fair quiet lay like a veil. Miss Fink [ huh?—did you?" ith more smiles and parrying. He swung lightly about for thel gore in. a subaquatie¢ battle. -A low,|from the gentleman, Chinese lantern hung from a star.” receded into the impressionistic mood| “Oh, I don’t know—Ila-la your sleeves? Ding! Dongl—ice wa- ter and towels for 56." “Quit, Freshie! iook, you untied Mr. “Lemme tie it.” Prosie here: there's only been one live crowd ( . : ki v B e =nd At (it ood ekt i Gty e u;I"r;i':fi.'L",‘)‘; mist o far-away sun that had lost much of || “Stay where you are. Birdie. and I'l1} RN | e e ) ey A < e'a chance i | pon’ t and i Rt A ¥ , long < AOR e basket. , tra la la la-—tra la: e 2 o e here wouldn't have a chance in a|_~“Don't upset and muss up the lake. hfl':::! 1:(1“‘3 vmvhlr(:;n luster, like a|its hoaz_ ofl:d no _.fonur (:“:::?gaz:‘;z ke down 1o the canos for the basket | ILAcIR. tru 1a, tra Lo la 1a-—tra 14| O MERC: ber plnk SRR st : #nail marathon you two. & ¥ cklace seen’ through | eyes, slipped, as if a most delicately |, i1q o bonfire till the moon comes|Zame on the poetry stuft if vou are.!wings. S 1 they'rs playin’ Up there at the Sun- ook mix vacation dowss at thasi Laughter. 7 the blur of her giant tears. i indlass was letting it!yp ‘we: S : That's one of the main excitem = i for fook o vacation down at the shore | LN Tough the lobby with little] “I—T ain't much of a lady's man, | SOntrived windiass, g Ityup. Were going to have some little| pR1S, 00, oF, lhe maln cxciiements| O, dear!” she sighed twice, leaned | YRS PR LD Siy are my ewrw Fi down cog by cog into the ho feat—real cut-ups we are—wouldn’t s : time; jumps like grace notes in their walk,|Miss Fink—it's just like Gilly told s o e v e aneh ot Tomeand™] Through “the catacombic glogm | backward and let ber hands fall limp | kjqding me”” it B“lll he first time I've been west of =lnd !h:d sezeen d“f{.:f ‘,lse :'erdflda ;:dén::‘-yg:e.‘mtthi: h“x b;:;n great, | For a second it rested ondmbe sl-(xrt::e /b 2 . s Sors ;"fel‘m“‘hlthgh!mizled atleach other. along the arms of her chair. Her| “Oh-h-h. it's the 're-l}nt;l;l'l:ufml yracuse myself. kiddo. and take it Slamm i G, Gl ere in the moon- he water, ‘then:dipped, broke the 3 % °hi| “*When they play that ragtime lulla- little Reddy to play 3 from me. the-e's nothing to it ofisne o 18- | sighs trembled for a moment and | dared little Kedgy (0 5 B 2 lightly, the spray of kicked-up sand by—" ‘Ain’t it s0?" touching each alternate step; a brief| “Say, I bet you're the champion died. tairs with their light feet|light’” 5 ¢ wooden stai gl et | lig] circle and dropped gradually dOWR |ghooting from under his white canvas| “No—lemme begin over again— 50 “Ten dollars a day and up, marble|stretch of gravel walk, gloomy with|lady-killer of Miami. ~ |into its tomorrow. shoes. “‘Sweet and low, sweet and low ‘What's the matter, little sister? Come on, kiddo™ 4 lobby and Circassian walnut trimmings| arching cedars, and finally before 1 ain't called on a girl In six| Miss Fink clicked down her pink| They dined like two gnomes, with| Wind of the western Sea-e-e-e— m?:f;l‘“s-ir“&_ —it's all over but| They sprang into each other's .“lnl: is more my pace: the first September|them the diamond beach in the dia-|years, that’s how much of a lady-|parasol and shifted her position on the fire dancing in their eves and | Blow—blow—tra la—la— . , ike fire horses into traces. o Her feet were curled under | over thelr hair and down their backs | “I'll remember the rest in a min- | thS, ShOUCIN’ == ',e'a,,in‘ e ke ffom under thelr feet. Their Dbreeze that whispers through these pines | mond white moonlight. Killer 1 am.” parasol : is going to blow me back to Broadway *Oh-h- “That's what they all say.” o el and their own shadows, curiously | ute. the 3 e Trom mace hte e, Miss Fink glanced about the lobby, “Some lit*le nights we have out this| “You can ask anybody in our town.: “gay, wouldn't a model tunic gown | elongated and stretched on the sand| A Mr. Gilly plied a rapid paddle. and you onr the moom, aint you Do pated rhythm that oa ¢ at the wicker rockers, mostly empt . sister—ain’t they? I ain’t called on a girl-in six years|araped in hot-looking pink chiffon, ) beside them. full of mystery and-ab-"‘We won't go home until mornin’, 'rhe 13730 |l it bmm: fem and tilted siightly backward: at the ok, the sand's all silver—all sil-|or kept steady with a young 1ady|the same color as that Pamel-shaped | surd with the mimicry of their own | We won't go homie until mornin- [0 Sech s awell ten days, Gee | fown’ the h“k'":vfl"‘ tth“r o Post-card and cigar stand, with o glech| ve since I used to sneak -the horse out | .loud out there, be swell?” | 8¥rations. “Won't we, Gilly? " |and 1 thought 1 wasn't going heads thrown backward 858, Bl N ing clerk, and above the counter a| es, special process we have.” and take Lizzie Watt8 buggy riding | exeat little sky, aint’ it? “Have a pickle, Birdie-birdle—| “Sure we will. T'll have you back |1t ,Qut Rere:l . oo oot the|rapid. string of magazines hung like clothes | nd these are the canoes Maisie| When I was seventeen and ought to follow made 4 fortune out of an Dontt i it e jn Sare we Will Tl have you back out here’ - : et e i . .| place woula have been without you.! “Kiddo. he ‘ and looking down into her eyes. from a line; at the bison head uboveiranted about—say, ain't they cute?”|have known better.” idea like that—Al Leyy; he's the fel- “Are you happy, girlie?” a little while after the convention i : 3 the dining-room entrance. glass eyed,| “How do you like that long one| You with New York 4wice a year. ;2;,,.,‘: out the Sunset Sextette Girls| “Well, I guess finished singing ta 11 Comvention is | Miss Birdie. Just the life of things and hung with the cheese-cloth pennunt. | there—the little shell with sides like [ CUfts on your trouseraand your name | (nat was such a scream in four-a-day more cakes? and has presented the grand m: “Gee'" a greyhound—she cuts the water like]at the top of the Red@™Trunk station-|yaydeville last year. I knew him ope.” 3 of the Kokomo Lodge with a silver| s o e SChear Uns a knife cuts butter.” Sry=uky Yhen he was seilin' tickets in front| “Whatta you think of loving cup and tied the vote between | YOI Ve been fine aufl CRNT S % “Oh, Mr. Prokes, I can’t get'in that| [You got me wrong, sister.” of the Rialto in the old scalper days ain't we Blkhart Lake and Minneapolis for j 100, But sav, wont S8 Joord a little thing—it'll turn over.’ “I can just see the girls in your| .ia)) aboard for Sunset Land— tra ome party.” the next convention." York look go?‘ R e “Well, 7100k who's here! Well,| “Not with me—gimme you hand|town begin o walk down High street (), 1a Ja—tra la la. “You're the kind of girlie T'd li honk-honk mla e e T Prokes, what have you got (o say for|there, sister—easy——easy—no, fn the|for their afternoon soda before you| wSure, that's the act! 1 knew allf to take to a real lobster supper. Gee, | [What?" and “step lively, for 8o long L) be vourself? Why ain't you out with the|middie-—there ain't nothing to scream | &0t the wax ladies in your show win- | (nem little girls like they was my|the well little parties I've had at T—I—say, what time is it by your mlahklnsw;:lfl 1‘ Bome: sailing party? Say. ain’t you the great- | about——wait—there—ah dow and $16.50 serviceabe suits un-| sisiers. I remember Daisy de Vere|Churchey's — nice little congenial | 80ld watch and chain?” tall pine when 1 @t o satd Mr. est fellow for dodging the ladies.” SR coyered for the day. TS, e was. cArTying a tin spear|crowd—that's me all over—nice lit- | “Nine-thirty—the night is young, |, ~Alcit-ho mshch Z ? hat's where you got me wrong|in the fourth row of u fitth company | tle crowd like that and I can hug Yyou were. A swell ten days it's been and | You sure are some little danoer. He held her suddenly cioser, he breath jumped out of her throat in a little ‘l.lsnp nlnd‘the pink bud fut- t er hair. lelx:(e);l‘ ot‘:wrtoy a week, Birdie, you and me—we could“{uatmx‘o__plumb dancing ' 4 h life like this. ”:‘r;::," she said, scant of ‘f-m;. “Are you game, Morning Glory? His lips were close to the warm ‘hemp Queenie; tomorrow I'm| i “Gee, home never was like !hll._flllly. X Morning Glory.’ Prokes, “such s lify * % ¥ x H o 3 HEY slid out into the water like|again, little one. I'm a funny sort|of th aiet ris. Daisy always|daylight’s out of myself for joy! [—aw, who wants to go over tol .y, — air. \[® PROKES loitered up to the s hantom shell that rides the|OF follow. I am. - After the old folks | inew ey o came jn off the| . “Churchey's is one little dream of |that little old dump, anyway. Gilly! |, ~We meet and wo, pass on—we O T said, as in & dream. sway 'L gesk. planted an eibow on the coun- b § went I just lived along in the place | road and she could get a dollar room|a place—they got the swellest dance | It looks like a good spot for your | MEEL GRCCWE B ™o 10zenge of his|ing down the silver sand with her lake without even opening the bosom| with black Mary sime as ever.” Toad Bhd me—and pay me when her|floor in town!” favorite funeral. 11 gotta—wantia | noiions slowly, sparing himself | upturned face bathed in the same sil- ter and flung one knee across the other £o that he leaned at an oblique. inch cone of tumbled from h's cigar down his waist- Honest?" 3 ed. Them was the good old| “Don’t I ki bo_back by 10—I forgot somethin i v Juck turned. on' now it! Mr. Gilly slowed his stroke; his|Rone of the bitter-sweet flavor of his ‘r-rmrdle—hirdie——' “Sure enough—helpin’ all the skirts | days at the Rialto House—good old| “But—oh, T don’t know, but—since s = . 4 H ¥ k A —since h hts. 1 went to xcilool with fix it up with | days.” —since I been out here, with the | O, 100K on a slight oblique ‘stant | NOUFIO% 1 orning, little sister, T11! “Tes—Gillv—yes. ; : cle . Lordy,|jary, but insistent @s a _left-hand|lungs, and the moon so close y Pink.” g v e o r 3 insi | close you can | pinj, of the First Presbyterian and the ain't it? There now. Glory, dip again 7 of the water with its keel; then Mr. n : ! Prokes dipped his paddle and steered es trembled and| i oighe for the yellow path of the | moon. coat. - - - sister. 2ot more godchildren than 9 o S i i s N . % ’ | P i ave say Erwant to 5o/ to heaven more theme marching beneath the trill taste it to see if it's 2 camembert or | T g th o 2 T Jeave them things to the voungi .. o "o n o O Tnd the n m‘/ e i trebie arpeggios, crept into Mr. Gilly's| gorgonzoia. I—I ain't so keen on |¢pom l":m!&;“o?::“zfl}fv??'m T ?u c--'fwxvum:l rzi{ %:n.lrur::him Toih with a] ¢ 1ooked dowr at her—the grilling ones, Gilly. What's an oid one like me | o Sl Aok a¥RE Lt il you, Mr.|y he burrowed an equaly re-|rushing through life on subway | pisht owl te i el uld put a| “I got it ove n ith 21 ginnce of Apollo burning through the | doing off on party with marrieds and | water lappin’ and lullin' me. or cut- Prokes? We're almost back again.|re o et Enu Kl OgeD night owl to sleep. = Gee. how' dead it cent alarm clock and & ash ca Jdent 1ids of a captured Daphne. a bunch of stripiings. T been out hit-| tin' along in the thinnest-sided canoe| Say; WeRRL tual AUl Work®, || into the sand, drew it out and peered] _ “Hear—hear: Say, outside of Noo % Sure Gringe o HEORE e . listent T3 R Lt R A Tl B 1 tin' a new trail through the pines that |a Indiun ever whittied (nolll ahow ou seme real paddiing| {0 tho Tittie well. [York yowd. thrive like an orange| i meenitE nd so suddenly that | ANd Tll lay there listening to old|yike a lilv that swaye in a brecse it ;‘ Tl bet the oniginal Indians Rereabouts| Mixs Fink reclined against nher L bring va ere. i was boadiolaaays =T neyer | sxove e Swung uround so suddenly that | pery unlock the summer Kitchen and | loves and to the rhythm of her own S e G R T e & ought to have left Broadway for the . story-and-a-half cottage in|for balance. atier T hear her turning the windiase| breathy hu’:nmlt.ngn_.‘.h L I xd D swam to meet them. Houses|resorts nohow—gettin' back is like u| M—Michigan, with a garden and| “Gee—y: » | to hoist the Oh, that teasing—tea: Ingo. than’ scenery for company around here. | was shallow and pricked with a mil- hiracter man Tryin' to convincs. 2| props under the. treas (9 keop the |Sileres, " Lo¢ & temper lke steel” |, gettin: up myself and— Swoop!—oh—bew it _makes—7our—deste—tv, ) —ira—is—ia—laa-s 1a. s “1 know the feelin'.” “—and getting dowvn to unlock the Profes, get acquainted with Miss Fink, | lion close stars. Lying there, it seem- and church steeplea and the ho- he can pl ile. - |~ “Des i - 2 Betic gint from the big town.” ¢d"to Miss Fink (nat it shé reached|tel resumed their shapes, and in their | Bay. Kidde, i youll Wear a mussicl (5e fence all around to ke the bid: | 1 et aqrs 20 %0re easy, though!