The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1906-12-16

dow.
Where ISIS that Meyer man?' she
asked herself; where should he keer
himself SO late?"
If was not very late, as lateness OF
the East Side goes-it was not yet nine
o,c1ock n. m. But Meyers hour for
calling was usually eight. AT least
that was the experience of Mrs Man
delbaum, and Meyer, marshal of the
Fifteenth Municipal Court, around the
corner, had called on her at least SIX
times. This should have been the
seventh time, and no man ever called
on Mrs. Mandelbaum the seventh time
and got away unentangled-fancy free.
Not much. But it looked now as
though this seventh time might be De-
layed.
And I spends me so much time max
ing me these here spit curls for TINS
here Constable Meyer" walled Mrs.
Mandelbaum. But, suddenly, as she
looked, her heart stood still. For
large portly gentleman, with DERBY
hat pulled well down over his eyes,
with a large cigar in his mouth, mad
waddled, and was waddling, around the
corner.
land with flowers in his button
holes!" gleefully cried Mrs. Mandelbaum
within herself; that should be Con-
stable Meyer 1t ISIS Constable Meyer,
to be sure" Mrs. Mandelbaum darted
back into the room to determine wheth-
er her spit curls still maintained the
charm essential for an admirers sew
enth visit. When she dashed back to the
window Marshal Meyer had disappear
ed. Not entirely, however, for a
widows instinct was guiding the glance
of Mrs. Mandelbaum. and she spotted
him at once. He stood gracefully upon
the wooden porch of a little wooden
house down the block.
Its Flanagans she whispered to
herself. What, now, should Constable
Meyer make at Fqanagan's? What
should that Flanagan be to him? What
should he be to her-some old maids
like that there Flanagan" She ponder
ed deeply, did the widow Mandelbaum.
leaning heavily the while upon her WIN
dow sill. Suddenly she slapped one
hand with the other.
"Ah," she assured herself, cit should
be business. She should be sued, per-
haps. Judgments should be taken
against her. and Marshal Meyer-it
should be his duty, maybe, to make
the arrests and execute this Flanagan.
It must be that it is such a thing"
And the widow Mandelbaum waited.
But Marshal Meyer issued not forth.
If any arrest had been made, it seemed
that the old maid Flanagan must have
made it; she, it seemed, must be the
executioner. The widow Mandelbaum
slipped once more back to the room
and tossed a shawl across her should
ers.
81 must see what this should be-" she
told herself. Two minutes later she
stood in front of F1anagan's. She was
not the only individual who did Such
of the children of the neighborhood as
were able to walk, crawl, or roll were
there also. A critical audience of the
old women of the neighborhood, with
their grandchildren, sat on a street |
bench nearby. So much for outside. |
But inside all was ablaze with light. |
The shades were up-everything was
visible. In one corner sat Flanagan |
old maid F1anagan-dressed in her best,
an unwonted flush upon her face. In |
the other corner sat Marshal Meyer |
his hair well plastered, his cigar clench- |
ed in his teeth, himself bent forward, !
a hand upon each knee. Part of the |
time he looked at Miss Flanagan. Part |
Of the time she looked at him. But |
most of the time they gazed lovingly, |
gently, wistfully, upon an object stand |
ing in the middle of the room.
"A music boxes," gasped the widow
Mandelbaum; land soch musics!"
"Geen' assented the youthful multi
tude surrounding her, Its great, like |
anythings, amt it, Mrs. Mandelbaum? |
Such fine tunes. And such a new
tunes, too
Mrs. Mande1baum snorted. "what
should they be?" she returned; what
should this tune be?" She did not have
to ask. Sammy Silverstein and chorus.
without. interpreted the wordIess music
that issued forth from within.
Remember me to Broadway" guoth
Sammy, ct Gle.
Don't forget old Herald Square;
When you go up to Forty-second Street
Tell the boys that-Tll-be-there."
That amt so much, though" Sam
my Informed the widow Mandelbaum;
there's better ones. The blamed |
things chuck full of 'em" He stopped
to try his hand again:
"She was bred in old Kent-u-c-k-y,
She was shredded wheat in Maine. :"
do you like it now, Mr.. Meyer"
Miss Flanagan within was asking of
the Marshal. Marshal Meyer waved his
hand. -
Let it play! Let it playi" he cried
81 like it. The more I see it, the more
I hear 1t, the more I like it. say So
Meyer, of the Fifteen Municipal. I like
1t. Sure I like it,
He was interrupted by tremendous
chorus from without that ran about
like this:
Everybody works but father.
He sits around all day,
With his feet up by the fire,
Smoking his pipe of clay.
Mother takes in washing,
So does sister Ann.
Everybody's awfully busy
But-my-old-man,''
And
Hes 1oafer.'
Gee, that's the truest ting you |
know Sammy conf1ded to Mrs. Man
delbaum. But Mrs. Mandelbaum never