Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-22
THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: SHORT STORY BY EMERY POTTIE

up little an I noticed her particular
She had on two veils-
Them wells again." interpolated Mrs
F'rizz. with sigh of endurance.
"a white one clost to her face an
brown one over. You couldn't tell nothin
about her looks or age. an twas not til
I see her face naked that 1-well, any
way, thinks l. I'll git me two Of 'em-nt
tellin' what may happen. l had my hail
done real Outcome o. the girls I done q
favor for marcel waved it lOvely-an'
set out.
my heavenly home, Miss Frizz, the
crowd that was on that boat come neal
losin' my nerve. More'n a million kids
an lots of 'em not weaned yet. An
wimmin till you was black in the face
Fools was Mrs. FriZzs sole com.
ment,
II had on that pale blue chambrey o
mine. that I got fer dollar eighty-nine
to the SALE an It looked real kinda young
an sporty. you know, an that white pic
ture hat with the lace curtains around
the edge that Miss Wharton give me, an
the
Mrs. F'rizz supplied with God-give-me.
patience air, them veis.''
Altogether looked--well, I didn't lool
me age. me bein' slight O build
stertOrous cough emanated from Mrs
FriZz. Mrs. Hendy cast her a glance OF
suspicion: her guest hastily applied her.
self to her teacup.
Not ben' acquainted a-tall with them
as was there, sorta hung around. an be-
fore long i got to talkin' with a Swede
lady. think-a real nice lady-like widow
woman she was. who was out there with
her five kids, an was that ratified keepin'
'em close to her.
odd fool, flung in Mrs. Frizz, blight
ingly.
The youngest of 'em had the ricketts,,
an me an the lady got real chatty over
the circumstance. 1 didn't tell 'er
Sr' OH -,
one O. them as has creased tongue the
first time they meet stranger. but she
got a talkin' about her oldest-a boy
O twenty-who drove ice wagon, an
was friendly with the boss of is ward.
She points him out in the crowd an l
do say Miss Frizz. he was that stylish
lookin'! The lady, I won't mention no
names, says she was real anxious to get
him married off to some nice girl with
a job-she was a-lookin' fer the girl
wherever she went she says.
Whats your name?' she says pretty
soon. AN l ups an gives her my card"
Mrs. Frizz stirred convuls'vely.
GIVE 'er WHAT" she wheezed hoarsely.
MY card" said Mrs. Hendy. with
careless ease. 'All us girls nave 'em
to the store Mine says Sarah Iendy'
an the store address"
''Poppycock." were the words Mrs.
Frizz breathed out scornfully.
You got real swell job ahe says.
says 7. suspicioning nOthn'. You amt
married, l s'pose?' she says. Well, Miss
FriZz l give you my solemn dyin oath.
| hadn't no intention to deceive ner
jolly. but just then the steamboat give
awful toot, an the little rickety girl
falls down. an me, gettin all clustered.
says right out. My lands alive. not fer
thousand dollars.-which after all
amt no lie"
Mrs. Frizz's beady. fat-embedded eyes
were rapidly assuming a CLASSY stare Of
horror and morbid interest-wiirh Mrs.
Hendy in the excitement Of her thrill
ing tale failed to observe go on" she
whispered fearfully
Comes eatin' time continued Mrs.
Hendy with a deprecating air from
which she could not entirely Danish a
trace of satisfaction, IAN my gracious
Peter If / hadn't clean forgot TO bring
along a bite to eat-now wouldn't that
frost yOu' But the lady was ro.J l-i,1