The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1909-03-19

1 NlASo Mutual ltuSuGu.
Now, when Dolly Kitcat laughed her
charming eyes closed until only the
long curled lashes were visible, her
parted lips showed dazzling row OF
teeth-and the effect was enhancing.
At least, so thought Alwyn Romano,
who had been fortunate enough to
amuse her, and likewise thought poor
Billy Darrell, whose pleasure, however,
was mitigated by the fact that it was
his brilliant companion who had caused
it.
Alwyn and Billy were inseparables.
| They smoked the same brand of cigar
ettes-at least Billy bought them and
Alwyn smoked them-and they worked
and played in unison. Billy was lost
in admiration for his clever and popu-
lar friend, who accepted his friend
ship and admiration with equanimity
Alas! Love, the great leveller, had
winged his careless darts into the
breasts of both of them, and they
adored pretty Dolly Kitcat, Alwyn only
sless than himself, Billy more than all
the world
Miss Kitcat was as impartial as love
itself, and admitted them both into a
close and perilous intimacy.
Three, and waltzes, please, Miss Kit
cat" said Alwyn authoritatively. mo
less please; your dancing is just per-
lection, and | fiatter myself our steps
fit to nicely"
Alwyn's requests to the weaker sex
always insinuated a command; he felt
it INDICATED his manhood, which was
not always in evidence.
Billy sat silent while Miss Kitcat
laughed again.
very well" she said, "if the chap
erons cease from troubling, and Mrs.
Grundy is at rest, three you shall
have"
Eight, eleven and thirteen" said
Alwyn, noting the numbers on his spot
less cuff.
well, Mr.. Billy" said Dolly gayly
after short pause, "are you not go
ing to ask me for something's"
1t was indicative of the character OF
William Darrell that every one called
him BILLY" and he flushed up with
| pleasure at Miss Kitcat's speech.
well, er-er," he said hesitatingly,
Il sh-should just love p-polka or g-get
you an ice or hold your f-fan or SO.
something"
Poor Billy's stammer grew unman-
ageable, but he said 'so-something," as
if Miss Kitcat had offered to transport
him direct to Heaven, which as mat.
ter of fact was not far from the truth.
Dolly's eyes softened at the lads ear
nestness as she said encouragingly
seven and fourteen, then, Mr.. Billy.
The luckiest numbers in the card, and
don't forget en-"
Billy assured her with deep sincerity
! that he would not, and then Alwyn,
who always flung himself wildly in
to the tide of conversation ere it ebbed
too far from himself, broke in:
That's real kind of you, Miss Kitcat
but mind the fireplaces. Billy general.
ly manages to enthrone his partner in
the CRATE in the midst of his wild ca
reer; and, by the way, when may
bring my new song to sing to you?
Messrs. Crochet & Co., the publishers
told me that were it not trife above
the heads of the masses they might
have considered it,"
Now, Alwyn, it must be remembered,
was genius, not an ordinary, full.
blown, famous genius, but one faltering
on the threshold Of publicity and full
of glorious works, which would, when
the mood struck him, be transmitted in
flaming language to paper. He was al
ways waiting for the mood to strike
him; at his club, when he would have
many whiskey and soda to while
away the time till it came; in the
street, oh, yes, particularly in the
! street, when the mood would lightly
tap him, so to speak, and he would
| rush to pen and paper, only to find the
moment had fled again; but he was
| filled with very complete self-satis-
faction, and spent many hours of his
valuable leisure explaining his theories
and ideas to Dolly Kitcat.
Billy Darrell had no theories and not
too many ideas, but he was beloved by
men as the best of good fellows, who
rode and shot as straight as he lived.
and his happiest hours were spent rid.
inS with Miss Kitcat in the Row or
risking his life in his motor car, which