The San Francisco call., 1910-11-27
CHAPTER v.-continued

Gi1AF Tx F.-SOtlhuSo
But Mr. Arnold decided that he was
tired and wanted TO Fit down. and an
opera was as good as any place to sii
down in. So. still croaking evil, the
slot machine man saw them disappear
through the vestIhule, Ham hiding the
pup under his coat and Mamie Juggling
the balloon behind a womah's hat, until
fne trio was presently in stage box
But in the lights the poet was seized
with mlsglvings. Suppose that fool puT
barked9 And that red baIloon7 He
urged Mamie 20 give him the thing
hut the little Hebrew. staggering unti
his yellow diamond was coruscatior
~ light. reduced TO a regurgitativt
smother OF laughter, refused. And ther
the overture was ouelled. the curtain
shot up. and Rudolph and Marcel were
blowing their fingers in the Partisan
attic. for II wss La Boheme."
"ouesto mar rosso-ni aunmollisce.'
narrated the bsrytone.
Look at tn pup" whispered Mr.. Mu.
rasky.
"Che fai? Nei cieH big
guardo answered Rudolph.
Look at his nose" continued Mr.
Murasky. "Keehee-"
'L'amore un camInetto che
e in fretta." bawled the bsrytone
Look at
Say. Mamie" Arnold stirred, The
pup rose 10 shake himself, and tn,
ladies' in the adjoining box took no.
tice-.if YOU don't keep stin TIL throw
him into that big horn. Now"
You're drunk" gasped Mr.. Murasky
chortling with suppressed giee.
Tn drunk. but III get over It. Your,
q damn fool and you never will ge
over tt
Ma intanto cut 81 geia-" auaveret
Rudolph. but HIS eve was on the from
row, which craned about furtively a
AR. Arnold's box party
"Oh. Hamt" whispered the affrightet
poet don't talk so loudl"
Mamie Murasky suddenly straight
ened with a countenance blsnkll
alarmed. where IS it7 who's got itT
Got what?"
a te Patio primo warbled thu
tenor. his eye now on the pup.
Gas sakew whispered the Head
light Kid. duke it-catch itr'
Under the edge Of the poets chair
the red balloon was balancing. The
trio watched st; the poet breathlesslS
over his shoulder. Mamie hypnotizet
by apprehensions. and ]. Ham Arnold
philosophically interested.
Grab itr gurgIed Mamie
The poet put down his little finger
and pushed the balloon back under hii
chair. II bobbed TO the other edge, gy
rating maddeningly. The women In th,
next box looked at II entranced; thu
tuba player gaped; the front orchestr;
row craned; Marcel and Rudolph
blinked over the footlights.
Don't wiggle." chattered Mr.. Muir
. asky; don't move-ohw
Pop-eyed, staring frightfully ahead
sat the poet.
Ny goodness" exclaimed an indig.
nant one in the adjoining box, 'qts sw.
ful"
Mr. Arnold uprose and bowed to hel
with resigned. solicitous patience:
1T is-it is distinctly the worst yetr
Injuredly gathering up the blue pup
with its trailing festoon OF autumn
flowers. the box party host departed
Mamie turned. but dared not follow
Between him and the exit the balloon
titillated under the chairs edge;
breath would start II toward the pro
scenium.
And. staring straight before him
listening TO the two Bohemians cack
ling OF their woes. sat the laundr.
wagon poet. He was cold ss ice; hi
feet tickled with terror. It was wors
than being stuck on the forty-nintl
stanza OF Pizarro's Quest. Then tn
portieres parted; Mr.. Murasky ha,
flown.
"Pres-tor' squealed the barytone
The poet prayed for an earthquake.