Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-04-07

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slid out of here with hardly more'n a rail
| road ticket, landed West of the Mississippi
| fiat broke and not knowing soul; and now
| I'm general manager with private check
| ing account and an interest in the business!
Going up some, eh?'
Listens that way" says I. "Where you
located, and what's the line?"
kansas City is our headquarters says
Wicky, land we're the Invest live wire in the
amusement world today. Motion pictures,
my boy,-chain of palatial, gold front ar
cadeS with the dimes pouring in through the
| ticket windows so fast we have to sack em
| floor, when all we had was one auditorium
about the width of a bowling alley. Now
we control an even two dozen, and we open
| a new one almost every month";
well, well!' says 1. "And you re gen'ra
manager, are your"
"Outside G. NJ" says Wicky. "Of course,
Mr.. Heinkopf is really the big noise at
the home office; but I'm his first assistant.
It's me looks up new locations, and gets
options on leases, and so on. But I'm
1double-it on the skirmish line, as you might
say.
wife now, expect?"
"By George, Shorty" says he, slappin
seventh son, you are! Do YOU know, I'd
just been chewin' over that proposition?
Never thought of it until struck town, and
then all of a sudden it come over me that
maybe ought to look up Maggie. Good old
girl! wonder how she's been getting along?"
| 7 DON'T know whether it showed in my
face or not, but should have thought he
| might have heard me catch my breath. Hon
est, from the offhand way he says it, you
might have suspected it was yellow dog
he'd left behind, instead of a wife
"See here, Wicky!' says I. aYou don't
with Mrs. Horn, writin' her letters, sendin
her money, and so on, all this timer"
why says Wicky, liftin' his shoulders
careless, show could I? You see, old man,
l got out in hurry, and there was no use
worrying her with why's and wherefores
Women don't understand. And l couldn't
take her along. Then, when 1 got out there
| l had to rustic, and-and- well, I've been a
mighty busy man ever since. But the min
ute you mentioned it, knew should have
to hunt up Maggie Yes yes! And l sup
pose III be just soft enough to take her
back with me. She deserves it. Good girl,
Maggie, and quite some of locker, eh,
| ShOrty?"
OO We says L, YIN Hill CullOuo.
"Why, that's SOL" says he. "Never knew
her. did you? Now, let me see, had a
picture of her knocking around somewhere.
Used to carry it in my pocketbook; but
we'll, III be hanged if it isn't here yeti There!
That's Maggie
The photo was some smudged; but it
must have been a good likeness, or else l
wouldn't have tied it up with someone I'd
seen recent. Still, couldn't be sure.
| Brown eyes, eh?" says l.
Brown nothing!" says Wicky. Ozark
blue, and sort of reddish hair. No need of
Maggie wearing a transformation. She's
got bushel of her own"
tall or short, is she?" says 1.
"Oh, about medium" says Wicky. "Say,
maybe we can get together for farewell
luncheon party somewhere if l decide to take
her
"Wicky,' says I, reachin' out playful and
gettin' grip on his collar, you've decided
that already. You're goin' to hunt up Mag
gle first thing you do
"That's so,' says he, laughin' easy. "Of
course, of course!'
| mo time like the present." says l. "You
ought to have shave first, though, hadn't
your"
That's fact says he. rubin his chin.
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