New-York tribune., 1912-04-07

"WhV, says he, "aS long as you rc IccHlIS
so flush don't mind if do
"Thcn it's a co. says |, and when q
summoned the boss barber | whispers to
him. Send over the one they call Maggie
for my friend, will you, Hciay!'
Maybe it was lowdown way to spring, 1t
on the Young lady; but couldn't resist the
chance. And. then, want sure, anyway
All had TO 90 by was the name, and the
picture. and Wicky's description.
She trots over with her bowl and SCISSORS
and orangcwood sticks, and must say that
in her tight fittin' black dress, and dinky
little white apron, and with all that reddish
hair done up so fancy, She was more or less
Of a queen. Nice, modest appeann girl TOO.
withbigbuccycs that seemed 10 be attendln
strictly to business
lust at that minute Wicky is havin' his
J face steamed out. and his own mother
couldn't have told him from All Bazoum, or
any other Turk. His left hand was stuck
out. though and that was all that was neceS-
sarv for the manCurin' process. The young
lady starts right in on her job; 50 It was
couple of minutes before hears this mutiied
explosion from Mr.. Horn.
"Whv-whv-" | hears him gaSp,-"lt--
its Maggie"
looks over lust in time to see her glance
up from her work of trimmn' of hanEnail' ;
and will say this for her, that she took 1t
cool
"Oh," SAYS she. sort Of under her breath.
80 it's YOU, is it? Now, the middle hnger'
please" .,
"But-but, say!" goes on Wicky. starln
his eyes out. This isis Well Il
be slam jiggcred! This IS the hinlt' ms
isl" -.
Lots Of odd things happen, don't they?'
comes back Maggie. "Now hold steady
please"
But Wickv can't seem TO take II so easy.
He twists around until he can get my eye,
and then he whispers across hoarse, 81 say,
Shorty. Look! It's Maggie!'
"You don't sav?" says |.
From then on durin' the rest of the process
Wickv was speechcss He just sat there
with his ewes glued on Maggie, takin' in
every detail, from the smooth puttS on top
of her head to the neat lace cuffs on her
white wrists, and guess he sort OF thought
things out. Anyway, by the time he was
through. and we'd been helped into our
coats, and I'd paid the check, Wicky, re-
covers the use of his tongue. Noddln tor
me to follow, he steps over to where Maggie
is sittin' at her little glass table under the
green shade.
well. old girl" says he Jolly and jovial.
"You haven't even said YOU were glad to see
me again.
why, that's so, says Maggie, givln him
the calm lookovcr
"Ncvcr mind, Maggie, says he. Wen
fix that up later. Suppose YOU get your
things on now
I'm on duty here until nine, says She.
"Oh, dash your being on duty! says
Wicky. lust tell the boss you've quit.
Not today" says Maggie, smllln and
shakin' her head. ,
But YOU don't get me" says Wickiy.
1--WE come clear on from Kansas City for
YOU. I'm going to take you back with me-
YOU know -.
"Oh, think not" says she, lookin HIM
square between the eyes.
"Wha-a-at" says Wicky.
"Youve made mistake that 5 all, says
Maggie. "You re not going to take me any
where"
But am, tell you" he insists. Great
Scott you're my wife, aren't you;
"No,' says Maggie, mot now, not since
year ago last April. W.
you don't mean to say" gaspS NicKy'
that you went and-and got a