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

polished up, too?'
why" says he, @as long as you re feeling
so flush, don't mind if | do"
@Then it's CO." says l, and when I'd
summoned the boss barber l whispers to
him, "Send over the one they call Maggie
for my friend, will you, Heiny?"
Maybe it was lowdown way to spring it
chance. And, then, | wa MT sure, anyway
All l had to 60 by was the name, and the
picture, and Wickys description.
She trots over with her bowl and scissors
and orangewood sticks, and must say that
in her tight fttin' black Dress and dinky
little white apron, and with all that reddish
hair done up so fancy, she was more or less
of queen. Nice, modest appearin. girl too,
with big blue eyes that seemed to be attendin'
strictly to business.
lust at that minute Wicky is havin' his
face steamed out, and his own mother
couldn't have told him from Ali Bazoum, or
any other Turk. His left hand was stuck
out, though, and that was all that was neces-
sary for the manicurin' process. The young
lady starts right in on her job; so it was a
couple of minutes before hears this muffled
explosion from Mr.. Horn.
"Why-whv-" hears him gasp,-"it-
it's Maggie!"
looks over just in time to see her glance
up from her work of trimmin' off a hangnail;
and l will say this for her, that she took it
| cool.
"Oh!" says she, sort of under her breath.
$50 it's you, is it? Now, the middle finger,
please"
3But-but, say" goes on Wicky, starin'
his eyes out ~This isis Well, III
be slam jiggered! This is the limit, this
isl"
"Lots of odd things happen, don't they?'
comes back Maggie. "Now hold steady,
please"
But Wicky can't seem to take it so easy.
He twists around until he can get my eye,
and then he whispers across hoarse, IL say,
Shorty. Look! It's Maggic!"
"You don't say?" says I.
From then on durin the rest of the process
Wicky was speeches.. He just sat there
with his eyes glued on Maggie, takin' in
every detail, from the smooth puffs 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. Noddin' for
me to follow, he steps over to where Maggie
is sittin' at her little glass table under the
green shade.
swell. 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, givin' him
the calm lookover.
@Never mind, Maggie" says he. well
fix that up later. Suppose you get your
things on now
"I'm on duty here until nine,' says she.
ooh, dash your being on duty!" says
Wicky "Just tell the boss you've quit"
mot today" says Maggie, smilin and
shakin' her head.
@But you don't get me, says Wicky.
give come clear on from Kansas City for
you. I'm going to take you back with me,
you know"
ooh, l think not" says she, lookin him
square between the eyes.
@Wha-a-at!" says Wicky.
you've made mistake that's all, says
Maggie. "You're not going to take me any
where"
"But am, 1 tell your he insists. @Great
Scott! you re my wife, aren't your"
NO." says Maggie, mot now, not since
year ago last April
"You don't mean to say" gasps Wicky,
shat you went and-and got "a
"Uh-huh, says Maggie. "Took my job
out to Reno with me too, and more than
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