The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1916-08-20

had more wisely kept sightless. The
call of Wilson Finny to the stage was
a case in point.
Yes, pursued Wilson, in his con-
fession, I'm goin' to try. for it. "
You a actor, his sweetheart
shifted. "Oh, you actorinel I say,
hddo, you might go on the stage,
early of mornin 's-with a scrubbin'
brushi"
Even when Wilson spoke his tone
had an agreeable quality, low, TN
aggressive, gentle. II amt no good
at nothin' else, !" he demurred, h1rnbly
enough. l might just as we'll ="
And you might just as well chew
sawdust, your stonlick bein' bad at
pickles, : symbolized the sensible
Cora. Now what nd you look ike
on the stage anyhow? You can sing
a little. Well pass that up. But
where 'ud your lanky shape be?-
and them bantam legs?-and that
big nose? No, kiddo-just stick to
your dairy-lunch job and me. Some
day we'll run this bunk all ourselves,
and no royalties to nobody but the
taxpayer. =
Wilson looked at her admiringly "You're
the candy" he admitted, "when it comes to
hittin' it just right with the sunny-side-
ups and the country sassages. This joints
sure gettin' rep. But Hd-don't be mad
at mel kind o. banker after somethin'
different It's in me blood. l can't help
it, any moren you can help cookin'. To
morrow I'm goin' to have me voice tried"
There was at times an unassuming deter
minateness about Wilson which Cora under
stood only too well. She tried to speak
indifferently:
"What show?"
seThe Salome of the Scarlet Harem"
"ThatI" Cora broke loose in derisive
laughter "That chestnut! Wore out on
Broadway year before last! thought it
was dead and buried before the frost come
to kill it.
You was mistaken, KID" apologized
Wilson. cts through on Broadway, fer
sure-but there's been company out all
the year, and maxim money on the road
Now they're goin' to freshen it up and fix it
to tour the South. No show as off color as
that can die so easy. Why, kd-it was the
wickedest thing the town ever seen! Most
of the acts was copied direct out o. Parish
You ought to have more respect for
me, walled Cora. "To think of my bein'
engaged to a Hamfatte in show like that"
Her capitulation was complete Skepti-
cism Of her lovers charms had ceased to up
lift. &a
Amt signed no contract vel" ventured
Wilson. Amt even had me voice tried.
There now, kid heard customer. I'll
go and get his order"
On this mission he vanished through the
swinging doors leading to the public eating
quarters, out front The hour was between
four and FIVE: the one comparatively free
interval of their eighteen-hour working day
An omelette, and at five P. NJ. !" snapped
Cora, when Wilson brought back the order.
What sort O lookin' man is it?"
1T amt no man." explained Wilson.
It's swell young lady. I think she's a
actress"
Never rains but it pours," deplored
Cora. swell, I'll just wander out and take
look at her myself. If she looks like one
to me, she's goin' to get 50 much soda in her
omelette sheH never come back"
Already Cora had DOTTED her apron and
touched her side puffs, on which she prided
herself. Out she sauntered through the
swinging doors. Her air was one of deep
preoccupation.
The creature wds swell. Cora had tc
admit it to herself. Her costume fulfilled
Cora's personal ideal, which did not run tc
riotous debauchery of color. Take, for in
stance, the perfect matching of her buf
shoes and her buff glovesl And what re
strained elegance in that dark blue clotl
suit, with the brass buttons and brass orna
ments, surmounted by the peachiest BIZ
blue pot hat and tan tuft Cora could re
member. These things, combined with I
suspiciously perfect complexion, might be
speak the actress. But they did look lk
the real thing in the prosperity line. An,
Cora had the born and bred New Yorker
Respect for prosperity.
The customer smiled sweetly. Did
smell my omelette," she said, "or am
merely hungry for my breakfast?
Cora knew, or OWNED, something of til
artistic temperament with its impatienc
Descending became a safeguard rattle
than sa expedient