Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-12-24
MISS MARIAN MUM

department store. I'll go over there
alone, Cert.
"Ycs, and get stung on the shape
and the hood and all | bought Just
an ordinary one for my little niece
once, and you got TO get them shallow.
Anyways, I'm going TO chip in half
on this. ! want to get the little devil
something, anyways
"Aw, no, Cert, this is my surprise. "
II guess ] can chip in on a present
for the kids month old birthday
"Wcll. then, say | meet you in the
Eighty sixth street subway at seven,
so we can catch Il Brooklyn express
and make it over in thirty minutes.''
Yes"
But it's raining, Cert Look out.
honest, | don't like to ask you to break
your date to hike over there in the rain
with me-"
Raining Aw, then let's cut it,
Phonzic. ] got new marcel and
cold on my chest that weighs Il ton.
She can't roll it on a wet Sunday, no
how"
Paper says clear and warmer to-
morrow, Cert; but honest, you don Il
need to GO"
YOU'RE a nice boy. Phonzic. and a
proud father, but YOU cant spend my
money for me. What you bet I gdt
10 per cent off for cash? Subway at
seven. I'll be there"
81 may be bit late, Cert. She
amt so strong yet and after last flight
I don't want to get her nervous"
81 told you she'd be sore at me for
taking you to the Ritz ball last night,
and God knows it wasn't no pleasure
in my life TO go model hunting with
you, when | might have been joy rid
ing with my friend from Carson City"
''It's just because she amt herself
yet. I'm off, Cert, Till seven in the
subway"
eyes. till seven"
When Aphonse Nicholson unlocked
the door of his second floor five room
apartment a lamp softly burning
through yellow silk lampshadc met
him with the soft radiance of home.
Beside the door he diVestcd himself of
his rain spotted macintosh, inserted
his dripping umbrella in tall china
stand. shook n, little rivuIcnt from his
hat and hung it on a pair Of wall
antlers.
"That you, Phonzic?"
eyes, hon. it's mr.
"Sh- -h-h.'
lie tiptoed down the aisle of hallway
and into the soft lighted front room.
From mound of pillows and sleepy
from their luxury MilIic Moores rose to
his approach, her forefnger placed
across her lips and pale mist of chif-
fon falling backward from her arms
What u masscusc is love. The lines
had faded from Miles face and in
their place the grace of tenderness and
cned. Years had folded back like
petals. revealing the heart and the uu-
withcrcd bosom of her.
He kissed her. pressing tho finger of
warning closer against her lips and she
pattcd place for him on the Mexican
afghan beside her.
"phonHiC ~
GLOW you fcelin'. hon?"
"Strong, If it. amt raining tomor
row, I'm going TO take him out il I
have to carry him in my arms. Say,
wouldn't | like to feel myself rolling
him in one of them white enamel,
glass top things like Van Ness has for
her last one. Ida May tried three
places to get one for us.
'They're made special.
can my life I've wanted to feel NV
self wheeling him, Phonzic. I used 10
dream myself doing it in the old place
down on Twenty third street. when |
used 10 sit at the sewing table from
eight until eight. Gee. honest. /
Just can't wait TO see if the sun is shin
ing tomorrow
He kissed her again on the back of
each finger and she let her hand. pale
and rather inert, rest on his hair.
rs my boy hungry for his dindin?'
"Gee, yes! The noon appointments
came so thick ] had to send Eddie out
to bring me Il bite.
"What kind of a day."
Everything smooth but the design
ing room. Cert done her best. but they
don't take hold without you. hon, They
can't even get in their heads that gold
charmcusc idea Cert and ! swiped at
the Ritz last night.
"Did you tell them I'll be back on
the job next week. PhOnzie?"
Nothing doing. You're going 10
stay right here snug in your rug, an
other two weeks"
Rave on, hon, but | got the nurse
engaged for Monday. How's the Van
Norder wedding dress coming?"
Great That box train you drew
up will float down the aisle after her
like white cObweb. It's a Knockout" "
"Say. won't l be glad TO get back
in harness ~
"You got TO take it slow. Mil"
"And amt you glad it's all over,
Phonzie?"
"Am IT,
-Four weeks old tomorrow, and Ida
May was over today and says she never
seen kid so big for his age"
He takes after my grandfather. lie