Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-12-13
WHITE GOODS
BY FANNIE HURST


NO, no. Mr.. Meltzcr. II got 20
charge II to Dec Dee. aud nnyways.
she gets mad like anything ii ] keep hcf.
waiting. gotta go. Night, Mr..
Moltzer Night.
She was of through the maze OF the
enptying store. in the very act Of PIN
ming on her little hat with its jaunty
imitation fur pompon. and he breathcd
IN as she passed as II OF the perfume
of her personality. A
~ the ribbon counter on the main
floor the last of streamlet Of out
gong women detached herself from tho
file as Miss Barnet ascended the stair
case.
Hurry up. Sadie"
Dee Dee How'd you girls up here
get on your duds so soou? ! thought
'narbc IL I'd hurry upstairs you-ycu d
find time to cut me n two yard piece
Of three inch red satin for my hat, Des
Dee-tomorrow being Sunday. Two
yards. Dee Dee. and that'll make $500
| owe you. Aw, Dee Dec. it won't tsise
minute. tomorrow's Sunday and all
Aw, Dec Dee :"
Miss Barnet slid ingratiating fingers
into the curve OF the older woinan's
arm; her voice was smooth as salve.
''Aw. Dee Dee. who ever heard of
wearing fur on hat in April? gotta
stick a red bow on my last summers
sailor, Dee Dec
Miss Edith Worte stiffened so that
the muscles sprang out in the crook of
her arm and the cords in her long. vel
lowing neck. Years haG dried on her
face, leaving ravages, and through her
high 4power spectacles her pale eyes
might have been staring through fftn
and straning to see.
PLEASE, Dee Dee !"
Miss Barnet held backward. a little
singsong note Of appeal running through
her voice. SC
Miss Worte ierkcd forward toward
the open door. April dusk, the color
of cold dish water, showed through il.
Dusk in the city comes sadly. crowding
into narrow streets and riddled with
an impediate quick. shot of electric
bulbs.
Ain t you got no sense tall2 Amt
you got no sense in that curly head Of
yourn but ruination notions?"
"Aw, Dee Dee :"
They were in the food tide which
bursts through the dam at & o'clock like
q human torrent flooding the streets.
then. spreading thinning, and finally
seeping into homes, hall bedrooms and
Harlem flats.
Miss Edith Worte turned her sparse
face toward the downtown tide and
against n light wind that tasted of rain
and flappe1 her skirts around her thin
legs;
"Watch out, Dee Dee! Step down
there's a curb.
II don't need you It's lots you care
! if go blind on the spot.
Dee Dee ~
God If I didn't have nothing to
worry me but rcd ribbons, | told the
doctor today, while he was putting the
drops in my eyes, that If he'd let me 60
blind IT,
"Now. now, Dee Dee! Amt you see
ing better these last few days?''
IF you had heard what the doctor
told me today when he put the drops
think about besides red ribbons, al
rightly.
~ forgot. Dee Dee. today was your
eve doctor day. He's always scarin'
you up. Just don't pay no attention.
| forgot it was your day"
Sure you forgot. But you won't for
get il wake up alone in the dark some
day
Dee, Dee -
"You won't forget then. You won't
forget to nag me even then for dudr
to go automobiling with fly men that
can't bring you no good"
"Dec Dee, amt been but one night
this week. been saving up all my
nights for-for tonight" -,
Tonight Say, If / cant keep you
from going to the devil on skates
t.
ITS only the second time this week,
Dee Dee, and II promised. He II have
the limousine top off tonight---and feel,
il is just like summer. A girls gotta
have little something once in a
while"
What do I gotta have? What do ]
gotta have, but slave and work?'
TO BE CONTINUED
Copyright. 1919 by Harper Brothers
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