The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1919-01-25

graph message, it's. oh, here, talk
to Miss Jacks-she'n arrange"
He handed over the instrument to
tie girl, who joined him a few min
utes later with a rather rueful look.
He wants me to come up there, or
down there, wherever it is she said.
In that backwoods place and ,e-
hearse., l know I'll just die. ] detest
the country. You're to come on Tues
day. with the others. He wants me to
come tonight. Says he'll meet me at
the station, and his mother is fixing up
the spare room. Ought L to-er-do
! it,"
'Sure"" came the prompt rejoinder.
IF you want to put the act on. But
how in tn dickens he expects t play
jazz in that jerkwater town gets me. it
sure does"
! Three young and dainty girls. and
| five men with the appearance of must
| clans from the cases that they bore,
alighted from the electric train at, a
| little station in the woods and looked
| about them disgustedly.
Bush Falls," echoed the girls in
chorus. "Ye gods."
Can you direct me to Mr.. George
| Trips placer" demanded the leader of
| the party, a portly, florid individual
| of a half-asleep youth dawdling be-
| hind the wheel of a much-used Ford.
The youth awoke with a start and sur
veyed the crowd with interest.
BE you tn crowd he's expecting p"
| he demanded, and they nodded. well.
| jump right in. The girls gasped, but
| finally clambered in, and the over
stuffed machine departed for the
| Trip place.
Within sight of the big farm house
two figures stood up at the top of an
| immense haystack and waved franti-
cally to the approaching party.
TIL hay rubes be lookin' fer some
| music, said O'Brien, in a nasal ac-
cent. "An' no wonder, after listenin'
for whole day to Trip an that aw-
| full score"
| And then the couple in blue over
alis and sun beamers ran up to the
machine.
It's Fay" screamed the girls in
| chorus
ITS Trip" yelled o'Brien dunn
founded Il knew you'd give that idea
up soon's y saw the score"
But we haven't" Fay and George
| Trip answered in chorus.
| "What?" cried O'Brien. Dye mean
| you can do that cyclone stuff up here
in these peaceful hills. Why. even tn
sun slows up roundin that curve back
| yonder."
That's the very place to rehearse
| this stuff answered Trip, brightly
Even Fa-even Miss st. Jacque ad-
mits it. Back in town, everything s
going at top speed. There's too much
competition. You can't keep your
mind on your number. Up here we've
worked it up to perfection. The act 8
going over big. Come on in" He
paused to help the girls off with their
wraps and invited them hospita bly, into
a large living room, squared off at
one end for a stage, and prepared, evil
IDENTITY. for acton. And now It's this
| way.
| And with O'Brien, Gregory and the
others listening rsptly over his shoul-
der, Trip plunged madly into the
widest, maddest, most syncopated
music Bush Falls, O'Brien or even all
| Broadway had ever heard. And the
girls, ready for action, leaped upon the
| improvised stage and soon were work
| ing madly.
For In hour or more they rehearsed.
! company and orchestra, and then a
| introduced as his mother opened the
doors of the dining room and well
| coined them to an old-fsshioned coun-
! try dinner OBrien twenty rninute s
| later, 1oosening his belt, looked quiz
zicaily at Fay st. Jacque. who sat at
! George Trips right at the head Of
! the table. and remarked. soto voce.
/ to Gregory, Il never heard o putin
! a wildcat am sloth in tn same cage
| r gettin' funeral marcher T. play
| rastinle, but evidently IL can be done.
water towns as improves Jazz, evident
! ly-romance. fr instance
| And then as he noted the look that
Fay shyiy gave Trip he was sure
| of it
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