Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-12-28
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Mrs Melkin rocked to and fro in her
chair.
"Oh. ,oh dear, If YOU wont ,,,,i'e be the e
death 6f me :" she said. The trouble
you've been. goodness only knows! Ana
now you're telling me that you're going
to leave the pickles. ,.,
Cant keep both jobs going. can l?'
'," "Xn'@an' an going on the stage" Mr. Mrs
respectable, comfortable job with the
pickles and going on the stage she
70 better myself" Sunny said cheer
lily.
"Better yourself: Worser yourself,
you mean! Nothing reg'lar; a smiling
OF other gels and li'ble to be out of work
any time. Oh, oh dear! What ave !
lived to see? What ave l lived to see!
It's a wonder to me your poor mother,
poor Bee'trice, isn't a-turning in her
Look here, aunt" Sunny said.
Don't talk to me, you wicked. un,.
grateful girl. after all ! done after after all
You didn't get me the pickle job. |
got II myself"' Sunny said dehantly.
Mrs. Melkin rocked to and fro, She
only uttered low, moaning cries. Ike a
soul in agony.
"Of course, e. week amt much to
start with. ,
at amt by long Sight WHAT ''''"''
To get presently. But"
Mrs MeIkin sat bolt upright, She
stared at the girl.
Two p-twc pounds :" She gasped.
zoos talking Of two pounds week.
,,s eoins %u to HTf start me Ss,a on. e wanted me
to sign for five years, but not me three
years is enough, as | told him. There's
no knowing what may appen before hVe
years Is up.
To tbpra and
tell me Elizabeth Ann, that you've
been engaged for the stage, and you're
to get No, | won't believe it!
"Do the other thing, then" sunny
said. "Anyow, it's true. Two pounds
week is what get to start with"
"E.lizaheth Ann, are you telling me
the truth" Mrs. Meiltln demanded.
'"Oo'd give a gel like you two pounds
'"'l "hu rignt, then. Secing's believing.
YouN believe when you see me come
| on Saturday niEhts--Frday, I believe
| itn be-with two golden pounds in my
! ands Now, you cheer up and don't
worry" Sunny added. I've got to get
off and see Mr. iicmmIngway at his
There was weak tap on tho door,
"'Nlo! Is that you, BERT" she
"'Erbrrt jackson. is that you?" Mrs,
MeIkm said, What do you want?"
Il dunno" he said He came into the
room, looking the picture of misery.
sunny" no said. Il 'ad to call for
er so ! come"
why amt you at the pckles?"
Il wish ! was for some things he
said with II sniff, II don't old with this
ere stage business"
you amt got no pluck nor ambi-
Il know ! alnt," he said Il don't
want any, neither. I'll get the strap for
this all rght-chucking my job. amt
dared" lie shifted miserably. When
| do, he'll take it out of me all right
and it'll be your doing, sunny"
'Oh, come on !" sunny said, She took
a last look at herself in the very dis
Colorcd piece OF looking glass over the
mantelpiece She had taken pains with
| her appearance this morning. Hair
face and teeth shone, She had spen,
two hours sewing up the very worst
holes in her froCk and her boots. but the
| result was not striking.
what the end Of this ere foolery's
going to be | don't know" Mrs. Melkln
said, Two pounds" She shook her
head sadly She had no belief whatever
Bert hunched his shoulders. lie
snlffed miserably and dejectedy as h,
trudged by Sunny's side She skipped
along the pavement, she always skipped
rather than walked. Bert hunched along
in a hopelessly detected fashion.
whats going to 'appen is this: vel
he kicked out I" he said lugubriousy
They don't want us. It's a Joke. We
been and lost our jobs at Johnson,s
and it's your fault, It's all your fault
sunny"
sunny said cheerily "It'll be my fault
won't It, when you're getting five 'un
dred year and riding about in taxi
cabs, Bcrt?'
ME-" he said, Me? | don't thinh "
CONTINUED TOMORROW
Copuright, 1920, by George p. Putnam's Sons