The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1920-10-01
Lottie Overlooks
a Bet
By CLARENCE L. CULLEN
(Copyright.)

stockinettes," observed Lottie Lem
ondrop, front-liner on the end of
the merry-merry. to the dashing drug
clerk of the all-night Tenderloin
pharmacy.
so | perceive. little one" replied
the dashing drug clerk. dabbing ad-
1ustingly at his Ascot with his right
hand, and draping himself in an ire
sistible posture with the soda foun-
tain as base.
And It's higher rnd nobler town
for your return, no matter what the
circumstances of that return may be,
believe me, heart Of gold"
"Yuh kin wrap the nix-deslgn around
all or that warm steam, yuh hand
some tease" answered Lottie. "Yuh
couldn't dish any of that fluff CONVEX
sation into little winsome LOttie with
a hypo-syringe and eight piano-mov-
ers to hold me while it was happenin'.
4uh know me, yuh dissipated Des-
mond."
BE any such attempt far from me.
amethyst eyes," disclaimed the dash
- ing drug clerk.
"Say not so that I do not believe
everything that I say unto you. cher
ished one, and even more. l infer
from your temperance that the pro-
duction of which you were the recent
ornament has closed"
"Yuh kin infer that, Cut-Up Carlo,
and then tack the rest of the bank
roll onto it as little side bet for your
self" replied Lottie.
She sighed heavily.
The dashing drug clerk replied that
he saw nothing about her except a
strange and haunting beauty.
"Oh. they amt no use in your try
In to jOcund me along, Sunlocks of the |
Western Sea-" went on Lottie. 1--WE |
got my numbah, all right. I'm Jere-
miah to 1t, that I'm doomed to be a
working CELL all my days"
"Then what" inquired the dashing
drug clerk, "seems to be the immedi- |
ate occasion for all the visible an
guish, If l may ask, Charlotte. my |
soul?"
"Oh, nuthin', 'ceptin' that fOur-eyed |
Jonahdoo that's been doggin' my trail
every day of my life since ustuh go
TO Sunday school cOupla years af-
ter the Black Hawk war;" said Lottie
sorrOWfully,
"Say, if millionaires was to he picked |
up on the rummage counter of the five-
and-ten-cent store. I'd fall over the
back of my taxi before l could make
a dash to grab one Of 'em and rag him
before alderman.
That's what a lucky little clip I
am when 1t comes to layin' up little
somethin' for myself against the rainy
day like a hull lot of these back-row
blouses that never seen the day they
had my figger or my winnin' ways.
"Lis'n. When the show makes Pitts
burg. three days before 1t closes In
Allentown. line O. tourin' cars about
as long as from here to the Bronx
pulls up In front of the hotel, and a
young John with a gardenia in his
coat steps into the hotel and invites
all the gels of the show to ride out to
the big machine shops and take a
slant at the wheels goin' round.
do we fall? Does a seal eat fish?
"Motorin' out to machine shops,
where they's liable to be Oh-such-Iarks
to come, is the on'y kind of medicine
we use In the hick towns.
$50. after powderin' the shiny beaks
and applyin' a little dash O. red to {
the hectic cheekbones, we pile into s
the buzz buggies, gay and chatter
in layout of seminary CELLS, and are |
chuffed at about ninety miles to the I
calendar hour to the machine shops.
"When the motorwagons make the s
front of the works, a lot Of spruce 7
Sammies pile out of the offices and 8
that hick town line of south breeze. 4
There's pairin' off. Careless little 4
Lottie not bein' one Of the kind that
takes a runnin' jump and leaps down y
he threats of these Jayville JOhnnies, r
,atches nuthin' whatever with spit u
Ock and leer But 7 don't care. e
$50 / trail unattached. the other "
,ells, with their little Johns, handin' b
ne the cat smoker as we nudge into
he shops. /
Business of the big look-around at A
he machine junk in the shops. I'm Of
# in a corner, away from the main Al
unch, pretendin' to be interested In al
little bit of a machine that turned I'll
ut an engine for a ocean-goin' tug | w
1st like gettin' your shoes shined is
lille you wait, and sort of hopln'
lat the bald-headed boss of the plant be
III breeze along and hand me that eli
h. little one, why so pensiver line