Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-01-29

walker a day or two more, Mr., Foddie
while you re getting well. You mustn't
overdo right off ~
''Some little bouncing ball, / am, eh
Down on Saturday, right in the middle
of a mill Lend sale, and up on Monday
ready as fighting cock for the begin
ming of the semiannual clearin'."
"Oh, Mr.. Foddie, forgetting right
away and taking all sorts of risks,
when the doctor told you that excite
ment-is. dangerous and"
Nothing is dangerous around this
here joint, Miss Annie, except you"
''Cut that"
"What'd 1 say that Was wrong?"
Nothing, but cut it, that's ALL"
~ was only fooling, Annie"
"Whatr"
Miss Annie, was only fooling, Miss
Annie. like to see you get mad with
that red haired temper of yours and
those great, big beautiful"
Cut it, / said.'' She moved back
from him ipto the gloom of halls and
toward her open door.
We'll, of all the little spitfres !"
The.cry arose, thin as a quail 5, and
she turned back toward him.
He was croupy all night, Mr.. Fod-
die; | could hear him. Did YOU fix
up the tent over his crib and burn creo-
sote under it like I showed you:"
Just don't know. Miss Annie,
what's ailing the little fellow. Got the
lamp alrighty; but what does it mean,
Miss Annie, when his little body is hot
all over, not real feverish, but just hot
Dry like"
- "I'n sees She was past him into
the three windowed third floor front
and toward small crib in its corner,
bending over and into it, her large
white hands gripping its sides.
IF he needs u doctor, Miss Annie l
ain t the one to spare eNpense---'
Ssh h. :" She raised her face to
him with her finger laid across her lips.
Hes dropped off again. It's nothing
the matter with the little fellow, Mr..
Foddie, but just Group. My-my little
one used to get just this way, too, hot
and dry skinned, but not real feverish.
Just you burn creosote tonight again
and see how it fixes him up.
He advanced toward her, sloughing
in his felt slippers the length of the
floor. There was a spaciousness and
an air of upholstered comfort about
that room, once removing it from the
chilly category of the "ueatly fur
nished." An upholstered sofa, bulgy,
but spacious, was drawn out along
side a fireplace cut in monstrous
marble mantelpiecc and shaped like an
inverted L. y patent rocker up
holstered in carpet and Il hassock
relics of Mr.. Foddies connubial era
sat by. and u folding bed, already
swung to concealment behind red rep
curtains. \ lambrequin with ball
fringe hung from the mantelpiece. Be
fore this mantel, it's pier mirror of
better days tilted to reflect the room,
Mr.. Foddie paused for view of Annie
Kineady there beside the crib.
IF that kid of mine gets any fonder
of you, Miss Annie, his pail get jeal-
GUS"
He's the sweetest little thing. Mr..
Foddie, just the sweetest little thing,
and so smart for only three.
Image of his pa
''He-he just don't look one bit like
you. Mr.. Foddie.
There you go again, running me
down"
Same way when ! take him down
to the store. Girls from one end OF
the floor to the other just honey the
little geezer SO.
She withdrew her hand softly from
the heart of the crib, but little wal
rose with it.
See, lie likes my hand, aud She