The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-10-29

II 5 amdZln now muc0 ODeulence you
can buy for IS, now, when everything's
so high.
The waiter person does a quick
fade away, and without stoppin' to
knock, l opens the door O. that pri-
vate dinin' room and walks right in.
Say-speakin' of your third act situa-
ton,
Maggie was sittin' all huddled down
in chair on one side of the table,
and Rutledge was tryin' to get her
to 'be a good sport, little girl" an
introduce her insides to a cocktail.
And Maggie, all limp and scared,
was mumblin', "Oh, pleased" All the
shine was gone out of her eyes, too,
and she looked at you. like your pet
dog does when you strike him.
They hadn't noticed me, so now
takes my action cue. How do you
do" l says most awful sweet. Are
the contracts finished-Mr. Rutledge?"
l says. Take it from me, l held the
stage.
"O-o-oh, Lillian," Maggie yells, and
begins cryin', now as there's no need
of it. Rutledge springs up like a
jack-in-the-box when you let loose O.
the lid; and he says one word, real
loud; but that was enough.
l let the silence make noise for
while. Then l says to Maggie,
Don't blubber-your nose will be all
red when Jack comes!"
"J-J-Jack" she gasps, lettin' it out
loud, like the air goin out O. your
back tires when you got company in
the car.
YEAH" l says, cuttin in on some
more of Rutledge's remarks. He's
comm to take you home!"
ooh, I'm so glad" she sobs. This
amt like 1 thought it'd bel"
ut is" says, at most always
amt"
Then l turns to Rutledge. Il think
you'd better beat it." | says. "And
you'll need another stenographer-also
a bookkeeper! and l think possibly
there's better towns than this is for
you to migrate to-
My, he went right up! "You can't
bulldoze mel he says, blufin' Not
any more'n you could before. You
can't drive me out O. here!
ooh, I wouldn't think of such a
thing" 1 says. But you won't be
very popular in these parts when 1 tell
some things l know about contracts"
Well" he says, gettin' nasty, 81
can tell few things about you-an'
what you"
why don't you?" says real quick.
"Why didn't you tell all about me
when you first came
He didn't say nothin', cause that's
all there was to say. Then he turns
to Maggie, crouched down there be
side me. Maggie" he begins.
ooh, don't speak to mel" Maggie
says so dramatic But the poor kid
was scared.
BEAT it." I says, "an' be sudden
about it," He knew I meant it, too.
cause he took his hat and skipped.
After he'd gone, ooh, Lillian--it was
oh, oh, Lillian!" Maggie sobbed,
clinging to me like a sticky caramel
to the roof O. your mouth.
81 know, deary," l says. Come,
now-weln get out O. here-and-"
Just then the door flies open, and
in comes Jack cryin' "Maggie-Mag-
gie!" till you could have heard him
back in town. And followin' him was
mother, dom the weeps all over her
best dress.
While Jack was tryin' to get all O.
Maggie in his arms at once, mother
turns to me. ITO think" she laments,
her tremolo stop workin' overtime;
"to think that a daughter O. mine
in this place; An to think that -
that man"
I'm awfully nice by nature, only
when I'm mean. eff l remember l
modestly reminds her, 81 put you wise
to this-and you said you could take
care of your daughter. But l watched
out for her anyway. You see," says,
ut just happens that know this Rut-
ledge person. In New York" l says.
81 roomed with one of his former ste
nographers. She-she blew out the
gas one highland forgot her
troubles!"
What did you say?-what become O
Maggie? Oh, she married Jack-they
had a nice little weddin' before left.
And now she's shown her talent for
darnin' socks and maxim ten-cent cuts
O. meat taste like tenderloin and
an mushrooms. And Rutledge?-Well
they're pasturing the COWS on the
Belleview tract now.
What's that? Sure she did!
didn't say she didn't did 1? But as
remarked before, all the stage doors
amt arount the theaters!