Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-01-01
JG EXPENSE ON FOOD-WOMAN,S EXCHANGE
WOULD YOU?
By FANNIE HURST

You've worked yourself down to - to
what you are, dearie, trying to build
up for the move, because you knew he
was eating his heart out to get up to
the Avenue quick, after Machinsky made
his dirty getaway"
A bell rang, and with every ganglion
of her spinal column answering to it,
Mrs. Rifkin sprang up, gathering back
her loosened hair into some sort of
form.
That's them, Zctt, sack from polo.
For Gods sake, get up!
Miss Rifkin shambled to rise, feeling
of the bed end
"Whst'll We"
Swear to me, Zett. you won't tell
Henry. You won't tell a living soul
that breathes."
"Yanci. my own poor brother, /"
Swear! Knowing don't help, and
want you to swear on your knees"
"Yanci-''
Swear -
Darling. L
Say it after ME !"
''I-can't."
Il swear to God
IL swear toto God.
II should be struck dead"
Il should be struck dead"
If breathe what I know"
If-1-breath --what-I-know.
To soul that breathes.'
To--a--soul--tha
SO help me Cod"
So-help-me-God." "
Voices in the outer hall.
Yanci ~
Silence.
''Yanci - .-..
Her voice came out to them lifted
ana tull of a singing quality.
1es-Heine--comin ira la -
lnSthe Apthorp apartments, situated
on Riverside drive, where the soldiers
and sailors monument stands so
Whitley out against one of the city S
rare horizons, a twelfth story occu :
pant, gazing out from the brace of bow
WINDOWS IN the drawing room, can see
the Hudson river bend like stove arm
and palisades, ,grim with who knows
what Paleozoic past, banked up against
a Jersey sky. Of a Sunday evening at
dusk, with the pink mist of sun that
had set grandly, dissolving into shreds:
and the river suddenly the color of
cold steel. Jerome kessler sat in the
brace of bow windows III mis- drawing
room, but with his back to the in :
coming dusk and spread out spread :
legged in great leather. upholstered
chair, asleep. with his head we'll back
and his mouth open.
A bell rang and he rolled over, but
IN sleep. Then. at voices, sat up,
wriggling down his tight span of waist
coat, and tweaked on key so that
shower of light flowed down upon Il
room that represented some decora
tors use and abuse of carte blanche ;
an expensive red velvet and black
leather cross between a hotel lobby and
a grill room hung in red brocade and a
shadow box painting of still life; a
trlar and mug; a nude; white mar
BILE figure of a woman with a winding
torso and winding bit of scarf about
her a suit of mail mounted on a
stand In the midst of heroic high =
ceiinged proportions he was low,
paunchy. figure, with a roll of flesh
pretty well around toward the front of
his collar, but preened and with white
boutonniere in his coat lapel, and wet =
looking hair brushed diagonally across a
thinning area.
A maid with two yellow sugar curls
pasted to her cheeks, and every move
coquetry popped in at the door.
She's here again: wanner in?"
Eyes, you little underdone broiler.' ~
he said. making false swoop at her
/ ''and keep your little nervy ear away
from the keyhole, or Ill SINCE you.'
She side stepped. flashing her black
skirts in a swirl Of petticoat.
Some ba-ba out there" she said,
! breathing in her waistline so that her
back sweled outward. Some ba -ba
doll! Uh, uh. you! And went out
slamming the door.
Copyright, 1890. By Wheeler Syndicate
CONTINUED TOMORROW