The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-01-16

More; Amt III"
down the narrow hall, back with
dishes that exuded aromatic steam
placing them with deft, sure fingers.
Once she paused in her haste, edged
up TO where he stood with one arm
resting on the manteIpiece. placed an
arm on each Of his shoulders and let
her hands bangle loose-wristed down
his back.
Tired boy. tonight! Huh? Maizie's
poor tired boy!'
"Now. nown'
He removed her hands, but gently,
and strolled over to where the table
lay spread beside the cold. gilded radi-
atOr. a potted geranium in it's center.
a liberal display of snowy imitation
pearl handled cutlery carefully laid
out, and at each place a long-strmmed
wineglass, gold-edged and the color Of
amber.
Come" he said. "Iets eat and get
it over"
She made no sign. but with the cor
ners of her lips prOpped bravely up
hurried fOray into the kitchen, return
ing with covered vegetable dish held
outright from her.
"Guess!'' she cried.
Cant" he said and seated himself
"Gowan, guess like you used to
dearie."
He fell Immediately to sampIing
with short. quick stabs of his fork, the
dish of carmine-red picked beets be-
side his plate.
Jaw. gOwan, Max, give a guess
What did you used to pay for with six
big kisses every time I candied them
for you? Guess, Max"
"Sit down." he said. and with his
foot showed a small stool before his
chair.
''Lordy!" she said, drawing up en-
tete-a-tete, unpinning and spreading
her lady train in glory about her, but
you're some little sunbeam to have
around In the house."
what these beets need is a little
sugar"
She passed him the bowl; elevated
her left foot in its slightly sOiled
white slipper to the footstool; poured
some Opaque wine into his glass, com
ing back to flood her own to the brim;
smiled at him across the red head Of
the ported geranium, as if when the
heart bleeds the heart grows light.
Here's to you. Maxi
He raised his glass and drank in
through his rather heavy mustache.
then fiecked it this way and that with
his napkin. "Ahh-h-h-h, that's the
stuff
"S'more?"
"Yah-h-h-h-h-h!"
II broiled it under the single burner,
Max, slow like you like. Here. you
carve it, dearie. Just like always. eh?'
His f1eshy, bIue-shaved face took on
the tenseness of concentrated effort
and he cut deep into the Oozing beef
the red juice running out in quick
streams.
The small dog shook himself and
rose from sleep and the depths of
pillow, nosing at her bare elbow.
WAS muvver's ittsie Snookie Ookie
such a hungry bow-wow?"
He yapped shortly, paving her
ASK big bessie sitting over there
carving his din-din if him got choco-
late tandy in him pocket like always
for SnoOkie Ookie No. no. bad red
meat no good for ittsie bittsie bow
WOW. Go ask big bessie what him got
this time in him pocket for Sn0okie
Aw, look at him. Max; he remembers
how you used to bring him"
Get down. Get down. I said. For
Gods sake get that little red-eyed
NANCY cur out Of here while we're eat
ing, can't you? Good CAD, Can't q
man eat neal in this joint without
having that dirty cur whining around?
Get him down off your dress there.
Mae. Get out, you little cur, Get
/ OUT"
Max! What's got Won. Max? Didn't
you buy him for me yourself that dav
at the races five whole years ago.
Wasn't the first things you asked for,
when you woke in the hospital with
your burns, me and-and SnoOkie?
What's soured you. Max? What?
What?"
I'm soured on seeing a strapping,
healthy woman sniveling over little
sick-eyed cur. Amt that enough TO
sour any man? Why don't you get up
and out and exercise yourself like the
right kind of wimmin do? Play tennis
or get something in you besides the
rotten air of Ibis fat. and meEling