Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-04-27

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Life amt much. after all. Miss
Fink. except water and air aud light,
and plenty of them. and the smell Of
pine and a nibble on your line and
sunrise ON wet tree-tops and God and
love in your heart; fireside or steam
with moonlight caught in her hair for
August and the heated SPELL
"You sound like the Salvation army
gone into musical comedy"
Lay still there, sister-a canoes
like nervous horse il you tickle it's
ribs. Anyway, when you lay there
like that. you look like calendar we
got hanging In the kitchen called
Comfort in a Kitchenofs Folding
Canoe"
"Say, Mr.. Proxies"
Eyes. sister"
Keep your face that way a min
ute, with the light on the side there
like that-say-say, didn't you ever
buy goods from Benson & Sons
Cloaks and Suits-East Broadway"
He dipped his first uneven stroke
and regarded her with his gray eyes
frankly wide.
Say, sister, you amt Anna Eva Fay
I've bought misses cloaks and ladies'
cloth skirts from Benson's since be-
fore they moved up from East
Eleventh street. Paw before me bought
from old man Benson long before my
time, when they started up with two
sewing machines and one-window
loft. The Red Trunk amt been with
out line of Benson's goods since
can remember"
II knew I'd seen you somewheres
your face was as familiar to me as
my board bill"
you amt"
"No, but 1 used to be-Benson's is
| the first firm ever worked fer-I
started in when was fourteen dom
misses models for him."
"Well, whatta you know! To think
of my ever havin' bought ulsters for
the Red Trunk off'n you--a little pink
and white flower like yeu sproutin' in
/ -.
Benson's."
You used to come in with the early
| September buyers. / remember seem
you more'n once in the little back
salesroom, with old man Benson Offer
lag you cigar every time you yanked
me to the daylight to see how green
the lot 81 black listers were"
And look at you now, living like
little lady-vacation and all"
II may be head lady at Rentley's
now, but take it from me- Mr.. Proxies,
it's q long and crooked lane from
| Benson's and six week to four times
sir and green velvet floors on the Ave-
nue."
"Rentley's Is one of them dead
lookin' places, amt it?-with no sign
out ana no show windows or nothin
except butler with leather calves and
white bloomers and ribbon rosette
on the side Of his high hat for door
display"
Something like a morgue, yes. /
says to Maisie the other day, / says:
From East Broadway to that part Of
Fifth avenue where they quit sellin'
dresses and begin to sell gowns only
amt so far If you cover IT in your
limousine, but when you get there by
way of three-year stopOff in Sixth
avenue cloak department and four
year side-track in q Thirty-fourth
street novelty shop, it's going some
Old-gold light lay on them and
sparkled in the tiny crinkles of cur
rent they created ;-she ghostly sail Of
q pleasure boat moved across the
horizon; woman's voice, thin and
full of plant, came from its direction
and died on the water as smoke dies
in air. The far-off hotel windows
blinked out one by one-the moon was
directly above them, higher, whittier,
smaller.
You and Gilly got the wrong idea,
Miss Fink; rushing thsough life like
you do in subway trains don't give
you much time to see the scenery, does
it?"
mo, or to hear singin' voices over
the water"
cottage In Miami, with awnings to
keep the sun out and back yard with
props under the trees to keep the fruit
from breaking the limbs, that would
make the swell velvet furniture n
your second-story front and running
water raise its nap for shame at taxi
ing your money. Say, amt that pretty?
l bet that's the little lady from Duluth
singing for the sailing party"
"Swell."
Listen"
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea;
Blow blow, breezes blow,
Wind Of the western sea.
"Come on, lets join in, Miss Fink"
II don't know that"
Gee, was raised on that lullaby"
II know swell lullaby song. It's
swell trot, too"
when they play that rag-tims lullaby
Lull-a-hy-y-y-