The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-02-02

as neat as q ssrdine from his can"
IT'S been a swell ride, Mr.. Proxies"
What about tomorrow night. Miss
Fink-paddlin' you Ia the best fun I've
had at this convention"
Tomorrow Amt that q shame nov:
Mr. Gilly's Off duty at four and he's
going to row me over to a little island.
But say can be back by ten If. II
amt too late for you"
Sure IL amt. I'd wait later than
that to paddle a sweet little girl like
you"
Good II"
There's going TO be a swell dance
a week from tomorrow night. Miss
Fink-installin' the new grand mas
ter and the closin' OF the convention.
amt much on dancin' and It's a long
way off, but I'd kinda like to know
you're going with me-"
Sure"
Great! This way. sister; we'll take
the long road through the pines"
Gee. amt 1t black In there and
quiet?"
She closed her hand over his rough
coat sleeve with the primitive gesture
of child.
you amt scared when you're with
me. are you. little sisterr"
"Scared-nothin'."
She linked her arm In his and her
laughter scuttled back over the water.
The magenta tight Of declining day
lay on the water and Redeemed it as
IL monsters were splitting gore In SUBJ
aquatic battle. A low, far-away sun
that had lost much of its heat and no
longer dazEled the eyes, slipped. as
II a most delicately contrived windlass
was letting IL down cog by cog into the
horizon. For second it rested on
the surface Of the water. then dipped.
broke the circle and dropped gradually
down into its tomorrow.
Miss Fink clicked down her pink
parasol and shifted her position on
the sand. Her feet were curled under
her like q shah's.
Say, wouldn't q model tunic gown
draped in hot-leoking pink chiffon, the
same color az that camel-shaped cloud
out there, be swell?"
Neat little sky, amt 1t? / know n
fellow made fortune out Of an idea
like that-Al Levy; he's the fellow put
out the Sunset Sextette Girls that was
such q scream In f0ur-a-day vaudeville
last year. l knew him when he was
sellin' tickets In front Of the Rialto in
the old scalper days"
"All aboard for Sunset Land-tra.
Ia Ia la-tFa. Ia L."
Sure, that's the act! know all
them little girls like they was my sis
tiers. l remember Daisy de We're when
she was carrying q tin spear In the
fourth row Of nth company of the
when her show came In of the road
that she could get q dollar room-and
off me-and pay me when her luck
turned. Them was the good old days
at the Rialto heuse-good old days"
A theme, Of retrospection, subsid-
larry, but insistsnt as eft-hand
theme marching beneath the trill Of
treble arpeggios. crept into Mr. Gilly's
voice; he burrowed an equally retro
spective foFefnger knuckle deep into
the sand, drew Ii out and peered into
the little well
Them was good cid days-I never
ought to have left Broadway for the
resorts nohow-gettin' back 10 like a
character man tryin' to convince a
manager he can play Juvenile. But
say. kiddo, IL you'll wear a muzzle
about IL. TN whisper something In your
ear"
Sure"
''It looks Hike I'm going TO land be-
hind the eounter OF the new McPlee-
tiers when II "Opens next month";"
"Oh the new thirty-story one on
Thirty-second street, f'as
"Right-ohl My friend Kell's man.
aging IL and he promised the counter
to me before the plans were even
dryI"
Say, but that's some job"
II aia't sure yet, but I'll know any
day now. l may run down TO Chicago
to see him when he comes West next
week-and IL I land IL. Birdie-birdie,
believe me, I'll invite you out to the
SWEETEST little supper between here
and Forty-seccnd street. How'd you
like TO see me behind a alabaster
gilt-edged counter. Ell, kiddo?"
mot 50 bad"
I'm just holding my breath wish
ing IL on nyself-forty n week and
three shifts! Say, it's so easy a politi.
clan would trade with me-"
IT know Just how you feel. I had
my ayes glued TO the Avenue and I'm
ported Gewns-Only'-three whole
years before I ever sold anything
above a twenty-nine-ffty ready-to