Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-03-30

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Mr.. Proxies Dipped His Paddle and
Steered Straight for the Yellow Path
Of the Moon.
water with its keel; then Mr.. Proxies
dipped his paddle and steered straight
for the yellow path Of the moon.
The dip-dipplng Of the paddle, the
rustic Of water against the delicate
sides Of the canoe-the string of vii
lage lights-the yellow windows of
the hotel notwithstanding.
Life amt much, after all. Miss
Fink, except water and air and 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
radiator o. winter and a pretty girl
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 If you tickle its
ribs. Anyway, when you lay there
like that, you look like a calendar we
got hanging In the kitchen called
Comfort in Kitchenoff Folding
Canoe"
"Say, Mr.. Proxies"
"Yes, sister"
keep your face that way q min
ute, with the light on the side there
like that-say-say, didn't you ever
buy goods from Benson & Sons
CIoaks 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
doing the Middle West incog, are your
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-wlndow
loft. The Red Trunk amt been with
out a 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"
mo, but used to be-Benson's Is
the first firm l ever worked for-I
started in when 1 was fourteen dom
misses models for him."
swell, whatta you knowl To think
Of my ever havin' bought listers for
the Red Trunk off'n you-a little pink
and white flower like you sproutin' in
Benson's."
"YOu used to come In with the early
September buyers. l remember SEEM
you more'n Ouce in the little back
salesroom, with old man Benson offer
Ing you cigar every time you yanked
me to the daylight to see how green
the lot q 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 1t from me, Mr.. Proxies,
it's long and crooked lane from
Benson's and six week to four times
six and green velvet floors on the Ave-
nue."
"Rentley's is one Of them dead
lookin' places, amt itl-with no sign
out and no show windows or nothin
except a butler with leather calves and
white boomers and a ribbon rosette
on the side of his high hat for door
display"
Something like a morgue, yes.
says to Maisie the other day, i says
From East Broadway to that part OF
Fifth avenue where they quit sellin
dresses and begin to sell gowns only
amt so far IL you cover 1t In your
limousine, but when you get there by
way of three-year stopoff In a Sixth
avenue cloak department and a four
year side-track In a Thirty-fourtl
street novelty shop, it's going some.
Old-gold light lay on them ant
sparkled In the tiny crinkles Of cur
rent they created; the ghostly sail o
a pleasure boat moved across the
horizon; woman's voice, thin anC
full of plant, came from Its direction
and died on the water as smoke die
In air. The far-off hotel windows
blinked out one by one-the moon wal
directly above them, higher, whittier
smaller.
"You and Gilly got the wrong idea
Miss Fink; rushing through life llk,
you do in subway trains don't glv'
you much time to see the scenery, doe
itT
mo, or to hear singin' voices owe
the water"
Il can show you q story-and-a-hal
cottage in Miami, with awnings t
keep the sun out and back yard will
props under the trees to keep the fruit
from breaking the limbs, that would
make the swell velvet furniture IL
your second-story front and running
water raise its nap for shame at tax
ing your money. Say, amt that pretty
l bet that's the little lady from Dulutl
singing for the sailing party"
swell"
/ 'Listenw
| Sweet and low, sweet and low,
| Wind Of the western sea;
| Blow. blow. breeaes blow.
| Wind Of the western sea-
"Come on, let's join In. Miss Fink
/ 81 don't know chat"