Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-01-26

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was Sl - lSetllIti lIflt W dSli L a llNt-
Tier two sisters? Now, didn't you, Dee
Dee"
I'm a respectable way, yes But
there wasn't the oily-mouthed, bald
headed divorced man alive, with little
rat eyes and ugly lips, who could have
took me or your mama out auto-rid
ing before or after dark"
"Aw!"
yes, 'aw'! You keep running
around with the kind Of men that don't
look at Il girl unless she's served ur
with rum-slIce and see where it lands
you. Just keep running if you want
10. but my money don't buy you no
rod ribbons to help to drive you to the
dewitt"
'"Fhe way you keep fussing at me
when don't even go to dances like the
other girls l-sometimeS ! just wish
| was dead. It's the limit Even May
Aeltzer gimme the laugh today
You'd never hear me say watch the
clock If you keep company with boy
like MIX Mcltzer A straight, clean boy
win honest intentions by II girl look
in right ont Of his face You let :;
hey Ike Max MctZcr begin to kccI
steady with you and see what sa!
iou don't see no yellow streak in hi.
face; he's as white as the goods ht
sells
i know, | know. You think nov
tn'S tr,tjttsp a ltn
for the white goods in September he'l
the whole show. Gee! Nowadays tia
amt so muchy much for fellow T.,
be"
NO, think that the kind Of fellow
fin' fresh Mamie Grant gets you &C
qhainted with are muchy much. I'm
strong for the old rat-eyed sports like
Jerry Beck, that amt got honest
thought in his head. bel he gives YOU
The creeps. too, only you're the kind of
q girl, God help You. that's so craZy
Tor luxury you couId forget the devil
had horns II he hid 'em under II auto
mobile cap"
sure ! am. ! amt seen nothing hut
shaving and drudging and pinching MI
my life. while other girls are strutIing
the Avenue in their furs. and sleeping
mornings as long rs they want under
elder-dOwn quilts. Sure when n man
like Jerry Beck comes along with "A
carrage-check instead of IA subway
ticket can thnW up to him like IL
waterloo, and amt ashamed of II,
neither"
Miss Worte withdrew her arm
sharply and plunged ahead. her lips
wry and on the verge Of trembling.
when a girl gets twenty, like YOU.
II Amt none of my putin no more.
Only ] hope To God your mother up
there is witness that If ever Il woman
shaved to keep II girl straight and done
her duty by her il was me. That man
amt got no good intentions by"
"Oh, amt you-aint you mean
thinking thing, amt you? What kind
of girl do you think l am? If he
didn't have the right intentions by me
do you think"
'Oh, l guess he'll marry you II he
can't get you no other way. A d.
vOrced old guy like him, with a couple
of kids and his mean little eyes knows
he's got to pay up if he wants Il young
girl like you. Oh, I-Ouch-oh--oh !"
Dee Dee, take my arm. That was
only an ash-can You bumped into. Go
on, take my arm, Dee Dee. Here we
are home. Lemme lead you upstairs"
They turned in and up and through
foggy length of long hallway. At
the last and third landing an empty
coal-scuttle stood just outside door
as II nosing for entrance.
watch out, Dee Dee. the scuttle.
Lemme 90 in first. Geel it's cold in
doors and warm out, amt 1t? Wait
till light up Therer"
"Lemme alone. can see"
You. with your feet on your library
fender, stupetied with cohtenment and
your soleS scorching, your heart is not
black II is only fat. How can II know
the lean formality of the furnished
room? Chambermaids know il when
they knock thrice and only the faint
and nauseous fumes of escaping gas
answer them through the plugged key
hole. Coroners know it.
Sadie Barnet and Edith Worte knew
IL. too, and put out hand here and
there to allay it. A comforting spread
OF gay chintz covered the sag in their
white Iron bed; photograph or two
stuck upright between the dresser mir
ror and Its frame, and tackled full flare
against the wall was a Japanese fan,
autographed many times over with the
gay personnel of the Titanic stores an
nual picnic.
Miss Worte dropped her dark cape
from her shoulders. hung It with her
hat on a door peg and sat heavily on
the edge of the bed
God my feet"
Soak EN-"
Miss Barnet peeled of her shirt.
waist. Her bosom, strong and fiat as a
boys. rose white from her cheaply
dainty underbodice at her shoulders
the flesh began to deepen, and her
arms were round and full of curves.
Here, Dee Dee, I'm so nervous
when ! hurry. You sew in this ruche
you got time before the supper-bell.
See. right along the edge like that"
Miss Worte aimed for the eye of the
needle, moistening the end OF the
thread with her tongue aud her flut-
tering fingers close to her eyes.
"God IL just amt got the eyes no
more. ] can't see, Sadie; can't find
the needle"