The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-02-04
HOME GROWN
(BY FANNIE HURST)
Continued from Fridayl

bir0le-tnat you! Gee, where you
been hiding yourself? I've been on
regular man hunt since l came up from
the station. You amt sick, are you,
sitting out here alone with the high
priest stuff going on inside"
"Gilly"
That's mel"
"Whatta you know about that?
you're whole day ahead Of yourself"
Chicago didn't have no strings on
my heart-kiddo"
"Freshiew
"Well, kiddo-guess
She leaned forward, her hair like
ripe corn In starlight.
Gee, Gilly, you landed it,"
Forty a week and three shifts,
Morning Glory-ain't bad for your
Uncle Fuller, is it? If I'd hit old
Kelly for fifty he'd come over with 1t,
too-forty a week and morning duty
-eh, kiddOT
Its swell Gilly-just grand!"
He rubbed his palms together as If
they were fabricated with the sweet
on Of success, twirled thrice on his
heels and swung himself perilously
through the palings and lettering back
and forward to maintain a balance.
Its all In KNOWN how, kiddo-I
knew what 1 was doing when l took
the jump to Chicago"
"You bet you did"
"Any other fellow wouldn't have fol-
lowed 1t up the way did, taking
chance on my job and hiking off to
Chicago like / wasn't on the hotel
payroll-that's me every time; let me
set my heart on a thing and it's mine"
"Say, won't 1t be swell to have a
friend working at the New McPhee-
tiers? Won't you hit the high places,
thought"
"WiIl Ia taxi for me the minute
/ strike the asphalt, with my back to
the meter and a green carnation In
my buttOnhole!"
"Oh, you"
an call you up the same night, too,
Cleopatry-a little supper-theater
and Broadway after eleven, with the
lights so white you'll need sunshade,
and every hOnk and squawk and clar-
ion in town working overtime. Oh,
gee, kluuO, III SOlIiS DdSh hOihC'
Mr.. Gilly tossed his head until the
name of his hair fell over his eyes,
teetered backward for breath-taking
moment, and swung to his balance.
Watch out, Gilly. You'll go overt"
Lets go out on the lake-gee, this
place gets on my nOives-let's dodge
the jays-I amt been so excited since
had the measles"
Down the steps together, lightly and
abreast, and out on the sloping
beach, with the white sand sparkling
to the moon and the lake rocking
gently.
"Say, / guess you amt some little
peacherino yourself tonight-pink rose
In your hair, and say-where'd you get
them little pink bows on your sleeves?
Ding! Dong lice water and towels
for ST.
Quit, Freshie! Look, you united
tW
'Lemme tie 1t"
"Gowann."
Quit
did you miss me, Morning Glory
huhf-did you"
"Oh, | don't know-la-lai"
"Hear her sassin' me like my name
wasn't McPheeters"
u"
"Listen-listen, will You, to what
they're playin' up there at the Sunday
school dance. Say, are my ears kid
ding meT
"Oh-h-h, it's the Teasing Tango!
dared little Reddy to play 1t tonight.
He's playing 1t for me: can you beat
itY
Come on, kiddow
They sprang into each others arms
like fire horses into traces Sand
flew from under their feet. Their
bodies were lax and matched to a syn
copated rhythm that carried them
down the moOnlit beach, and their
sand-sprayed feet rapid and yet more
rapid.
"Kiddo," he said, holding her close
and looking down into her eyes.
Gee, home was never like this.
Gilly. You sure are some little
dancer"
He held her suddenly closer, so that
Lne DTSdLH jumped out VI ncE IHIOht
In little gasp and the pink bud fiut-
tered out Of her hair.
ION forty-a-week. Birdie, you and
me-we could just go plumb dancing
through life like this"
YES" she said, scant Of breath.
"Are you game, Morning GloryT'
His lips were close to the warm
hemn of her hair
"Yes," she said. as In dream, sway
ing down the silver sand with her
upturned face bathed In the same sill
yer.
"Birdie, birdie"
"Yes-Gilly-yes."
"Whoop, kiddo! Say, that dip there
was a beauty-that's the SingaleSe
amt 1t: There now. Glory. dip again =
He looked down at her-the grillinl
glance of Apollo burning through the
diffident lids of a captured Daphne
She relaxed over his supporting arm
like a lily that sways In a breeze II
loves and to the rhythm of her OWL
breathy humming:
AAA aAvnE Nnaz st.