The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-02-15

Louder.
Mr.. Foddie, only hearing the baby kind
of coughing"
wonder you wouldn't ask a poor
old widower to go along"
why. Mr.. Foddie, you yourself
home sick from the store yesterday
and little Robbie"
He struck himself resoundingly upop
the chest and smoOthed his hair so
smoothly pomaded across a thinning
spot and three shades darker than the
too brown mustache.
Never felt better in my life"
'Beasley says that's what you al
ways say after one of your heart
spells. and then right away start to
Overdoing."
Never felt better in my life. Me
for the store tomorrow, like I'd never
been down."
"Oh, Mr.. Foddie, forgetting right
away and taking all sorts of risks,
when the doctor told you that excite
ment-fs dangerous and"
Nothing is dangerous around this
here joint, Miss Annie except you."
"Cut thatw
"What'd 1 say that was wrongT
Nothing, but cut it; that's ALL"
II was only fooling, Annie
"What?"
Miss Annie, l was only fooling, Miss
Annie. like to see you get mad with
that red-haired temper of yours and
those great Zig beautiful"
Cut it, l said" She moved back
from him into the gloom of halls and
toward her open door.
well. of all the little spitfires! :"
The cry rose, thin as a quails. and
she turned back toward him.
He was croupy all night, Mr.. Fod-
die; could hear him. Did you fix up
the tent over his crib and burn creo-
sote under it like l showed you"
Just don't know, Miss Annie, what's
ailing the little fellow. Got the lamp
alrighty; but what does 1t mean, Miss
Annie, when his little body is hot all
over, not real feverish, but just hot,
dryliker
"1ll see." She was past him into
the three-windowed third-floor-front
and toward q small crib in its corner,
bending over and into 1t, her large
white hands gripping its sides.
IF he needs a doctor, Miss Annie. I
amt the one to spare expense"
"Sh-h-h-hw She raised her face TO
him with her finger laid across her
lips. Hes dropped of again. It's
nothing the matter with the little fel-
low, Mr.. Foddie, but just Group. Ny
my little one used to get just this
way, too, hot and dry-skinned, but
not real feverish. Just you burn creo-
sote tonight again and see how 1t
fxes him up"
He advanced toward her, sloughing
In his felt slippers the length Of the
floor. There was a spaciousness and
an air Of upholstered comfort about
that room once removing 1t from the
chilly category of the neatly fur
nished.' An upholstered sofa, bulgy
but spacious, was drawn out along
side a fireplace cut In q monstrous
marble mantelpiece and shaped like
~A AhS~ASG0 ~. "A P0tSAS AS%AOA 0h
holstered In carpet and q hassock,
relics Of Mr.. Foddie's connubial era,
sat BY and a folding bed, already
swung to concealment behind red rep
curtains. A lambrequin with ball
fringe hung from the mantelpiece. Be-
fore this mantel. its pier mirror Of
better days tilted to reflect the room,
Mr.. Foddie paused for view Of Annie
Kineady there beside the crib.
''H that kid of mine gets any fonder
Of you, Miss Annie, his pail get jeal-
GUS"
Hes the sweetest little thing. Mr..
Foddie, just the sweetest little thing.
and 50 smart for only three"
Image Of his pa"
''He-he Just don't look one bit like
you, Mr.. Foddie."
There you 60 again, running mo
down"
why, he-he's just the sweetest
little thing. Mr.. Foddie. Yesterday.
with you layin' down and needing
quiet, Beasley let me take him down
TO the store with me in the afternoon.
Wasn't trimmer on the floor wasn't
just crazy about him; even old Elm
stein went out and bought him sack
of candy