The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-01-13

ii1na Iegs Mae aIunroe yawneG az
tending her arms ar full length before
her; regarded her fair. ringed fingers
md the four dfmpies across the back
IF each hand: reached for cigarette
md with the wry fare of nausea tossed
if back into ITS box swung TO a sitting
posture on tfe side N -*ife sofa, the
dog springing ~fscr6 the cnrFe Of her
arm 70 tile floor. shaking himself
Her blows+ hair. burned al the ends.
but the color Of corn-siIk. came I'M
lossed of its morning plait and she
braided IL over one shoulder. her blue
eyes fixed on space. Tears would
come
Then she rose and crossed TO the
golden oak piano between the win
dows- her negligee open its full length
and revealing her night dress. crossed
with a slight limp aud the dog yapping
AT the soiled and lacy train: fell TO
manipulating the self-play wing attach
ment peddling out metallic ava
lanche of popular music.
At its conclusion she swung around
On the bench, her back dropping as if
under pressure of Incidence: yawned !;
crossed TO the window and between the
parted lace curtains stood regarding
the street two stories beneath. and
beyond the patches of intervening
roofs. limited view of the Hudson
river barge of coal passing leisurely
up center stream a tug sucking at it's
side
From the hallway and in the act of
hopping a margin Of floor. a maid-of
all-work swung back from all-fours
and sat upright on her heels, inserting
a head Of curl-papers through the open
doorway.
play that over again. Miss Mae
That Mustard Glide sure does tickle
my soles."
Miss Munroe turned to the room
pat against her brow. "Godi" said
she, my headI'
Jaw, Miss Mae, can't you get your
self In a humor? What's the matter
with you and me going to a movie
this afternoon, ehT'
Movie! The way every d-n thing
gets on my nerves, I'd be a hit at
movie. wouldn't I? I'd be a hit any
where!"
Il tell you, Miss Mae, all this worry
amt going to get you nowhere. He'll
come around again all right If you only
give him time. And If he don't, you
should worry! l tell you there amt
one of 'em breathes is worth more
than his handbook"
God My headl"
The figure on all-fours rose to full
height. drying each forearm on her
apron.
Lay down, dearie, and Just don't
you worry. I've seen 'em get spells or
get holy and stay away for two months
on a stretch, and the checks not COM
ing in regular as clockwork like yours,
neither. You amt got no kick coming,
Miss Mae"
A layer Of tears rose Immediately to
Miss Munroe's eyes, dimming them.
She wiped them away with one Of her
sleeve friils.
Max amt like that and you know
ia- 1ou We SSeH IOr yourself now ne
amt missed his every-other night In
three years. You see for yourself. All
last month so irregular and now only
once last week, and-and not at all
this week. Good heavens I Just won
der, Just wonder"
snow, just whatta you bet he'll be
up to supper tonight, Miss Mae? II /
was you, dearie, wouldn't be scared,
I'd just go right to the telephone
and"
He gets so,sore, Loo. You remem-
Der that time I telephoned him about
that case OF wine he sent up and IL
came busted, and his mother-his old
woman-was In the Office. He raises
HI IL try to telephone him during
business"
Just the same, l got q bunch he'll
be up to supper tonight, and whensT
get bunch things happen. Lay down
on the sofa, dearie, and rest up your
red eyes. Take my tip he'll be up to
supper tonight. I'm going to order him
a double sirloin and a can Of them i'm
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