Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-03-23

the grocery store makes the Briggs
house in Newark look like the Ritz
'sHigginsville is rotten dump, Lo
You don't find it on any Of the yaude-
Vile circuits. but leave it to extraya-
ganza every time not TO overlook Ii
lump. But take tonight's stand.
though; there just amt prettier lit
tie town on the map than AdaIai, Lo.'
She squinted her little face into an
amazing grimace.
''Adalail"
"Yehl know young fellow. Ben
Ceilings, started there an errand boy
in box factory and now owns half
the town: two box factories of his own,
the opera house, half of Main street
and nearly every cottage on the hill.
Say, Id brush the Broadway lint of
my coat tomorrow to settle down in
pretty little tank like that.
Its great little town. To. I've
for two weeks right with Ben Ceilings
in his own swell house. He'd gimme
his shirt if / asked him, that's what
he thinks of me. Only met him on a
train once, too. He's seen some of my
wood carvings and he'd gimme job
the high class handwork any day in
the week | wanted That's the kind of
friends we are"
She pressed her finger tips to her
lips, then blew at them lightly as il
she would watt him rose petal
''Rave on, Al. Rave on -
He leaned to her with an entire
fiattening of tone You're the only
thing In the world that l can rave
about, Lo; you and your tantalizing
ways. Ever since / ran away from
an orphan asylum in Utica to join a
show, I've had Il picture of little girl
like you hung on my heart. | can't see
this or any other country. hon, without
you the biggest part of the scenery.
You're the only thing | ever had time
to rave about in my life, Lo'
She threw him a smile that was full
OF quirks.
"Me and the meadows, The
| meadows you're always. piping about.
Look at 'em out there! Listen to the
grass growing!"
A porter passed down the swaying
aisle lighting lamps. A gassy turbid
glare filled the coach, shutting out the
darkening landscape. and the windows
suddenly reflected the murky interior.
s'Y0u-you sweet little kid, you.
You sweet little, soft little kitten"
She collapsed in an attitude of mock
prostration against his shoulder, her
cheek, the quality OF thick, cream
colored velvet, crushed against the
grain of his coat.
How that boy loves me"
He withdrew her sharply.
Always kidding Amt you nothing
but doll; amt you got nothing bur
sawdust inside of you? Amt you got
no feelings, no nothing no hearth
"Feel it beating, way down in my
wrist"
Cant you learn that life amt just
one long ha, ha? Can't you learn that
when fellows been eating out his
heart and soul and yitals the whole
six months he's been playing in the
show with you, that it amt no laugh
ing matter? Can't you learn that,
girl ~
She retreated pouting to her corner,
her richly curved lips quivering.
You can't talk to me like that!
know what's eating YOU You're sore
about last night But you can't talk
to me like that !"
He leaned to her in immediate con-
triton.
10, | didn't mean it, only some
times with your cutting up like you
didn't care, you drive me crazy, that's
all. l amt said nothing to you about
last night, have /? Amt been keeping
ii inside OF me? Only sometimes you
drive me crazy; you drive me crazy!"
Lego my wrists
Il tell you when l see you cutting
up from the swing with him down
there In the wings and nearly forget
ting to hurl the bar to me, / get to
seeing things SO black that--that It's
I wonder ! don't miss the bar and
break my neck-break my neck
Lego my wrists"
Il tell you 1t makes a crazy man
out Of me TO see you cutting up with
him. / see black, | tell you get
dizzy with blackness."
Gee, the way you keep raving for
fear l won't swing that bar straight
Don't be afraid, little boy. been get
ting 1t to you somehow for a couple
of hundred performances, amt /? Don't
be scared, Al I'll take care Of you"
A slow red spread TO his ears and
down into his collar, but his voice
remained carefully below the rumble
of the train.
you wouldn't dare talk that way 20
me, Lo, if it was me instead of your
friend who was directing the show.
You know pretty well you gotta be
as careful each time you swing that
bar out to me as If you'd never done it
before. You don't want me to land
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