The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-02-10
BY
FANNIE
HURST
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From what, Miss Meyer"
"Sciatic pleurisy, Mr.. CAM. I'm
great sufferer from it."
81 wonder, Miss Meyer, If that
could be what I sometimes feel in my
left hip"
Certainly it is, Mr.. GAM. It's
condition of the sockets"
That's II then. Sciatic-what?"
"Pleurisy."
"Pleurisy. l can tell you, Miss
Meyer, In the three days you've been
here at the Springs, you've told me
more about myself than the doctors In
six diagnoses could. 1t was worth the
twenty-five hundred. Miss Meyer, just
toto have you come here. The min
ute I'm out In the night air like now,
right away in my left thigh l get such
a twinge that"
Gould 1t be his valves are hinder
ing his fight, Minna? Could it?'
~ don't know. Della. You're getting
me all worked up, too. Chills and
fever in my legs-limbs, all at once"
"Now. now. Miss Minna. Just don't
you let our little f1re-cracker, Miss
Della, get you all worked up"
Right this minute I'm in a terrible
chill, Mr.. CAM. please excuse how I'm
trembling. ! wonder, Della, Tiff
anything's wrong. Oh-oh!"
II tell you. Kessler," said Mr..
CAM, leaning across the dim SILVER
ing silhouette Of Miss Meyer, you
got a daughter that is born TO be
general In the army. Some girls are
born to run people and to run homes
and some to be generals in armies.
She's a general, l tell you. Just look
how she got the whole hotel of US
out here in the night air where we
don't belong"
How she engineered it all, though
Eli, GAM? Fifteen thousand dollars
she raised like 1t was fifteen cents.
Over night she makes a rich man out
of a poor boy. Like Tom Riley says
himself, Napoleon couldn't do so we'll
My little girl she's. good one, eh,
CAM? Better as her old papa"
"a general In the army, tell you,
Kessler."
With her full back turned to the
patter of conversation and oblivious
to 1t, Miss Kessler swayed suddenly
farther from the group.
Look, papa, there's new batch of
people coming in from the station.
| There's fourteen thousand here to-
night, If there's q soul, not counting
the Louisville Tech. school. Fourteen
thousand, if there's soul"
"Oh, my poor hands, how cold !!
Whenever my brother flies, it's just
like all my circulation had SLOWED
down. Needle prick In my arms ant
Needle pricks, did you say, Miss
Meyer? Right this minute my left
side feels like a tea kettle singing
1t amt the circulation worries me
Miss Minna, only the doctor says
"Well, let me tell you, Mr.. CAM
that poor circulation should worry
you. Any book on health hints viii
tell you that poor circulation Is first
cousin to paralysis"
Papa! Minna Mommy! Look
they're pulling out the machine. See =
The roped-off crowd swayed sud
denly forward, scattering CALCULATIONS
rs that it7 Is that him? Is that
he? Raugh Raugh! Out 1t out That
amt him. There he Is Raugh!"
Miss Kessler's hand reached out t.
close tightly over her parents.
''Oh, Pa, that's Arch. See The
tall thin fellow pulling down his cap
Eyes, that's brother. See, Mr.. GAM
That's him. Oh, my poor hands!"
"Poor little hands,"
They're strapping him in"
It's the fireworks I'm afraid OF
Suppose 1t should catch He's neve
used them in trial flights. Oh. m!
poor hands,
Into the flare of three arc-lights,
huge winged skeleton ran forward ol
wheels. pushed by three Iunging at
PENDANTS, head first. Then she stooD
with her beetle-like wings flung wild
he off,
| Ton. my brother. oh-h-h!
Now. now, Miss Ninna -
Il tell you, Mr.. CAM. I'D rattle
we had to live in tenement all on
lives than To- see him risk his life lik
that What's a NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
purse Tiff he don't win il and get
killed trying to do the double loo
four times: A. helpless girl like m
that's never been strong"
Now, now, Miss Minna :"
II never wanted him TO fly, Mrs
CAM. Let the other boys take til
risks, Arch | always said. but
Il guess you're little like me. Mis-
Minna AS l tell Miss Della, wher
my two feet belong is right on tn
ground where the Almighty put EN-.
That's ME every time, Mr. GAM
just so 1t amt damp
He leaned forward. talking beneat
the din of the crowd and through til
j wool muffler directly into the cor
/ cealed ear of Miss Meyer.
Funny how-how we like the sam
things, amt it, Miss Meyer"
"Y-yees-ain't 1t :"
!. Now, for instance, take me. L
always say, Miss Meyer. let the higf
f1iers do all the high flying they wan
but my idea of real living. Miss Mil