The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-01-09
CHAPTER III.

ana QlQn you say Wnen you anu ner
was girls together there wasn't a live
lier two sisters? Now, didn't you, Dee
Deer
In q respectable way, yes. But
there wasn't the oily-mouthed. bald
headed divorced man alive, with little
rat eyes and ugly lips, who could have
took me or your mama out auts-rid-
ing before or after dark"
"Aw"
Yes, 'aw'! You keep running
around with the kind of men that don't
look at a girl unless she's served up
with rum-sauce and see where it lands
you. Just keep running if you want
to, but my money don't buy you no
red ribbons to help to drive you to the
devil"
THE way you keep fussing at me-
when l don't even go to dances like the
other girls! I-sOmetimes just wish
l was dead. It's the limit. Even Max
Meltzer gimme the laugh today"
You'd never hear me say watch the
clock If you keep company with boy
like Max Meltzer. A straight, clean boy
with honest intentions by girl look
in right out of his face. You let
boy like Max Meltzer begin to keep
steady with you and see what l say.
You don't see no yellow streak in his
face; he's as white as the goods he
Sells"
81 know. l know You think now
because he's going to be made buyer
for the white goods in September he's
the whole show. Gee! Nowadays that
amt so muchy much for a fellow to
be-"
mo, think that the kind of fellows
that fresh Mamie Grant gets you ac-
quainted with are muchy much. I'm
strong for the old rat-eyed sports like
Jerry Beck, that amt got honest
thought in his head. l bet he gives you
the creeps, too, only you're the kind of
a girl, God help you, that's so crazy
for luxury you could forget the devil
had horns If he hid 'em under a auto
mobile cap"
Sure I am. l amt seen nothing but
shaving and drudging and pfnching all
my life, while other girls are strutting
the Avenue in their furs, and sleeping
mornings as long as they want under
eider-dOwn quilts. Sure, when a man
like Jerry Beck comes along with a
carriage-check instead of subway
ticket l can thaw up to him like a
waterloo, and l amt ashamed of it,
neither"
Miss Worte withdrew her arm
sharply and plunged ahead, her lips
wry and on the verge of trembling.
when a girl gets twenty, like you.
1t amt none of my putin no more.
Only l hope to God your mother up
there is witness that if ever a woman
shaved to keep girl straight and done
her duty by her it was me. That man
amt got no good intentions by"
"Oh, amt you-ain't you a mean
thinking thing, amt you? What kind
of a girl do you think l am? If he
didn't have the right intentions by me
do you think"
"Oh, guess he'll marry you If he
can't get you no other way. di-
vorced old guy like him, with couple
Of kids and his mean little eyes knows
he's got to pay up if he wants young
girl like you. Oh, I-Ouch-oh-oh :!
Dee Dee, take my arm. That was
only an ash-can you bumped into. Go
on, take my arm, Dee Dee. Here we
| are home. Lemme lead you upstairs
They turned in and up and through
a foggy length of long hallway. Al
the last and third landing an empty
| coal-scuttle stood just outside door
as II nosing for entrance.
watch out, Dee Dee, the scuttle,
Lemme go in first. Gee! it's cold in
| doors and warm out, amt it? Wait
till 1 light up. There"
"Lemme alone. [ can see."
You, with your feet on your library
fender, stupefied with contentment and
your soles scorching, your heart is not
| black it is only fat. How can 1t know
| the lean Formally of the furnished
! room? Chambermaids know it when
they knock thrice and only the faint
and nauseous fumes Of escaping gas
answer them through the plugged key
| hole Coroners know it.
Sadie Barnet and Edith Worte knew
1t, too, and put out a hand here and
there to allay it. A comforting spread
of gay chintZ covered the sag in their
white iron bed; photograph or two
| stuck upright between the dresser mir
| rOr and its frame, and tackled full fiart
| against the wall was a japanese fan
autographed many times over with th'
| gay personnel of the Titanic stores an
nual picnic.
Miss Worte dropped her dark cap'
from her shoulders. hung it with bel
hat on a door peg and sat heavily OF
the edge of the bed.
God! my feet"
Soak EN-"
Miss Barnet peeled off her shirt
waist Her bosom, strong and fat as 1
boys, rose white from her cheapl.
dainty under-bodice; at her shoulder
! tho flesh hegan 70 deepen, and he