Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-05-11
Continued from last week.

That's right, tease me along"
If | wasn't afraid you'd break your
sides laffing, I'd say there just
couldn't be finer sight than you in
In white dress and no hat walking
up High street about closing time, the
way they do in our town on fine eve
nings. You in white dress and no
hat comm down to meet-meet-"
"Gee |"
"You won't believe It, little Birdie,
but way down underneath the city
think you got just little Miami In
your makeup, do"
IL amt SO stuck on the city; It's
lust stuck on me, like sticking plaster.
Sometimes FL hate It."
II don't want you to go back there to
stay, Birdie. I'm comm on my Sep
TENDER trip and bring you back home
with me, that's what am. l amt 60
Ing to let the city get its big sooty
hands on you again, that's what amt.
Little sister, you know what What
T."
Mr.. Proxies leaned toward Miss
Fink so that his shirt front bulged
outward with the swell of a pouter
pigeon. His heart blood buzzed In his
brain-danced behind his eyes and
confused his vision.
'Birdie, ="
"One-two-three- four-fve-six--
Observation-Disclosures Hur-
rah Hurrah !"
tits the bust up, dearie. / gotta
gotta go pass the lovin' cup, little
Birdie You just-just wait for me,
want to say-I-"
Notwithstanding cup! !"
"Comin'-comn'-wait here for me,
little sister. Comm, boys. comm"
Almost simultaneously Mr.. Gilly
turned the corner of the ell, so slim.
so svelte, that he was black sill
houette against black; disembodied
hands and face and shirt front float
ing In an aura of bay rum.
"Birdie--that you? Gee, where you
been hiding yourself? I've been on a
regular man hunt since came up from
the station. You amt sick, are you,
sitting out here alone with the high
priest stuff going on inside"
"Gillyl"
''That's mel
"Whatta you know about that?
you're whole day ahead Of yourself"
Chicago didn't have no strings on
my heart-kiddol
''F'reshie p
swell, kiddo--guess ~
She leaned forward, her hair like
ripe corn in starlight.
Gee, Gilly, you landed 1t !"
"Forty week and three shifts,
Morning Glory-aint bad for your
Uncle Fuller, is it? If I'd hit old
Kelly for fifty he'd come over with it,
too-forty a week and morning duty
---eh, kiddo?"
Its swell, Gilly-just grand!
He rubbed his palms together as if
they We're fabricated with the sweet
oil of success twirled thrice on his
heels and swung himself perilously
atop the veranda rail, his legs twined
through the palings and lettering back
and forward to maintain balance.
.'It's all in KNOWN how, kiddo-I
knew what was doing when | took
the jump to Chicago"
"You bet you did,"
'Any other fellow wouldn't have fol-
lowed it up the way l did, taking
chance on my job and hiking off to
Chicago like l wasn't on the hotel
payroll-that's me every time; let me
set my heart on a thing and it's mine!"
.Say, won't it be swell to have
friend working at the New McPhee-
tiers? Won't you hit the high places,
though /"
'Will la taxi for me the minute
L strike the asphalt, with my back to
the meter snd a green carnation in
my buttonhole!"
''Oh, you!
ell call you up the same night, too,
Cleopatry-a little supper-theater
and Broadway after eleven, with the
lights so white you'll need sunshade,
and every honk and squawk and clar-
ion in town working overtime. oh,
gee, kiddo, I'm going back home!'
Mr.. Gilly tossed his head until the
name of his hair fell over his eyes,
teetered backward for breath-taking
moment, and swung to his balance.
"Watch out, Gilly. You'll go overt"
'Let's go out on the lake-gee this
place gets on my noives-lets dodge
the jays-rI amt been so excited since
1 had the measles"
Down the steps together, lightly and
abreast, and out on the sloping
beach, with the white sand sparkling
TO the moon and the lake rocking
gently.
"say, l guess you amt some little
peacherino yourself tonight-pink rose
in your hair, and say--where'd you get
them little pink bows on your sleevesf
Dingl Dong lice water and towels
Cor sc"