Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1922-01-12

she won't CIT San Inch after the bell.
/ lin't that luck for you? Amt that
/ luck -
4 Her lips drew 10 a pout.
''Lemme etit for you. Miss Sadie.
4 | know a girl up in the ribbons"
4 mo, no, Mr. Meltzer III cot to
/ charge 1t to Dee Dee and, anyways, She
\ gets mad like anything if / keep her
\ waiting gotta so. Night. Mr..
1 Meltzer 'Night,''
She was off through the maze of the
emptying store, in the very act of pin
( ming on her little hat with its iaunty
1 imitation fur pompon, and he hreathed
in as she passed, as If of the perfume
4 OF her personality
AT the ribbon counter on the main
/ floor the last of streamlet of out
4 going women detached herself from
4 the file as Miss Barnet assembled the
I staircase
Hurry up, Sadie"
Dee Dee. How'd you girls up here
I get on your buds so soon? / thought
/ maybe If I'd hurry upstairs you--you'd
find time to cut me two-yard piece
/ OF three-inch red satin for my hat, Dee
/ Dee-tomorrow being Sunday. Two
1 yards, Dee Dee, and that'li make two
4 sixty-nine / owe you. Aw, Dee Dee, 1t
! won't take minute. tomorrow Sunday
and all Aw, Dee Deer
4 Miss Barnet slid ingratiating fingers
into the curve of tae older woman's
4 arm; her voice was smooth as salve.
Jaw, Dee Dee, whJ ever heard of
4 wearing fur on hat in April? l gotta
stick red bow on my last summers
/ sailor, Dee Dee
Miss Edith Worte stiffened so that
4 the muscles sprang out In the crook Of
/ her arm and the cords i'm her long,
/ yellowing neck. Years had dried on
( her face, leaving ravages, and through
her hgh-power spectacles her pale
! eyes might have been staring through
4 film and Straining to see.
\ Please, Dee Dee"
Miss Barnet held backward, little
singsong note of appeal running
! through her voice.
4 Miss Worte ierked forward toward
i the open door. April dusk, the color
4 of cold dish-water, showed through 1t.
Dusk in the city comes sadly, crowd
/ ing into narrow streets and riddled
with an immediate quck-shot of cleo
4 tric bulbs.
"Ain't you got no sense a-tall? Amt
you got no sense in that curly head OF
4 yf,,Iry, hut r,,ipatian pnttnnSov
Jaw, Dee Dee.'
They We're in the flood tide which
bursts through the dam at six o'clock
! like human torrent flooding the
streets, then spreading, thinning, and
finally seeping into homes, hall bed
rooms and Harlem flats.
Miss Edith Worte turned her sparse
| face toward the downtown tide and
against the light wind that tasted of
rain, and tapped her skirts around her
thin legs.
Watch out, Dee Dee. Step down;
there's a curb"
/ Il don't need you. It's lots you care
IL go blind on the spot
"Dee Dee!"
God! Ii l didn't have nothing TO
worry me but red ribbons. told the
doctor today, while he was putting the
drops in my eyes, that II he'd let me go
I blind Il"
Il forgot, Dee Dee. today was your
4 eye-doctor day. He's always scarin'
you up. Just don't pay no attention.
! | forgot 1t was your day"
Sure you forgot. But you won't for
4 get if / wake up alone in the dark
some day"
Dee Dee!'
You won't forget then. You won't
/ forget to nag me even then for duds
to go autOmobiing with fly men that
can't bring you no good"
Dee Dee, / amt been but one night
this week. / been saving up all my
4 nights for-for tonight"
Tonight. Say, If / can't keep you
4 from going to the devil on skates if"
Its only the second time this week,
/ Dee Dee, and II promised. He'll have
/ the limousine top off tonight--and
/ feel, it's just like summer. A girls
gotta have a little something once in
Ma while"
what do ! gotta have? What do
gotta have but slave and work."