Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1922-12-30
TOMORROW AT NINE
By GAIL F. WHITEHoUsE


g. 1922. BY Mcclure Newspaper syndieate}
Peter McGilvery closed the front
door and limped upstairs to his room.
From the living room below the voice
Of Peter, Sr. ascended to the ears II
Peter, Jr., with unpleasant distinct
ness.
Jaw, ma, stop worrying about that
kidw Peter, Sr., always addressed
Mrs. McGilvery as MA" although Pc
ter, Jr., deplored the habit as exceed.
ingIy provinclal) Don't you spose
l know what's best for him?"
Peter, Jr., didn't stop to listen He
was gloomily resigned. Tomorrow at
8 he would enter upon an ignominious
career in the Office of McGilvery &
Johns, manufacturers of Corrina hair
nets.
With gloomy precision Peter closed
his bedroom door and locked it. He
limped across the room, seated himself
with dignity on the bed, and removed
from his abused feet a pair of resplen.
dent oxfords. Still limping a trifie, he
crossed to the dresser, halted before
its mirror and studied with utmost
solemnity the visage reflected therein.
Presently he lifted his right eyebrow
very slightly, imparting to his nine
teen-year-old countenance an express
sion of extreme sophistication.
For fully half a minute Peter re-
tanned this expression, then, extracting
from an upper drawer a well-worn|
copy of FINLAND, he opened that
worthy magazine to page six, wherein
was depicted Montgomery Trellis.
famous interpreter of bored young mil.
lionaire roles.
With the aid of clothes brush Peter,
propped the open magazine against the
mirror, and, with a gesture of utterI
boredom, raised an imaginary cigaretteI
to his lips and blew imaginary rings
of smoke ceilingward.
For an instant, as he thus regarded
himself, the gloom on Peters faeeI
lifted And then he remembered.
"Wastedw he informed the youth in
the mirror. WASTED !"
He glanced at his wrist watch It
was quarter after seven. Hastily he
grabbed up the new oxfords and forced
his protesting feet into them. Twenty
minutes later he was occupying a 20
cent seat in the Bloomtown Picture
palace
The title Of the feature picture, ont
of the Darkness" a super-Super pic
ture with Montgomery Trellis, was be-
ing flashed on the screen. With great
concentration Peter pretended that he
was the great Montgomery, reviewing
his latest release.
On the screen, Montgomery Trellis
was smoking numerous cigarettes and
spending his millionaire fathers dol.
lars on late parties for chorus girls At
the end of the second reel he has
reached the conclusion that women
bore him dreadfully and refuses to
buy them any more diamond necklaces.
And then he discovers his fathers
stenographer!
Right here Peter became tremulous-
" aware that the little Somebody at
his left was looking at him. ION the
screen Montgomery Trellis was looking
masterfully down upon the lovely
stenOgrapher) Drawing q long breath,
Peter turned and looked straight down
into the upturned face of the owner
Of the little feet in the low-heeied
pumps.
At that moment there was no past,
no future, ia a wonderful present,
with a dim little face turned up to his.
A small, scared voice sounded in
Peters left ear Il th-think it's SPLEEN
did, don't you?"
Manfully Peter mustered his powers
of speech. 'Tll say he is" His voice
sounded embarrassingly squeaky.
Hes my favorite,' confded the
voice, courageously
mime too" said Peter.
81 think he Hooks like you"
Again there was silence, rather
thrilling silence, with organ accompani.
ment. "Out Of the Darkness was
dEawing to its "lived-happy-ever after
ending. "Out Of the darkness into the
light" said Montgomery Trellis.
simultaneously Peter and the little
Somebody looked at each other with
awed eyes
Look" said Peter, cant we-cant
you let me call, or something. Hon
est, 1 never felt this way before"
Neither did l." admitted the small
voice close to his left ear.
Scan l see you tomorrow after
noon?" You see. Peter had quite for.
gotten what was going to happen to-
morrow.
Cant" whispered the voice.
"Work."
Jimmy! Honest? Peter was
stunned! She was s. little and ador.
able. Where do you work, d-dears
The dear" was inaudible
Downtown" She fixed her atten-
ton demurely upon her shiny pumps
''McGilvery and Johns. I'm Mr. Nc
Gllvery's stenographer.
Peter grinned down at her rapturous
". BET you don't know who l am.
he rloated