Evening star., 1922-11-26

| meyer forget you. Jimmy. boy" she
added: 4 - - -'r
! Somehow he managed to say good
| bye. He walked over to 5th avenue.
but 5th avenue was but a collection
| of buildings along a paved street.
, Something had happened to Jimmy;
he didn't know what. He only wished
that 1t was midnight.
! Well, and that was that. Jimmy
/ laughed harshly as he swung his rat :
Ting fiivver alongside the loading
platform of the Cuylerville creamery.
| Well, and this was this.
Eight cans this trip" he called out
| as mans head appeared in a door
way "And III be back for another
load this afternoon"
Ten minutes later Jimmy and his
, fiivrer were roaring and bouncing
down the road toward Carpenterville
again. Casually he looked at his
wrist watch. 1t was just quarter
past seven-in the morning. But
Jimmy grinned. The sun was warm
and the leaves were green and the
birds were singing by the roadside.
And the earlier YOU got started the
more milk you sold. and the more
milk you sold-Jimmy's right hand
struggled into the pocket OF his blue
overalls. and there sounded pleas
ant jineling of small change. After
all. life could be worse.
* X
TIE was doing a real business. He
i i had made a new contract with the
creamery to take its entire buttermilk
output. and as a side line he sold
print butter and honey.
At half past seven of a week day
evening Jimmy would pilot his little
bus into the back yard of his mothers
house and kill the engine. Then,
with the shadows long across the
COOL sweet grass Of the lawns. Jimmy
would unburden his overalls pockets
Of his days earnings.
His mother would help him then.
and generally Mary Denison. and they
would count. smoothing the bills out
in neat. thick piles, stacking half
dollars and quarters and nickels and
dimes. And Mrs. Blair would beam
all over as they Tailed the score, and
little Mary Denison would literally
jump up and down with happiness
and excitement. For Jimmy was max
ing money.
His profits. with his butter and all,
were running over $50 day OF
course. the car. with its upkeep. was
coming out of that, but Jimmy was
very we'll satisfied In fact, he had
already arranged with his friend, the
president of the bank TO finance a
second car and a helper on, commits
sion. for Blair's buttermilk was be-
coming known. and Cohoes and Troy
lay to the south.
But so did New York
Jimmy Blair felt strangely guilty
about New York. He felt. in fact. az
If he were being disloyal For New
York-and what Jimmy really meant
was somebody in New York-was not
so constantly In his mind as he
thought it ought to be.
Last Sunday he had written a long
letter to Virginia Van Westyn. writ
ten her for the first time in almost
a month. and the writing of it had
Iyade him feel better. She was the
most wonderful girl in the world he
told himself hotly. and some day
why. right now he was on the track.
Then. out of a clear sky. Virginia's
telegram came. and Jimmy found him
self shaking as he read it. She was
motoring through tomorrow. she in
formed him, on her way to her
fathers camp in the Adirondacks. and
she would stop for him at 2 o'clock
and pick him up and take him along
for the week end. Where should she
meet him?
Week end" Jimmy laughed. Fat
chance I've got. with the Friday and
Saturday deliveries. Still..I can see
her. anyway"
He hurried to the telegraph office
and wired his reply. He would be
at the Cuylerville creamery from l
O'Clock on. Jimmy smiled covertly
at his choice of the Cuylerville