Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press., 1922-02-09

mention? Nav. it wasn't Me- Me!
| was good enough then. l was good
enough to smuggie you out of town
overni hit when you was lodging the
law and to sleep in my clothes for two
weeks ready to give the signal"
That's right, dig up! Dig up! You
might forget something"
Il been good enough to give YOU free
all these years what you wasn't man
enough to pay for. That's what we
women are; were the free lunch that
men get with glass of beer. and what
the HI do you care which garbage
pail what's left of us lands in after
you're done with usr'
"Cut that barroom talk around here
if
Good enough for six years. wasn't
|, to lay down like Il door-mat for you
to walk on eh? Good enough. Good
enough when it came to giving up
chunks of my own flesh and blood
when your burns was like fire on your
back and all your old woman could do
to help was throw a swOOn every time
she looked at you. Good enough to"
Cad! l knew it! knew it Knew
you'd show your yellow streak"
She fell to moaning in her hands.
mo, no, Max, l didn't mean it. YOU
you just got me so crazy l don't know
what I'm saying. Sure, II made you
take it off me. l wanted 'em to cut it
off me to graft on your burns because
tit was like finding a new way of
saying how-how ] love you, Max.
Every drop of blood was like--like
could see for myself how--how loved
you, Max. L"
"Oh, my God!" he said, folded his
arms atop the piano, and let his head
fall into them. 'Oh, my GOd!'
That's how I love you, Max. That's
how y0u-you're all in the world l got
Max. That's why IL can't, just can't
let you go. dear. Don't throw me over
| Max. Cut the comedy and come down
to earth. You amt had holy spell
| for two years now since the old wom-
an shifted me and wanted to marry
| YOU off to that cloak-and-suit buyer
| With ten thou in the bank and a rush
! of teeth to the front. You remember
| how we laffed dearie, that night we
seen her at the show? Don't let your
old lady"
"Cut that. | tell your
"You'd be swell gink hitting the
altar trail with a bunch of white satin,
wouldn't you? AT your time of life,
| forty and set in your ways, you'd have
d swell time landing young frisky
one and trying to learn one of them
mothers darlings how to rub in your
hair tonic and how to rub your salad
plate with garlic? Gosh-golly! l
bust right out laffing when l even
think about it! Come down to earth,
Max, You'd be swell hit welded for
life with a gold band, now. wouldn't
you?'
She was suddenly seized with i'm.
moderate laughter not untinctured
with hySteria loud and full of empti.
ness. as if she were shouting for
echoes i'll cave.
Like HI you would! You tied to
Il bunch of satin and tending the kids
with the whooping cough! WhoOps
la, la ~
Suddenly Max Zincas rose to his
height, regarding her sprawIing un.
controlled pose with writhing lips of
distaste, Strengthened his waistcOat
cleared his throat twice, and. standing
drank the last of his wine But pal.
lOr crept up, riding down the flush.
"Funny, amt 1t? Laffl Laff But
I'd wait till you hear something fun
Laff Laffw
She looked up with her lips sag.
ging from merriment, but the dark
red in her face grew darker.
"Huh!"
His bravado suddenly oozed and the
between them.
"Huh?' she repeated, cooking her
head.
you got to know it, Mae, and the
sooner | get it out of me the better
But, remember, if you wanna drive me
out before Pm finished, if you wanns
get rid of me d-n sight quicker thar
any other way, throw me some sol
stuff and watch. YOu-well-I-th(
sooner | get it out of me the better
Mae"
"Huh?"
"She's "a nice little thing, Mae
Her mothers crony with my old lady
Lives in brOwnStone out on LenoI
avenue. Met me first at-at q tennis
match she was winning at-at Fores
Park club
"Huh?'
mot a high-stepper or a locker like
you in your day, Mae, none of--thai
chorus pep you used to have. Neat
though. Great little kid for outdoors
Nice little shape, too. Not in YOU
class but-but neat. Nice, clean little
girl, fifteen thou with her, and her ole
man half owner in the Weeko Wooler
mills. II need the money, Mae. The
customs is digging up dirt again. l.
amt like amt been on the level witt
you, girl. You knew it had to CONT
sooner or later. Now, didn't you, Mae
Now, there's the girl Didn't your
Reassured, he crossed TO where she
sat silent, and placed large, heavy
hand on her shoulder
"There's nothing needs to worry you
old girl. Thirty-five hundred in yOul
jeans and couple of thou and the fla:
from me on top. Cad It's a cinch foI
| u E.,
the dump at your age, and yOu-yOu'rt