Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-02-02

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down the narrow hall. back with
dishes that eXudcd aromatic steam
placing them with deft, sure fingers.
Once she paused in her haste, edged
up TO where he stood with one arm
resting on the manteIpicce. placed an
arm on each Of his shoulders and let
her hands dangle loose wriSted down
his back.
Tired boy, tonight. Huh? Ma.zies
poor tired boy"
"NOw, now"
He removed her hands. but gently,
and StrOlled over to where the table
lay spread beside the cold gilded radi-
ator, potted geranium in its center,
a liberal display of SNOWY imitation
pearl-handled cutlery carefully laid
out, and at each place a long-Stemmed
wineglass, gold-edged and the color of
amber.
Come" he said, lets eat and get
it over"
She made no sign, but with the cor
ners of her lips prOpped bravely up
ward in her tOO-red smile made a last
hurried foray into the kitchen. return
ing with covered vegetable dish held
outright from her.
Guess" she cried.
Cant" he said, and seated himself.
"GoWan, guess like you used to.
dearie."
He fell Immediately to Sampling.
with short, quick stabs of his fork, the
dish Of carmine-red picked beets be-
side his plate.
Jaw. g0wan, Max, give a guess.
What did You used to pay for with six
big kisses every time | candied them
for you? Guess. Max"
''Sit down." he said, and with his
foot showed IA small stool before his
chair.
''Lordy" she said drawing up en-
tete-a-tete, unpinning and spreading
her lady train in glory about her, but
you're zone little sunbeam to have
around In the house"
what these bects need is little
sugar"
She passed him the bowl; elevated
her left foot in its slightly Soilcd
white slipper to the footStOol; poured
some opaque wine into his glass. com
ing back TO flood her own to the brim
smiled at him across the red head of
the potted geranium. as if when the
heart bleedS the heart grows light.
Here's to you. Max"
He raised his glass and drank in
through his rather heavy mustache,
then tiecked it this way and that with
his napkin. "Ahh-h-h-h, that's the
stuff"
"S'more?"
"Yah-h-h-h-h ~
Il broiled it under the single burner
Max, slow like you like. Here. YOU
carve it, dearie. Just like always. ell y
His tleshy, blue-shaved face took or
the tenseness of concentrated effort
and he cut deep into the ooZing beef
the red juice running out in quick
streams
The small dog shook himself and
rose from sleep and the depths of a
pillow, nosing at her bare elbow.
was muvver'S ittSie Snookie OOkit
such hungry bow-wOw?"
He yapped shortly, paving her.
ASK big bessie sitting over there
carving his din-din if him got choco
late tandy in him pocket like ALWAYS
for Snookie Ookie. No, no, bad rec
meat no good for ittSie bittsie bow
WOW. Go ask big bessie what him got
this time in him pocket for Snookie
Aw, look at him. Max; he remember.
how you used to bring him"
Get down! Get down, said, Fo,
Gods sake get that little red-eyed
NANCY cur ut.of here while we're eat
ing, can't YOU? Good gad Cant q
man eat meal in this joint withou,
having that dirty cur whining around
Get him down off your dress there
Mae. Get out, you little cur, G.e-,
out"
Max What's got you, Max? Didn,
you buy him for me yourself that day
at the races five whole years ago
Wasn't the first things you asked for
when you woke in the hospital with
| your burns, me and-and Snookie;
What's soured you, Max? What
! What?"
I'm soured on seeing strapping
! healthy woman Sniveling over LITTLE
sick-eyed cur. Amt that enough rC
sour any man? Why don't you get Ill
and out and exercise yourself like The
right kind of wimmin do? Play tenni:
or get something in you besides The
rotten air of this fiat. and mewlins
over that sick-eyed cur. Get out
| Scc-c-c-c-cw
The animal scurried to the door, tai
down, and into the rear darkness o.
| the hallway.
( Max, what's got you? What do
Know about tennis or-things like