Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-07-06

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he knows the minute he's himself
again, with his head up, he can get
me back. That sort of going don't do
no good, Liddy. You can't do me no
good"
God knows 1 done my duty by you,
warning you that morning in April,
Annie, Steve wasn't no saint. but as
fine boy IT,
Yes, and took the chance. Took
the chance. with Orrick Lowney crazy
WHO to ditch over his grandfather and
a million If I'd close my millinery shop
TO be his misses and of to Europe with
him. Took the chance and stuck in
this burg with him through those first
two years Of hi before the baby came.
took"
Annie, you're making yourself sick.
grip
Took a chance! And even with
everything wasn't sorry. But I'm done
now! What I got left I'd like to know.
with my baby gone and the thirst back
on him? amt got the strength to
stand 1t, Liddy. From the gayest girl
In two counties I'm a wreck, Liddy /!
Look at me, wreck, Liddy. Both my
babies gone, one worse than"
But, Annie, dear Lords sake, An
ME"
Done, I tell you. Sister or no sis.
ter OF his, I can't help what YOU are,
I'm done. 1 swore to him last night,
and he was too silly to hear me, but l
swear to you now, Liddy, and to God
above"
"Annie!"
that I'm done. And If you don't
believe me, look at my packed tele.
scope there in the corner and my veil
on my hat, and"
"Anniel"
HE had enough respect for his lob
all these years never to show up there
tfpsy; he had enough respect for his
baby never to let him smell the vile
ness on his fathers breath. He-he's
got enough respect for his sister never
to want her to be here at the house
when he-he comes home silly, but
but what's he got for me? His wife !!
For me! What, Liddy, what? What?"
And she fell forward in her own arms,
drenched in a bath of tears.
Hes your husband, Annie; before
God, he's your husband, and nothing
can change it."
ST foil Won fJ1,, H. aa....--
red-eyed tonight, SO help me if there's
anything can change me. There's the
seven-tifty st. Louis Accommodation
out of here, and l tell you I'm done.
Done!'
mo, no, Annie girl. You come to me.
For Gods sake, you come to me. If
1t amt all well tonight, I'll keep the
lamp burning for you in the side win
dow and the shade up so you'll see it.
Annie, when you reach the tracks. I'd
stay here with you, Annie, only it
makes Steve sore if l stay toto see
him come like that. I'll keep the light,
girl, and-and you come to me. To
mel"
NO, no, Liddy, that amt the kind of
done l am. Beasleys always got
corner for me somewhere in her room
ing house. can get job trimmin' in
Einstein's there easy as anything, any
day want. I'm done, Liddy, for sure.
Done, l tell you. I'm goingl"
"Annie-Annie, you-you wouldn't +"
wouldn't II Watchw
At little after four came dusk to a
dusk-colored day; at five, night, with
the wind gone down and tn, rain faster
and finer, like splitting SAINTS The Chi
cago Limited, with the shrek of a
maniac and without Use f,r Spartan,
lore neck and neck with its schedule
through the town, rafting its window
oanes and the warning bell al cross
roads.
AT six o'clock Il medley of steam
whistles rose like roC.ets from the
various roofs of the Wellingtoa-LoNAey
Wire Works, and five hundred workers
Strengthened and WINGED of crick in tn
back.
In Annie Kineady's kitchen q lamp
burning against I. tn reflector and
through brilliantly clean chimney
threw yellow patch cut into the pud-
died side yard. Annie I<ineady drew
that shade and PLACED thick plate of
thickly cut bread in the center of the
spread table. Strong smells of the
strong foods that wage-earners, and
not coupon clippers, are strong enough
to digest, rose from the range to the
ceiling and down again, warming and
thickening the room. The smell Of
coffee came through finally, and the
sound Of seething, and with her bril-
liant head flung back against the rise
Of steam, she pushed the overlooking
pot to the rear Of the stove, raised the
stove-lid and poked at the live Goals,
their red flowing all over her.
Then she sat down In the low rocker
between the range and the indoor cis-
tern, but not back against 1t erect in
stead, with her ears straining through
the steady sound of rain and her
hands, where they closed over the
chair, white at the finger-nails.
At seven O'Clock, and In some I'M
certainty, Steven Kineady turned in
at his gate; came his footsteps around
to the side entrance, placed at uneven
intervals. and the sound of mud suck
ing as the shoes withdrew.