The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-01-07

she won't cut an inch after the bell
Amt that tuck for you? Amt that
luckf'
Her lips drew to a pout
'Iemme get 1t for you, Miss Sadie
1 know a girl up in the ribbons"
mo, no, Mr.. Meltzer. II got to
charge 1t to Dee Dee and, anyways, she
gets mad like anything If keep her
waiting. 1 gotta go. Night. Mr..
Meltzer! Night"
She was off through the maze of the
emptying store, in the very act of pin
ming on her little hat with its jaunty
imitation fur pompon, and he breathed
in as she passed, as If of the perfume
of her personality.
At the ribbon counter on the main
floor the last of streamlet Of out
going women detached herself from
the file as Miss Barnet assembled the
staircase.
Hurry up, Sadie"
Dee Dee! How'd you girls up here
get on your buds so soon? l thought
maybe If I'd hurry upstairs you-you'd
find time to cut me a twO-yard piece
Of three-inch red satin for my hat, Dee
Dee-tomorrow being Sunday. Two
yards. Dee Dee, and that'n make two
sixty-nine l owe you. Aw, Dee Dee, it
won't take a minute. tomorrow Sunday
and all Aw, Dee Dee!"
Miss Barnet slid ingratiating fingers
into the curve of the older woman's
arm; her voice was smooth as salve.
Jaw, Dee Dee, who ever heard of
wearing fur on hat in April? gotta
stick a red bow On my last summers
! sailor, Dee Dee"
| Miss Edith Worte stfffened so that
the muscles sprang out in the crook of
her arm and the cords In her long,
yellowing neck. Years had dried on
her face, leaving ravages, and through
her high-power spectacles her pale
eyes might have been staring through
Aim and straining to see.
please, Dee Dee!"
Miss Barnet held backward, little
through her voice.
Miss Worte jerked forward toward
the open door. April dusk, the color
Of cold dish-water, showed through it.
Dusk in the city comes sadly, crowd
ing into narrow streets and riddled
with an immediate quick-shot of cleo
trio bulbs.
"Ain't you got no sense a-tall? Amt
you got no sense In that curly head of
yourn but ruination notiOns"
Jaw, Dee Deer
They were in the flood tide which
bursts through the dam at six o'clock
like a human torrent flooding the
streets, then spreading, thinning, and
finally seeping into homes, hall bed
| rooms and Harlem flats.
Miss Edith Worte turned her sparse
face toward the downtown tide and
against the light wind that tasted of
rain, and tapped her skirts around her
thin legs.
Watch out, Dee Dee! Step down;
there's a curb"
II don't need you. It's lots you care
| if go blind on the spot"
Dee Dee"
God! if I didn't have nothing to
worry me but red ribbons l told the
| doctor today, while he was putting the
drops in my eyes. that if he'd let me go
blind Il"
Il forgot, Dee Dee, today was your
eye-doctor day. He's always scarin'
you up. Just don't pay no attention.
forgot it was your day."
"Sure you forgot. But you won't for
get if / wake up alone in the dark
some day"
Dee Deer
You won't forget then. You won't
forget to nag me even then for buds
to go automobiling with fly men that
can't bring you no good"
dee Dee, amt been but one night
this week. 1 been saving up all my
| nights for-for tonight"
Tonight Say. if 1 can't keep you
| from going to the devil on skates if"
Its only the second time this week,
Dee Dee, and II promised. He'll have
| the limousine top off tonight-and
feel it's just like summer. girls
gotta have a little something once in
a while"
What do / gotta have? What do l
gotta have but slave and work.