Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-01-26
CHAPTER vi.

Jerry! Amt II sweet ana QuleC-l00k-l
ing! Spare room? Ain'tit pretty with
them little white muslin curtains n
Quit quit, Jerry! You mustn't-youl
mustn't"
She broke from his embrace, conf
fusion muddling her movements.
rs this the-the spare roOm?
1T is. now 1t used to be the old
womans till laid down on the mother
in-law game and squealed. Yeh, used
to have little mother-in-law in ourE
house that was some mother-in-lawl
Believe me, she makes that old devil of
yourn look like prize angel"
& Thisll be just the room for
Dee Dee, Jerry, where she can feel the
morning sun and hear the street cars
over there when she gets lonesome
She ought to have the sunniest room.
because it's something she can feel
without seeing-poor thing. This will
be swell room for poor old blind
Dee Dee, won't it, Jerry? Won't it,
Jerry dear?"
Cut the comedy, Peachy. There's
neat free ward waiting for her just
the other direction from the city than
Newton Heights. Cut the comedy
Peachy."
Jerry, II gotta have her with me-
I Now that she-she's in the dark
She couldn't stand an institution
Jerry, she-she just couldn't"
That's what they all say, but they
get over it. know "a"
"She couldn't, jerry. She amt hadI
much in her life but she's always hadI
a roof over her head that wasn't char
ity, and she always said, Jerry, that
she couldn't never stand IA inStitu-
ton. She can take any other room you'll
say, Jerry. Jerry, she Just Couldn't
stand an institution !"
You femme take care of that. She
don't need to know nothing about it,.
Well tell her we're sending her for a
visit to the country for Il while After
the second day she'll be as snug as al
bug in a rug. They're good to 'em inI
those places; good as gold
mo, no, Jerry. No, no! l gottaI
have her with me- She raised me FROM
kid and-and she couldn't stand it, !
Jerry! gotta have her, l gotta! II
want her ~
His mouth sagged down suddenly
and on an Oblique.
Say, somebody must have given you'll
few lessons in naggng, yourself. /
Them's the lines she used to recite tOI
me about her she-devil of IA mother,
too. Cad she used to hang on herl
mothers apron-strings like she was
tired" ~
Jerry, L"
Come, Peachy. don't get me sOre.I
Come, let's talk Shout tomorrow. Wei
gotta get the license first and" ~
Jerry, I Just little yes is a
Want-Jerry dear-just little yes"
frown gathered in Il triple furrOw|
on his brow.
Now, kiddO, you got to cut that
with me, and cut it quick. If there's
two things | can't stand it's nagging
and pouting. ClOonan can tell you
what pouting can drive me to- I'll beat
1t out of that girl of mine before she's
through with me, and won't stand It'll
from no one else. Now cut it, Peachy.
that's a nice girl"
She stood palpitating beside the win
dow, her eyes flashing to his face and
fastening there.
God! II wanna 60"
"Where?"
Her glance flashed past him out Of
the window and across the patch of
rear lawn. A street car bobbed across
the country: she followed it with eager
eyes.
Il wanna 60"
He advanced. cOnciliatory. "Aw.
now, Peachy, a row just the day before
we are married. You don't want TO
start out making me train YOU lust
like you was a little kid. If you was
little girl | could beat your little
ways out of you. but | wanna be on
the level with You and show you how
nice can be. All the things I'm going
to give yOu. all"
Out, you! I wanna go! l wanna
gOr
You can go to HI for my part
I'm going to get steak inside of me
before we bulge. Quit your fOOling
See, You nearly got me sore there
Come, the car won't be back for us
until six. Come, Peachy, come"
She was past him and painting down
the stairs, out across the patch of rear
lawn, and toward the bobbing street
car, the streamer of ribbon at her
throat flying backward over her shoul.
der.
In the bargain basement of the III.
tanic store the first day of the spring
opening dragged to its close.
In careless similitude the bargain
basement of the Titanic store resusci.
tated from its storerooms and from
spring openings long gone by, dusty
garlands of cotton May blossoms, fes
looming them between the great white
supporting pillars of the basement and
INTERVENING them.
Over the white goods counter and
over Sunday as it were papier-mache
pergola of green latticework and more
cOtton-back May blossoms had sprung
up as if the great god WOtan had built
1t with word. Sadie Barnet's own
mid-aisle bin had blossomed into a
sacrifcial sale of lawn remnants. and
toward the close of the day her stock
lay low, depleted.
Max Meltzer leaned out of his bower.