The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-02-08
By
FANNIE
HURST


Every single minute of it, pa.
Morning, Mr.. Ganz?'
Good morning, Miss Della Just as
fresh as flower you look"
But. say, can't you two find a bet
ter place to moon around than this
smelly old spring? Ugh, that water
smells like boiled junkl"
Come, Della, let papa give you a
glass and see how good 1t Is for you"
THAT stuff! I'd rather suck q cold
storage egg through a mouthful of
rusty nails"
"It'll make those bright eyes even
brighter, Miss Kessier"
Thanks, MIR. CAM, but If / had
any more health, / wouldn't know
what to do with it."
she should pass some of that ex-
ira health on to you and me. eh.
CAM"
Il can tell YOU Kessler, that when
| look at Miss Della's rosy cheeks and
the way she dances around, like she
was playing tag all day with the sun
shine and the wind, 1t does me more
good than nine glasses a day. Where
do You get your bright eyes so early
in the morning, Miss Della? l tell
you. Kessler. those are the things
money can't buy"
Fee, fe, foe. fuml They're so 1
can see. So I can see. Mr.. GAM"
Mr.. Kessler wagged an argumenta-
tive finger in proximity to Mr.. CAMS
nose, eyes and mouth.
Like was telling you. CAM. with
your dull eyes and bad color, would
MT be surprised if you got a little
jaundice. For years, GAM, / doctored
for yellow color and"
PA, please. Please! Quit swapping
symptoms and let's trot to the links
and join the crowd down there for a
sun bath before breakfast"
"Yon, Della, 60 with GAM SO far
you like. | go up now by mama oil
the porch. Before breakfast | got yet
to breathe in one hundred deep
breaths like the doctor says for my
circulation. That pain in your left
side. CAM, amt your heart, it's moth
ing but poor circula-"
at amt exactly a pain, Kessler.
Just like needle points up and down
my"
Goodbye, Pa! Come, come, Mr..
GAM, let's 60 down past the De Leon
spring. II you wash your face in 1t,
they say 1t makes you beautiful"
Then l take right away a bath in
it, Miss Kessler."
He quick-stepped his gait to hers.
His timidity had suddenly rushed up
In a wave of color above his collar
line, In his quickly withdrawn elbow
when 1t brushed hers, in his hitching
shoulders.
"You-you don't need no beauty
spring like the rest Of Us, Miss Della.
You-you're just beautiful without
It"
Whenever fish hard for compli-
ments like that, MIR. GAM, there's q
fellow at home always says to me, he
says, 'Cutey, you're q Woodworking
girl"
"Cutey! That's a mighty fine little
name for you. That's just what you
are, Cutey."
They were in the green twilight of
woods, the sun barely Pickering
through except mt the remote end of
the tan-bark walk. Along that shaded
tan-bark walk, men and women in
quest Of q panacea for that-tired
feeling and that-run-down-look strobe
from spring to spring.
Look" cried Miss Kessler, quick
ening her companions pace to hers,
"just look ut them all over there by
De Leon trading symptoms before sun
up"
You're right restless down here at
the Springs, aren't you, Miss Dellaf'
Restless! Well, rather! Me down
here in the Alimentary Canal zone,
when it's Aero week and the Motor
Cup races at home!"
ITO think of little Cutey like you
being So crazy over airships. Aren't
you afraid, Miss Della, To-"
Afraid! Why, I've taken two
flights already. l was among those
present in Revillon's famous plane the
time he carried a passenger at the
Chicago meet. | went up with Arch
Meyer the first time he tried out his
old monuplane. =
Just full of pep, amt YOU"
why. there's not an airman ever
dropped in at the Office while | was
Stenuging that | didn't invite myself
up with. Afraid! Gee, | can taste a
flight now. Cloud in my mouth and
rain before it's rain in my face. A
feeling like all of a sudden my feet
are cut free from asphalt and the
world has slid out from under me
Up-up-up, With this warty old planet
dropping away like a pebble off a
cliff Scooting on wings through the
middle nf a million Years That's Tbs