The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1922-06-22
Copyright 1870, by The Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.


between sales swappin' manicures
with the girls and daring Eddie the
stock boy to wriggle his ears for u.s.
Il wish you wasn't going back-I
just wish you wasn't, Miss Birdie"
Il got the two best reasons girl
could have. A dollar-siXty and rail-
road ticket in my pOcketbook and the
Horse Show advance display opening
Monday morning, with me on the job
selling the NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. cloth
of gold over Maisie's head or knowing
the reason why not"
Il just think we ought-ought to
keep you out here with us, little
Birdie
Gee, wouldn't that be a cinch."
1--WE amt going to let you go, neither
that's all there is to It,"
That's right, tease me along"
'If wasn't afraid you'd break your
sides laffing, I'd say there just
couldn't be finer sight than you in
in a white dress and no hat walking
up High street about closing time, the
way they do in our town on fine eve
nings. You in a white dress and no
hat comm down to meet-meet-"
"Gee!"
You won't believe it, little Birdie
but way down underneath the city l
think you got just little Miami in
your makeup, do"
II amt so stuck on the city; it's
just stuck on me, like sticking plaster.
Sometimes II hate it,"
81 don't want you to go back there to
stay, Birdie. I'm comm on my Sep
TENDER trip and bring you back home
with me, that's what l am. l amt 60
ing to let the city get its big soOty
hands on you again, that's what l amt.
Little sister, you know what What
/"
Mr.. Proxies leaned toward Miss
Fink so that his shirt front bulged
outward with the swell of a pOuter
pigeon. His heart blood buzzed in his
brain-danced behind his eyes and
confused his vision.
Birdie, /"
"One-two-three- four-five-sx-
seven-eight-nine Hur-
rah Hurrah!"
IT'S the bust up, dearie. l gotta
gotta go pass the lOvin' cup, little
Birdie. You just-just wait for me,
want to say-I-"
Hurrah-hurrah-the cup! =! !"
"Comin-comn'- here for me,
little sister. Comm, boys, comm"
Almost simultaneously Mr. Gilly
turned the corner of the ell, 50 slim,
so svelte, that he was a black sill
houette against black; a disembOdied
hands and face and shirt front float
ing in an aura of bay rum.
"Birdie-that you? Gee, where you
been hiding yourself? I've been on a
regular man hunt since l came up from
the station. You amt sick, are you,
sitting out here alone with the high
priest stuff going on inside"
"Gilly."
THAT'S me!'
"Whatta you know about thatf
you're a whole day ahead of yourself"
Chicago didn't have no strings on
my heart-kiddo!
"Freshie :"
"Well, kiddO-guess -
She leaned forward, her hair like
ripe corn in starlight.
Gee, GilIy, you landed it,"
'Forty a week and three shifts,
Morning Glory-ain't bad for your
Uncle Fuller, Is it? If I'd a hit old
Kelly for fifty he'd come over with 1t,
too-fOrty a week and morning duty
-eh, kiddo"
Its swell, Gilly-just grand
He rubbed his palms together as If
they were fabricated with the sweet
oil of success, twirled thrice on his
heels and swung himself perilously
atop the veranda rail, his legs twlned
through the paings and lettering back
and forward to maintain a balance.
ITS all in KNOWN how, kiddo-I
knew what l was dong when 1 took
the jump to Chicago
you bet you did,"
"Any other fellow wouldn't have fol
lowed 1t up the way | did, taking a
chance on my job and hiking off to
Chicago like | wasn't on the hotel
payroll-that's me every time; let me
set my heart on thing and it's mine :"
"Say, won't it be swell to have
friend working at the New McPhee-
ters? Won't you hit the high places,
though !"
"Will Ia taxi for me the minute
/ strike the asphalt, with my back 10
the meter and green carnation in
my buttonholeW
"Oh, you!'
'Ill call you up the same night, too,
Cleopatry-a little supper-theater
and Broadway after eleven, with the
lights so white you'll need Il sunshade,
and every hOHk and squawk and clar-
ion in town working overtime. Oh,
gee. kiddo, I'M going back home"
MIR. Gilly tossed his head until the
Dane OF his hair fell over his eyes.
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