Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-02-23

Ter, DdCk 10 hin.
Il tell you, Aaron, Colt sci dank, If
that black line what we see out there
is land under our feet. Just see how
far away it looks"
Mr.. Lefkovitch thrust forward a
face covered with a stubble of black
and gray beard. A smile broke through
it like the white grin OF a faun show
ing through bracken.
"Humph!" he said. Mama, tell
you but that is a sight for you"
Bent were his shoulders, as if across
his back lay pack filled with years.
Four decades previous there had been
a pack there-a literal pack of the
small goods a housewife buys at her
stoOp. Time and the inch-for-inch
doggedness that had stopped his Shout
ders had metamorphosed that pack
ON the back into plate-glass en-
porium with mahogany inners, occupy
ing twenty-five leased feet of the most
expensive Broadway frontage in the
world.
But even Atlas relieved of his vault
would, for sheer physiological reasons,
have to face the world stoop-shoul.
dered. So Aaron Lefkovitch, with his
latter years light, still let his head
rest like ball in the valley between
his shoulders.
THAT such a piece of string out
there, Bertha, should be land!'
Il tell you, it amt none too soon
for me. Enough of sea I've got. Never
SO long until / die can 1 forget them
three rough days, Aaron. Like my
own feelings wasn't enough, 1 had to
have you yet on my neck and crying
like a baby l should lay down by you
to die"
Zach now, Bertha, never in my life
did ask such a thing"
Enough to see is enough, let me
tell you. Like l say ten times day
If not for you wanting Europe and to
meet new people. Esther, your papa
and me would ten times over rather
be home in our comfortable fiat in
New York. Amt it, Aaron? Ten
times more as this! Amt it, Aaron 7?
ia, Bertha, but-enough of your
life you've lived on land not to be so
restless on sea a few days"
ION land, Aaron, many things can't
happen what happens on sea-"
The tail end of her glance, pointed
and dartingly quick, was for Mr.. Dan
Tiger and his arm, which lay along her
daughters In an approach to a caress
Mr.. Lefkovitch turned from the rail
ing and the white froth of water kick
ing out from the ships huge flank
and the quiet Swish-Swash of a quiet
sea, and Quirked his left eye with
lightning-quick and vulpine slynes.
toward Mr.. Danziger.
Tonight, Danziger Officer Childs
says we can have our last little game
up in the homegrown, so through the
windows we can see the Gibraltar
when she comes in sight"
Aaron, F."
Zach now, Bertha; tomorrow DOM
we land in Naples for good? 1 ash
you, the last night does it make any
difference little game more or les? ?
Il wish already this minute it was
time to get eff the boat in Naples"
"Ach now, Bertha, my last night OF
the boat! What you bet when I 90
up today put ON my winning clothes
l got on today enough winning clothes
Danziger, to beat you If you are ter
times so lucky like always"
THAT talk, Aaron, don't get no
where's with me. Lose just so mucl
as you like. 1 don't worry no more
That's how disguised me and tn,
ladies on this boat feel about how al
you men lose your shirts off you
backs to Mr.. Danziger. Pull here m!
chair, Esther; that's how disguised
feel. The shirt of your back you car
lose"
"Mama!"
Miss Lefkovitch lowered nader
eyes before the allusion, assisted hel
parent to the steamer chair anG
packed the rug close about her frank
ly distended ankles.
Mama, you-yOu mustn't say sucf
things"
Mice talk don't go no more witt
your papa, Esther. I'm ashamed
enough, too, that even in front of yoJ
l got to talk to him plain, like feel.
"But such feeling l got in my
bones for winning tonight, Bertha,
you should know"
"Au the feelings what you got ir
your bones, Aaron, is rheumatism fol
me to rub"
"Eh, Danziger, tonight right of
your back win your shirt. Eth, vol
Boogher, your
MIR. Danziger relaxed his straigh
figure against the jutting end Of a life
boat, blew away a wreath of cigarette
smoke and gazed seward. He wa!
groomed, full Of good points, nor lack
ing in the ready smile that wins. Ora!
were his eyes, with fine crow's-feet O.
laughter about them. Polished, ever
bit too highly his fingernails ant
manners, his black patent leathe
boots and black patent leather hair
The smile in all its undaunted amiabil
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ity he turned fun upon Mrs. Lefko
witch, his fine teeth flashing whitley.
Come now, Mrs. Lefkovitch. II
prove 1t by any Of you. Is it me o.
the old gentleman out for the gam
tonight? I've got Miss Esther fol
proof, is it me or the old gentleman
Miss Lefkovitch turned scorching eye
toward her father.
"Of course, its papa, every time
Without fail just as soon as me anC
Mr.. Danziger or-or anybody get seat
ed up on top deck after supper to en-