Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-03-09

Tie Town: TWO box factories of his own.
the opera house, half of Main street
ana nearly every cottage on the hill.
say Id brush the Broadway lint off
my coat tomorrow TO settle down in a
pretty little tank like that.
ITS great little town, Lo. I've
oeen there three tines and lived once
Tor two weeks right with Ben Ceilings
IN his own swell house. He'd gimme
his shirt if I asked him, that's what
ne thinks of me. Only met him on a
train once. too. He's seen some of nv
wood carvings and he'd gimme a Job
right In one of his box factories doing
the high class handwork any day in
the week l wanted. That's the kind of
friends We are"
She pressed her finger tips to her
lips, then blew at them lightly as if
she would watt him rose petal.
Rave on. Al. Rave on"
lie leaned to her with an entire
nattenlng of tone. You're the only
thing in the world that l can rave
ABOUT, Lo; you and your tantalizing
ways. Ever since l ran away from
an orphan asylum in Utica to join a
snow, I've had picture of little girl
Ike you hung on my heart. can't see
this or any other country, hon, without
you the biggest part of the scenery.
You're the only thing 1 ever had time
to rave about in my life, Lo."
She threw him smile that was full
of quirks.
me and the. meadows! The
meadows you're always piping about,
Look at 'em out there! Listen to the
grass growingw
A porter passed down the swaying
aisle, lighting lamps. A gassy turbid
glare filed the coach, shutting out the
darkening landscape, and the windows
suddenly reflected the murky interior.
"You-you sweet little kid, you.
You sweet little, soft little kitten"
She collapsed in an attitude of mock
prostration against his shoulder, her
cheek, the quality of thick, cream
colored velvet, crushed against the
grain of his coat.
How that boy loves mel"
He withdrew her. sharply.
always kidding! Amt you nothing
but q doll; amt you got nothing but
saWdust inside Of you? Amt you got
no feelings, no nothing, no hearth"
Feel it beating, way down in my
wrist"
Cant you learn that life amt just
one long ha, ha? Can't you learn that
when a fellows been eating out his
heart and soul and vitals the whole
six months he's been playing in the
show with you, that it amt no laugh
ing matter? Can't you learn that,
girl2"
She retreated pouting to her corner,
her richly curved lips Quivering.
you can't talk to me like that! 1
know what's eating you. You're sore
about last night. But you can't talk
to me like that!"
He leaned to her in immediate con-
triton.
10, I didn't mean it, only some
times with your cutting up like you
didn't care, you drive me crazy, that's
all. 1 amt said nothing to you about
last night, have 1? Amt been keeping
it inside of me? Only sometimes you
drive me crazy; you drive me crazy"
Lego my wrists"
Il tell you when l see you cutting
up from the swing with him down
there in the wings and nearly forget.
ting to hurl the bar to me, l get to
seeing things so black that-that it's
a wonder l don't miss the bar and
break my neck-break my neck"
Lego my wrists"
II tell you it makes a crazy man
out of me to see you cutting up with
him. l see black, l tell you! 1 get
dizzy with blackness."
Gee, the way you keep raving for
fear I won't swing that bar straight
Don't be afraid, little boy. 1 been get.
ting it to you somehow for a couple
of hundred performances, amt 1? Don't
be scared, Al; I'll take care of you"
A slow red spread to his ears and
down into his collar, but his voice
remained carefully below the rumble
of the train.
You wouldn't dare talk that way tt
me, LO, if it was me instead of your
friend who was directing the show
You know pretty well you gotta be
as careful each time you swing thai
bar out to me as if you'd never done II
before. You don't want me to lane
with broken back, do your .-
II told you I'd take care Of you
little boy"
you can't tantalize me that way
You know that amt what's eating me
wasn't with Reno's Star Acrobat Ac
for four years to be bluffed off by lit
tie extravaganza speciality act that
that could do in my Sleep"
"Well, if you amt scared you hol
Ter enough" ..
Il didn't open Rigley's vaudevill,
bill with solo trapeze act for tw,
years not to learn how to grab a ba
that's swung out to me by girl that
too busy flirting with the stage di
rector down in the wings to watch on
what she's doing" ..
ut didn't even swerve half an incl
last night; you said so yourself"
'LOrdy, the nerve of a little kit
like you. Afraid, am 1! Say, l wa
an expert acrobat already when I wa
turning somersaults in the orphan asy
lum's backyard and you was making
fake flowers in Twenty-third stree
loft. Me afraid of bar act 1 coul'
do that turn in my sleep if 1 got tn
right kind of a feederi"