Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1922-12-30
TOMORROW AT NINE
BY GAIL r. wHITEHousE

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g. 1922. BY Mcclure Newspaper syndieate}
Peter McGilyery closed the front
door and impod upstairs TO his room
From the living room below the voies
Of Peter, Sr, assembled to the ears III
Peter, Jr, with unpleasant distinct
ness.
"Aw, ma, stop worrying about that
kid" (Peter, Sr., always addressed
Mrs. McGilyery as Ma although Pc
ter, Jr., deplored the habit as exceed. +
ingly proyincial) Don't you s'pose
1 know what's best for him?"
Peter, Jr, didn't stop to listen. He
was gloomily resigned. Tomorrow at
8 he would enter upon an ignominious
career in the Office of McGilvery & H
Johns, manufacturers of Corrina hair
nets.
With gloomy precision Peter closed p,
his bedroom door and locked it. He
limped across the room, seated himself
with dignity on the bed, and removed
from his abused feet a pair of resplen. 4
dent oxfords. Still limping a trifie. he
its mirror, and studied with utmost
solemnity the visage reflected therein. Y
Presently he lifted his right eyebrow
very slightly, imparting to his nine
teen-year-old cOuntenance an expires.
sion of extreme sophistication.
For fully half a minute Peter re-
tanned this expression, then, extracting
from an upper drawer a well-worn
copy of FINLAND, he opened that
worthy magazine to page six, wherein
was depicted Montgomery TreIlls,
famous interpreter of bored young mil.
lionaire roles.
With the aid of a clothes brush Peter 4
propped the open magazine against theE
mirror, and, with a gesture of utter
boredom, raised an imaginary cigarette
to his lips and blew imaginary rings
of smoke ceilingward.
For an instant, as he thus regarded
himself, the gloom on Peters face
lifted And then he remembered.
wasted! y he informed the youth in
the mirror. "Wastedr'
He glanced at his wrist watch. It
was quarter after seven. Hastily he
grabbed up the new oxfords and forced
his protesting feet into them. Twenty
minutes later he was occupying a 20
cent seat in the Bloomtown PictureI
palace
The title of the feature picture, "Out 4
of the Darkness" a super-super pic 1
ture with Montgomery Trellis, was be-
ing flashed on the screen. With great
concentration Peter pretended that he
was the great Montgomery, reviewing
his latest release.
On the screen Montgomery Trellis
was smoking numerous cigarettes and
spending his millionaire fathers dol T
lars on late parties for chorus girls. At
the end of the second reel he has
reached the conclusion that women
bore him dreadfully and refuses 10 i
buy them any more diamond necklaces. L
And then he discovers his fathers
stenographer!
Right here Peter became tremulous-
ly aware that the little Somebody at
his left was looking at him. con the
screen Montgomery Trellis was looking
masterfully down upon the lovely
stenographer) Drawing a long breath, &
Peter turned and looked straight down
into the upturned face of the owner
of the little feet in the iow-heeled
pumps.
At that moment there was no past, 4
no future, ia a wonderful present
with a dim little face turned up to his. +
A small, scared voice sounded in
Peters left ear. Il th-think it's spen-
did, don't you?"
Manfully Peter mustered his powers /
of speech "rlI say he isl" His voice !
sounded embarrassingly squeaky.
He's my favorite," confded the
voice, courageousIy.
mime, too" said Peter
81 think he Hooks like you
Again there was silence, rather
thrilling silence, with organ accompani-
ment. "Out of the Darkness was
dEawing to its "lived-happy-ever after
ending. "Out of the darkness into the
light" said Montgomery Trellis
simultaneously Peter and the little
Somebody looked at each other with
awed eyes.
'Look," said Peter. cant we-cant
you let me call, or something Hon
est. 1 never felt this way before"
Neither did l." admitted the small
voice close to his left ear.
"Can l see you tomorrow after
noon?" You see, Peter had quite for
gotten what was going to happen to-
morrow.
Cant" whispered the voice.
"Work."
Jimmy! Honest?" Peter was
stunned! she was so little and ador-
able. where do you work, d-dearf
The dear" was iraudible.
downtown She fixed her atten'
ton demurely upon her shiny pumps
''McGilvery and Johns. I'm Mr.. Nc
GilveryS stenographer.
Peter grinned down at her rapturous.
ly. bet you don't know who I am
ha cIootpd