The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1922-06-15
Copyright, 1920, BY The wheeler syndicate, Inc

same color as that camelshaped cloud
out there, be swell2"
Meat little sky, amt it? l know a
fellow made a fortune out of an idea
like that-Al Levy; he's the fellow put
out the Sunset Sextette Girls that was
such a scream in fOur-a- day vaudeville
last year. l knew him when he was
sellin' tickets in front Of the Rialto In
the old scalper days"
''All aboard for Sunset Land-tra,
la la la-tra la Ia"
Sure, that's the act! l know all
them little girls like they was my sis
tiers. l remember Daisy de We're when
she was carrying a tin spear in the
fourth row of a fifth company of the
Gaiety Girls. Daisy always knew
when her show came in off the road
that she could get a dollar room-and
off me-and pay me when her luck
turned. Them was the good old days
at the Rialto house-good old days"
A theme of retrospection, subsid-
larry, but insiStent as a left-hand
theme marching beneath the trill of
treble arpeggioS, crept into Mr. Gilly's
voice; he burrOwed an equally retro
spective forefnger knuckle deep into
the sand, drew 1t out and peered into
the little well.
Them was good old days-I never
ought to have left Broadway for the
resorts nOhOw-gettin' back is like a
character man tryin' to convince a
manager he can play juvenile. But
say, kiddO, if you'll wear a muzzle
about it, I'll whisper something in your
ear"
Sure"
at looks like I'm going to land be-
hind the counter of the new McPhee-
ters when it opens next month";"
"Oh!-the new thirty-story one on
Thirty-second street?"
"Right-oh! My friend Kell's man
aging it and he promised the counter
to me before the plans were even
dry"
Say, but that's some job"
Il amt sure yet, but I'll know any
day now. l may run down to Chicago
TO see him when he comes West next
week-and if I land it, Birdie-birdie,
believe me, I'll invite you out to the
SWEETEST little supper between here
and FOrty-seccnd street. How'd you
like to see me behind a alabaster,
gilt-edged counter, Ell, kiddo?"
mot so bad"
I'm just holding my breath wish
ing it on myself-fOrty a week and
three shifts! Say, it's so easy politi-
clan would trade with me-"
Il know just how you feel. I had
my eyes glued to the Avenue and I'm
ported Gowns-Only'-thre whole
years before 1 ever sold anything
above a twenty-nine-fifty ready-to-
wear"
The gray light of dusk suddenly en-
veloped them; the lake was CLASSY
topped like cistern, and behind them
a darkenlng tangle of woods full of the
twilight gibberish of birds.
Gee, forty a week On forty a
week l could ride in a taxi with my
back to the meter; 1 could buy a plot
on Fifth avenue for a truck garden;
Il could even get married, Birdie"
"Or buy an underground balloon"
They laughed in soft, furry voices,
that had uncOnsciOusly taken on the
quietude of dusk.
Look over there, Gilly-the hotels
beginning to light up"
"What I think Of that Dump"
81 bet right now the whole Bison
convention is ringing for more tow
els and shaving water, and every
mans wife Of 'em is unpacking the
small town sweet lavender and crinkIeS
out Of a observation-disclosures summer
silk that would get laugh out of
clown off duty"
81 notice you're pretty strong for the
small towns yourself, Morning Glory.
l amt heard nothing more about that
eight-forty-fve flyer since you and
Miami went out to the moon last
night"
Quit your kiddin'."
pO W IL Slo ne y IHt Prize DlSOn
of the whole herd, with a bank ac-
count l could wish on myself-dont
let straw in his hair and ashes down
his vest front scare you off Oh, you
Red Trunk"
Jaw, yOu"
Likes you pretty well don't he,
Queenle? He watched us paddle off
like he'd give a half interest In his
Miami bank stock to be in my place."
"Yes-he-would-n !" sung in a
voice to deny her negation.
Mr., Gilly busted his hands of sand
particles, rolled over luxuriously on
his side, climbed to his feet and
stretched wide his arms like a sun god
standing at the edge Of day. He was
a white flannel epic in sartorial art,
an heroic expression of trousers
creased to the knife edge and wide
cuffed to reveal, yet conceal, white
clicked hose, 50 sleazy that the knob
Of his ankles strained thinner the silk.
"A white silk shirt fluted in front and
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