Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1922-04-06

Easy there-no hurry-take your
time-here now, your hand-afways
stand in the middle of a boat-whoop-
la-so!''
"Oh-h, L"
"Nonsense-look, you stepped out
as neat as sardine from his cam"
Its been swell ride, Mr.. Proxies. ~
What about tomorrow night, Miss
F1nk-paddlin' you is the best fun I've
had at this convention"
Tomorrow Amt that a shame now
Mr.. Gilly's off duty at four and he's
going to row me over to little island.
But say-1 can be back by ten If 1t
amt too late for you"
Sure it amt. I'd wait later than
that to paddle sweet little girl like
you"
Good I"
There's going to be a swell dance
a week from tomorrow night, Miss
Fink-installin' the new grand mas
ter and the closin' of the convention
amt much on dancin' and it's long
way Jill Dut L u llhC " huOW
you're going with me-"
Sure"
"Great! This way, sister; We'll take
the long road through the pines."
Gee, amt it black in there and
quiet?"
She closed her hand over his rough
coat sleeve with the primitive gesture
of child.
"You amt scared when you're with
me, are you, little sister?'
"Scared-nothin'."
She linked her arm in his and her
laughter scuttled back over the water.
The magenta light of declining day
lay on the water and Redeemed it as
If monsters were splitting gore in a sub
aquatic battle. low, far-away sun
that had lost much of it's heat and nc
longer dazzled the eyes, slipped, as
if most delicately contrived windlass
was letting it down cog by cog into the
horizon. For second it rested on
the surface of the water, then dipped
broke the circle and dropped gradually
down into its tomorrow.
Miss Fink clicked down her pink
parasol and shifted her position on
the sand. Her feet were curled under
her like a shahs.
The prettiest and sweetest little
girl in the crowd and little gray col
ored canoe. III don't like it bit, your
dancin' around here with all those
other fellows-you just wait till I'm
off duty"
What think of these guys"
Il amt much on dancing myself
little sister, but I'm game-but watch
me after the eleven O'Clock song puts
me off duty and I've started the lovin'
cup around! You and me, sister, and
the little gray shell. Ready now, one
observation-disclosures
Miss Fink pirouetted skilfully
around Mr.. Proxies heavy-footed am
BILE, a wood nymph matching her
dainty pace to her favorite Bruin of
the forest.
Good, Proksey-that was a swell
reverse. Say, there's a fortune for a
dancing teacher out this way"
"One-two-three!'
ouch! Lemme try to guide. No,
now start over again; just try to
kinda keep your feet where mine amt
and you'll come out all right"
"One-two-"
"So-good-now you're ell right,
No, that was my fault. Reverse again
OUGHT"
I'll give it up, sister,"
"Whew!"
at just amt right to ask little
fairy like you to steer me around.
How'd you like to go out in a quiet
corner Of the veranda and cool off it's
ten minutes before the shoutin' and we
can wait out where it's quiet"
yep. it is hot in here, amt itT'
Mr.. Proxies breathed as if for lung
capacity test, inserted a fourth hand.
kerchief into the limp rag of collar and
held wide the screen door. A rush of
air lifted his hair and dried the beads
on his brow.
Light dresses and light voices drift.
ed from black corners of the veranda
and from the recesses of rocking
chairs. A chain of Japanese lanterns
stretched between two pillars, swung
and f1ickered, and out above the
cedars, standing darkly with their
crowns against the sky, a lopsided
moon with a swollen and inflamed
face, invited them.
"Whew, this is more like it Here's
two chairs. There amt no use talk
ing, I'm more at home on an ice field
than a dance floor. 1 just amt got
the knack. My, but you do look pref
ty tonight, Miss Fink"
"Aw!"
"Here, fasten this buttonhole rose
of mine in your hair; it just matches
your cheeks. Pretty as picture you
look, you do"
Miss Fink receded into the impress
sionistic mood of night, her pink chif-
ron SCARF dropped from her shoulders
like wings.
"Oh, dear!" she sighed twice, leaned
backward and let her hands fall limp
along the arms of her chair. Her signs
trembled for moment and died.
whats the matter, little sisterY
"Nothin'."
"Well, girlie-it-it's all over but the
shoutin, amt it?'
"All over. Pm leaving on the 8:45
and you on the noon, amt your"
"The twelve thirty"
tits been a swell ten days. Gee,