The Raymer enterprise., 1923-08-23
TOMORROW AT NINE
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Peter McGilvery closed the front
door and limped upstairs to his room.
From the living room below tile voice
Of Peter, ST., ascended to the ears Of
Peter. Jr, with unpleasant distinct
ness.
"Aw, ma, stop worrying about that
kid" (Peter, ST.. always addressed
Mrs. McGilyery as Ma" although Pc.
ter, Jr.. deplored the habit as exceed.
ingly provincial.) "Don't you s'pose
know what's best ior him?"
Peter, Jr., didn't stop to listen. He
was gloomily resigned. Tomorrow at
he would enter upon an ignominious
career In the Office Of McGilyery 4
Johns, manufacturers Of Corrina hair
nets.
With gloomy precision Peter closed
his bedroom door and locked II. He
llmped across the room, seated himself
with dignity on the bed. and removed
from his abused feet a pair Of resplen-
dent oxfords. Still limping trifie, he
crossed to the dresser, halted before
Its mirror, and studied with utmost
solemnity the visage reflected therein.
Presently he lifted his right eyebrow
very slightly, lmparting to his nine
teen-year.old countenance an expires.
sion Of extreme sophlstication.
For fully half a minute Peter re
talned this expression. then, extractin:
from an upper drawer well-worn
copy Of Filmland, he opened that
worthy magazine to page six, whereon
was depicted Montgomery TrellIs,
famous interpreter OF bored young mil.
li0naire roles.
With the aid Of q clothes brush Peter
propped the open magazine against the
mirror. and, with 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!" he informed the youth In
the mirror. "Wasted!"
He glanced at his wrist watch. II
was quarter after seven. Hastily he
grabbed up the new oxfords and forced
his protesting feet into them. Twebt.
minutes later he was occupying q 20
cent seat In the Bloomtown Picture
palace.
The title Of the feature picture, "Oui
Of the Darkness" supetsuper pic
ture with Montgomery Trel 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 Trellls
was smoking numerous cigarettes and
spending his millionaire fathers dol.
lars on late parties for chorus girls. At
the end Of the second reel he hns
reached the conclusion that women
bore him dreadfully and refuses to
buy them any more diamond necklaces.
And then he discovers his fathers
stenographer!
Right here Peter became tremulous.
y aware that the little Somebody at
his left was looking at him. ION 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 low-heeled
pumps. ...
At that moment flere was no past,
no future. Just a wonderful present,
! with a din little face turned up to his.
A small, scared voice sounded In
Peters left ear. II th-thlnk it's splen.
did. don't your
Manfully Peter mustered his powers
Of speech. "Tll say he Isl" His voice
sounded embarrassingly squeaky.
Hes my favorite," confided the
voice, courageously.
Mine, too" said Peter.
II think he Hooks like you"
Again there was silence, rather
thrilling silence, with organ accompanl.
ment. "Out Of, the Darkness" was
drawing to Its ''lived-happy- 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, "can't we-can't
you let me call, or something. Hon
est, / never felt this way before"
Neither did l." admitted the small
voice close to his left ear.
Can I see you tomorrow after,
noonT You see, Peter had quite for.
gotten what was going to happen to
morrow.
Can't" whispered the voice.
Work"
Jimmy! Honest1' Peter was
stunnedl She was so little and ador.
able. "Where do you work, d-dearf"
The "dear" was lnaudible.
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