Nogales international., 1929-05-17
WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE

WTl4h1 I1fAE1 Elm Eli OErONC
The Sheridan Dramatic Club, of which
Tom Bilbcck, the narrator, Maryella, the
girl he cares for, and Jim Cooper, his
rival are members, are to give Pygmalion
and Galatea at the Old Soldiers Home.
Mr.. Hemingway, husband of one of the
actresses, thinks Bilbeck is in love with
his wife. The escape of prisoners from
at his newspaper work, so that he gets
away from the dramatic group. But
Maryella summons him, and starts telling
the story of "Dollyanna" who believes
that everything that happens turns out to
be for the best.
The players arrive at the Old Soldiers
Home, being greeted royalty and meeting
Pink Heuwether and others.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Conversing with Comrade Hen
wether had its embrassing drawbacks
at that 1t is true it didn't matter what
you said to him. but on the other hand
he had the trick of pretending that he
heard perfectly and replying to what
he thought you said
Thus unexpectedly when l asked him
to pass the bread he responded:
Eyes. He has got funny nose,
hasn't he? That's Herb Ahlswede.
But don't let him know you think so,
because he is sellsitive-lterribly sensi-
tive. Until | learned to be careful
about it | used to make him mad when
spoke about it"
The forty-four caliber look which
Comrade Ahlswedc shot in his direc-
ton would have pierced anything but
a rhinoceros-hide; but Pix Henwether
prattled on obviously:
"It looks as if he drinks, don't it ]?
But that can't be, because he amt al
lowed to here at the Home. It's durn
curious, and I've been puzzled about it
ever since come here eight year ago
come next September"
Comrade Ahlswede half rose from
his chair with a durable-lool<ing IRON
stone-china cup in his hand from which
ne hastily 'gulped the coffee. was torn
between desire to appear polite and
an impulse for self-preservation which
was urging me to get under the table,
when Colonel Stewart raped sharply
on the table and neighboring hand
drew Ahlswede back into his chair.
That's one thing / pride myself
on" shouted Comrade Henwether,
leaning closer so that could hear him.
II am considerate, / am, and never
hurt anybody's feelings if can help it.
No matter how funny thing looks
to me shut up about it."
Then changing the subject hastily,
he observed in a confidential shout:
That's mighty pretty VOL IN you
got with you-the blond one, l mean.
She amt your wife, is she"
! shook my head frantically.
mo? Well, I guess you are kind of
sweet on her just the same. I'm old
but | can tell from the way you looked
at her and the way she looked back at
you-Well, 1 miss my guess if there
amt wedding pretty soonF
Mrs. Hemingway was blushing to
her ears.
Pix Henwether saw it.
"Notice how she's blushing9" he OBJ
served. 81 wonder if she could have
heard what was saying to you. If
you want her, my boy, go in and win.
i sha'n't stop you. If 1 was a little
younger l am blessed if l wouln't try
til"
Colonel Stewart raped on the table
again, but Pix failed to hear it.
Finally he sent one of the men who
waited on the table with some kind of
a message to my friend. The aide
tapped Comrade Henwether on the
shoulder and motioned toward the
swinging door at the rear of the room.
Pix rose reluctantly.
Il know what's the matter" he
growled. Il got to eat my supper in
the kitchen. / most always do"
Then he laughed, laugh of tri-
umph.
"But I fooled him this time! I got
all through before he caught mel"
Expostulating loudly with his guide,
Comrade Pix Henwether was led
away past the swinging doors to the
kitchen, where a loud rumble from
time to time treasured us that he still
retained the powers of speech.