Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-04-03
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When her last number came, ]
think II was Italian, too, they stamp
ed and whistled and c~at-called TIL
you couldn't hear her."
How horrible" Elanda shuddered.
"You can't believe people will be 50
heathenish in a theater."
Well, they were. You couldn't
even hear the music when she was
finishing. OF course, that doesn't
happen always. But people who sit
at home and listen In to the radio
as a rule have pretty much the same
feelings. They want TO hear things
they understand. The beauty Of a
voice alone doesn't impress very
many people. I'm afraid the hoi pol
loi are very much In the majority"
II was seldom that Dixie went
into an intelligent discussion. She
usually wise : cracked her way
through. For once Elanda felt the
force OF her argument and knew
that she was serious.
She went to the piano to vocalize
awhile. anticipating that she would
need TO be n her best voice very
soon.
Wen see. II ! fail, I fail. But
I'm not expecting to. At least I'm
getting my way and having q try"
Dixie went ever and put her arms
around her.
Honey" there was affection in
her voice, lately you and I haven't
been understanding each other too
well. But you mustn't misunderstood
me. ] love you as much al ! could
possibly love my own sister,"
Elanda was particularly touched
because sassy little Dixie was not
a girl to voice her feelings. She
kissed her dark soft cheek.
Me, too, darlin'. I'd do anything
In the world for you-and you know
It."
And I'd do anything In the world
for you-and you know IT,"
Neither Of them suggested how
soon their words were going to come
back TO them again. For in the
weeks that followed Dixie needed
Elanda, and Elanda needed Dixie,
as they never had dreamed they
would be needed by one another.
The door bell rang and Dixie
swered il. She came back with a
huge box.
Flowers, for you. Maybe some
one sent them with congratulations"
They were the first Elanda had
received in New York. She tore the
ribbon off with trembling hands.
Inside was a card with a crest.
Her eyes danced.
They are from Lord Percival
Dusenberry. And 1t says: Flowers
to the fairest flower in the states.
A real American beauty"
"Oh." she Easped, look. they are
gorgeous American beautiesl"
Dixie said With her usual irrever-
ance.
boy, there's certainly been a big
funeral some place. What kind OF
a looking gazabo Is hep"
Elanda described him with elabo-
rations.
Handsome, distinguished. A per-
fectly killing English dialect. You'll
meet him soon. He is taking me TO
dinner this evening. Coming to the
studio. If we finish early enough
I'll bring him down 50 you can look
him over"
Il never could stand silly men
like that" Dixie made a little face.
"Spats and a monocle and all that
stuff. Give me a good old home
cooking American any day."
Well" Elanda said a bit tartly,
don't worry, you don't have to 60
out with him. You can have all OF
your raw Americans you like. I
think it Is exceedingly refreshing
to meet a mar sometimes who has
been brought up like a gentleman.
He has perfectly wonderful man
ners."
Dixie picked up a button from the
sewing basket and put II into her
eye:
"Oh, hi say. what would you say
TO a bit OF chow, old thing? Lady
Dixie Durkin is throwing a tea this
aftahnoon. She's a bit dotty-but
the old thing means well. It's not
her fault-it's the hloomin' blighters
that 'angs around 'er."
You're such an idiot ! can't even
stay mad al you"
Elanda swung q magazine at her
and raised the roof with what Dixie
considered the most painful Of her
faults, vocalizing.
Dixie knew 1t was necessary. But
it was certainly not pleasant TO the
ear. And the neighbors agreed with
her.