Evening star., 1935-03-10

enlighten them about the drought. Gertrude
Stein, rainbow trout, the future of China, and
whether, when he got there, he would let
Paris 60 on acting that way, or take it over
and run it like Jackrabbit Creek.
So it came to pass that, when he had seen
merely the headlines in the evening paper.
Cordwood fled to the RMS. Dibsom0nia,
and hid there, though they were not to sail
for three more days. He was 50 irritated that
he hoofed the absent banker Scallion out Of
the Royal Suite, and irascibly took it for
himself.
Percy and he had admitted that in New
York they would have to do some fancy
planning to content every one with their
accommodations on the Dipsomania, since for
over nine hundred pilgrims. there were only
seven hundred and eighty first t-class beds, and
some hundred and twenty-one would have
to be content with tourist third. (That was
according to official figures, though actually,
before they left New York, the number was
lessened by eleven, who went to Harlem and
were not found till three days after the
sailing.) Cordwood had modestly planned to
be one of the third-class, along with the
young people. but now he irritably tore the
Scallion card from the dainty violet door of
the Royal Suite, put his own card up, entered,
threw his hat on the grand piano and his
shoes on Neo- Gothic desk, and rang for
drink
He had settled into calmness the next
evening and was sitting on the boat deck
watching the skyscrapers against an apple
green sky, feeling that perhaps, after all, he
really would enjoy Paris, when Maybelle
Benner came up to him, her heels pleasant
tapping on the deck boards, drew over deck
chair, patted his hand, and intelligently said
There! know!"
But" snarled Cordwood, "they made me
say was going to rent some dog gone street
they call the Champs Elysees" he made it
rhyme with dambs pleases land grow potatoes
on it. Those newspapers! And they made me
ask whether Napoleon was fruit or drink
And one of EN- had phony photograph of
me - my head pasted onto fake business, 50
it looked like was riding in chariot at the
head of the band"
II know. MIR. McGash. but now it's all
forgotten. New York wouldn't remember it
for more than two days if Bishop Cannon
were arrested for bootlegging -"
HAS he been9 Hurray!'
mo, no, no! / just mean that as an
example,
How'd you find me, Maybelle2 Good of
you to take the trouble
II made MIR. Willoughby tell me
Cordwood"
"How? That's tight-mouthed lad -
"Oh, just told him I'd 90 to the news
papers and say he'd been arrested for EN-.
bezzling the funds of the tour"
"He hasn't been, has he?" sighed Cordwood
mo. not yet" sighed Maybelle
Like Mr.. Swinburne, then, they were full
of the sunset and sad, if at all, with the full
ness of joy. Cordwood dared to touch the
fleecy end of her scarf, but she did not know it,
He sighed. She sighed They sighed together
- then sat up and giggled.
Listen to us two old things getting home.
sick. My! know we'll love Paris, but what
do you bet we're just as pleased as can be
when we get back to Jackrabbit! My! that's
sweet town! Do you remember how nice
the box-elders are in the courthouse square?"
"And l haven't seen one show-window
slicker or tastier dressed than Cohen &
Cabot's!'
"And the creek isn't awfully big but my.
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