The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-08-07

1t was as II the beast were regard
ing an OUTSIDE In filet mignons
gaSping under consignment OF
chicken livers. A distant cousin to
shrek left Miss North's lips.
'Mr. Adamsl"
Tacks, who had not been max
ing much progress on his souther-
ly course, wheeled.
i "Yes, ma'am?" he said inquir-
ingly.
For Heavens sake, take this
thing off me. Til-Ill make some
kind of arrangement with you.
Though I'll always consider you
the lowest of the low"
Elation possessed Tacks.
my wants are SIMPLE" he said.
But it's imperative that you have
a date with me this Saturday
night. ! also stipulate that you let
me take you home now"
Saturday night?" walled
Packy, pulling back her head to
avoid a sortie on the part of Lily's
tongue. "You know very well that
/ have a job"
''Poufl What's a job compared
to being consumed by a ravenous
dog in the last stages Of madness.
Besides, I'll get you another job." "
Packy groaned. 81 call it moth
ing less than sheer blackmail."
ITS women like you that drive
men like me to blackmail. Come
on, Miss North. Think fast"
"Oh, all right. guess can man.
age. Only, please, please, get this
dog away from me-"
Right" said Tacks, with alac-
rity. He addressed Lily. Down
you, elephant"
Lily heard and understood. II
the Adams oilcan were going to
get into it, the gong had gone for
| the end of the fun. Reluctantly she
took her paws off Packy's hips,
dropped them to the footpath and
stood in a what next attitude,
awaiting further foolishness.
"You See?" Tacks said. s'It's easy
when you know how"
Boosting And Babbling
DACKY brushed off her skirt in
l dignantly.
Listen" she said, with per-
ceptible GOODNESS, "it isn't part of
this horrible blackmail that ] have
to stand here while you boast"
She strobe away down the path,
Tacks at her heels. Lily, though
unlimited, came along since there
was nothing better to do.
why is that dog following us?"
Packy demanded presently. II
thought you were going to chase
it away"
THAT dog" explained Tacks,
recognizes me as a friend"
well, / can't say ] admire her
taste. But I'd rather she didn't
come with us"
Now, Miss North" said Tacks,
''be reasonable. This dog has OBJ
viously strayed from home. You
wouldn't have me let her get run
over by a truck or something.
would you? ! hope you are going
to approve of my intention of TAX
ing this noble animal to the
S.P.C.A."
ooh, be quiet" snapped Packy.
"As if 1t isn't bad enough to be
here with you against my will
without having you - er = bab-
bling!"
who's babbling? Why can't we
be friends, Miss North?"
Because we can't, that's why"
Socrates would impugn such
logic as that"
Il don't give boot about Soc
rates"
well, we'll talk about some
thing else. How soon do you think
the horse will supplant the air
plane?"
you're not funny. really. I've
never been so bored in my life"
"You look adorable when bored.
/ hope you're bored Saturday
night"
II expect to be-"
well, here we are at the exit.
All we need now is taxi"
A thought struck Packy. "Are
you going to force me to ride with
that dog?"
Tacks spread his hands. well,
/ can't leave the dog here, can II"
Packy tossed her head. She
knew he was right, but she'd be
darned if she'd admit it grace
fully.
ooh, come on!" she said. "But
warn you, this is the final in
suit" Her heels made an angry
sound as they clattered down the
stone steps.
Much against his will q taxi
driver was finally persuaded to
stow Lily away in that space in a
cab that is usually reserved for
steamer trunks. The cab moved
down Fifth Avenue.
Lovely day for a ride, isn't IT."
said TackS conversationaily.
Packy did not reply.
'.Its all right to talk" Tacks
pursued. 'This isn't the Public Lii
brary."
It have no desire to talk to
you"
Gosh, you certainly can keep
q mad going. Il looks as If wen
have q high old time on your way
home"
Centlnnsa temerrow.