The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-08-23

4 OF bllnS IuSIll1E d-QOWH Tie udIh,
had stopped him right at the line
of scrimfnage. Surprised and dis
tracted he now reeled from side
to side, spluttering, choking and
paving futilely at this arrange
ment which covered his face.
It was the Chiseler's trousers.
Destiny, with its infinite capacity
for making monkeys out of NOR
tails, had decreed that the section
of this garment commonly used for
sitting purposes should obliterate
the Adams countenance tempo
rarily. Wherefore the pantaloon
portions, not working for the mo-
ment, descended gracefully from
the Adams forehead and futtered
idly in the night-breeze. As a re-
/ suit Mr.. Adams's appearance, as
he staggered and paved, was not
unlike that of a tWo-trunked ele-
plant on a jag. And it was too
much for Miss Packy North. Miss
Packy North simply stepped daint-
| lily to one side, threw back her
head and gave way to the finest,
most fluent laughter that she had
enjoyed in many moon.
| "W-what is it," suffered Tacks,
speaking indistinctly from under
| the fabric.
| With a Herculean effort Packy
checked her mirth.
| I'll d-don't k-k-know," she
gurgled. "Y-you-you look $50
s-silly."
"T-take it o-off," commanded
Tacks, landing an Intellectual right
on the knee of one of the panta-
looms. ~s.Esa
aOh, herel" Packy giggled. 81
| I'll help you. S-stand s-s-still."
| She lifted the garment of, his
| face. He came up, gasping like a
spent blowfish.
What the hell is that?" he asked
brusquely.
| II don't know" Packy said. "It
| feels s-soft. Oh, you blocked so
| f-f-funny." She began to laugh
| again.
| Tacks struck match.
MY God" he said, 'It's a pair
of pants.
$3.50 I s-s-see," chortled Packy.
| who" Tacks demanded Sc
verely, sis throwing their trousers
out Of this house?"
I'm s-sure I don't k-know,"
| said Packy. Tiff only you could
have seen yourself. ooh, L-Lord!''
| She launched into another gale of
laughter
| Laugh That or
lNTOTHING is better calculated to
arouse the beast in man than
/ a laugh with an undercurrent of
| derision in it. Mr.. Adams suddenly
| lost interest in the trousers. He
| flung them from him angrily. They
draped themselves tastefully over
a Outstanding bush. The next in
slant Mr.. Adams had Miss Packy
| North in his arms. He kissed her
| with kind of justifiabl violence.
There" he said, with savagery.
Laugh that off"
| Packy wrenched an arm free.
Tacks, holding her grimly, more
than half expected a sock on the
nose. To his infinite surprise and
| qualification, he didn't get it. In
stead, the arm went around his
meek.
"Oh, Tacks," whispered Packy
| softly.
Wonderingly, Mr.. Adams kissed
| her again.
"D-darling,s he said, a little
| fearfully, you will-you will :. !"
| Her head went down against his
| shoulder. "Of course. II guess
knew from the first that I'd have
| to, sooner or later. was going t.
hold out little longer, but you're
| so funny and crazy, Tacks. IL
don't think I'd ever have half as
much fun with anyone else"
All at once, rniraculously, Mr..
Adams found himself striding in
| triumph through the heavens. A
star got in his way and he kicked
| it in the pants. For pure Joy he
chinned himself couple of times
| on the rings of Saturn. Then he
| took a long, running slide along
the Milky Way and came down to
| earth again.
/ 'You--you actually mean it,"
he said breathlessly.
i Packy's eyes came I'D to, his.
There was no mistaking the light
| in them. SIS
Well" she said, in strange,
| little voice, what do you Think"
i Mr.. Adams put his long right
arm about her waist.
81 Come" he said masterfully.
/ "Where?" Packy wanted to
know. But she came.
Within" said Tacks grandly.
Listen! Do you think I'm going
| to let that little mutt, Cutler, be
the only one to announce his en-
gagement tonight?"
| Packy hung back.
"Oh, no. Tacks," she said. mot
| in front of all those people"
i In front of the whole cock-eyed
world, if necessary" cried Tacks.
I'm feeling high. I want to 60
places and see people and do
things"
She smiled up at him. Her eyes
were like black stars.
"All right, dear" she said. '.Ii
you want to."
They slipped around the side OF
the house, arm in arm, with the In
ltenti0n of entering by the door
that faced Long Island Sound. II
was as well. perhaps, that they
chose that route or else they might
have met kind of cigar-smoking
Apollyon straddling over the way.
For even as they Quilted the lawn
| q yellow taxi was racing through
the parkland of Saltair Acres.
"Sure this is the right house,
| guv'nor2n inquired the taxi-driver.
i The Assyrian in back bit clean
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