About Americus times-recorder. (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current | View Entire Issue (Sept. 12, 1925)
PAGE TWO r -MAYSEYMOWH , [FOOTLOOSE . E’EATDICt PUDTON <- / SEQUEL TO’O&FEAPPEB WE’ ©NEA May took a hot bath, powdered, and perfumed her fresh skin, and began to dress with exquisite care. ! From her trunk she took a care-! fully wrapped pair of chiffon stock-1 mgs, and a lace dress that had been i one of her last extravagances. There was a tiny brown stain on [ one of the frail flounces. It brought back to May the mem-; ory of the first time she had worn the dress. . . a month ago at At lantic City. She had come in cold and wet from a long walk, and had sent down to the hotel kitchen for a pot of hot coffee to drink while she dressed • . . .How easy life had been then! How soft and comfortable! Ah, it was one thing to be foot loose when you had plenty of money . . . but to be homeless, with empty pockets besides! “I’m in rather desperate straits, as a matter of fact,” May finished her thought “Rather desperate straits!’ She took her hand bag from the top drawer of her dresser and count ed the roll of bills in it. It was not much bigger than a cigaret. Thirty five dollars was all there was in it. Three tens and a five dollar bill— Then she picked up her only re- of jewelry from her pincushion. . . a- long bar set with diamond chips. Tomorrow, unless Carlotta kept her as a guest under the roof of the bungalow, she would have th sell that pin; and she did not want to sell it. . . her last treas ure! “So I guess it behooves me to be nice to Carlotta,” she decided, fastening the pin to the cobwebby bodice of the lace dress, “because, if we have a row, I’ll have to get out. . . ’’ But it was not easy to be “nice” i to Carlotta that night. She was in a peevish mood, and her peev ishness took the form of “razzing” May. “Just look here, I’ve burned the soup!” she called shrilly from the kitchen as May emerged from her bedroom and settled herself on the porch. With the sigh of a martyr. May got up and went to her. “I’m so sorry dear,” she said sympatheti cally. She really was sorry for Car- . 4 - 4-A ‘- aa®';; E gFTIiHME »i I ~ J ; I]f 1’ W P; ? I ttZ Wlilh’ I Bringing fei Sal P Th® Great *Singers >/ to Your Home The same tone values that issue F IW f ? rth from gol< J e ? ™ ices of i7W *-^ e & reat soloists of the day are received over the Murdock Ra d*o* For volume, for reception and for pure entertainment noth- * ’ ng Ve you & reater J°y -a the ownership of one of these quality sets. f Chappell Machinery Company Americus, Georgia * Ilotta at that moment, standing flushed and half-tearful beside the hot stove. Carlotta grunted. “Your being sorry doesn't make me a new tureen lof soup. Beautiful Doll!” she snap ped, her eyes traveling up and down ; May, with anger in their depths, “I you’d be? nhere to stir it while I squeezed the oranges instead of dolling yourself up like a manikin, it’d have been more to the point!” With a swift movement of her fat little arm she emptied the con tents of the soup kettle down the sink. “Doggone it!” she cried wild- May couldn't help laughing. “Never mind,” she soothed her. “I’ll run down to the store for some canned peaches and cherries, and we’ll have fruit cocktail to start off with instead of soup.” Without a word she went into her bedroom for her hand bag, and left the house. Half-way down the street a long, yellow car whizzed by her. She caught a glimpse of the two men in it. . . Dan and Gabriel Gugliemo, no doubt! She quickened her step. When she returned the house was brilliantly lighted, and the sound of music came from the open front door. She stole around to the kitch en and noiselessly, deftly, made the fruit cocktail When she had piledi it into frosted cups and set them on the dining-room table, she drew back the portieres with a flourish. “Madame is served!” said the with a bow to Carlotta, and won deerd at the sudden look of concen trated hatred that the little woman flashed at her. If she could have seen herself at that moment she would have known [the source of that look. Her walk in the open air had refreshed her. and she stood there, dewy-lipped and starry-eyed as a dryad, wrapped in her lacy gown. The eyes of Gabriel Gugliemo glowed like coals as they fell upon her. . . the burning eyes of the Italian, who is a bom lover. “You are beautiful!” they said to her, while his lips quietlv her name as Carlotta introduced them, and they followed her every move as she took the highball Dan I offered her, and drank it slowly. “Why have I never seen you be fore?” Gabriel asked, when they were at the table. “I ahve been here for thre solid years and. . . . where have they been hiding you from me?” May laughed. Where did you live befoire you came to this country?” she asked ignoring his questions. Dan answered her. “Gabriel nev er lived anywhere until three years ago,” he said thickly. May saw then that he was very drunk. His eyeballs were covered with little red veins, and his face was darkly flushed. His hands trembled, as he held his fork. “Gabriel caime to lifei suddenliy one afternoon at five o’clock, in the High-art studios dgjyn in Holly wood,” Dan went on, sober as a judge. “He was wearing an Eng lish walking suit, gardenia in his buttonhole, and he held a Russian cigaret in one hand and a flask of Scotch whiskey in the other! Mos’ mysterious!” He gave a single shout of laugh ter, and then became sober, almost melancholy, x again. “No one knows where he came from, or why?" he went./ , “Cer tainly we didn’t need any more shieks either in the movies or out ‘etn!” He turned his blood-shot eyes to May, “Speaking of sheiks, I hap pened to bump into your friend. Henry Harker, this afternoon,” be .went on. “What’ve you been doing to por old Henry?” May gulped. She wondered what in the world Henry Harker had told Dan about her. “Why-why, I’ve been selling reail estate for him,” she answered in a strained voice. “But I quit my job this afternoon.” “Yeah, so I heard," Dan said cheerfully. “I heard his wife caught you petting old Henry, and threw you out in the street!” He laughed drunkenly as if he had just heard the best joke of the year. May’s face went scarlet, then snow white. She put her hand out to the wine glass that stood beside her plate. She drained it. She forced herself to smile. AMERICUS TIMES-RECORDER “Who told you a tale like that, Daniel?” she aske dwith a pathetic attempt at lightness. Dan schrugged. “01’ Man Hark er, himself!” he replied joyfully, ' and bent low over the table in a burst of foolish laughter. There was an answering ripple ' from Carlotta. May looked at ner, and saw that she was almost as 1 drunk as Dan, himself. “How many highballs did they : have before dinner?” May asked Gabriel, who sat, looking at her, ' with a queer smile on his dark, ' handsome face. “About four, I sjiould say,” he said quietly. He looked through the curtains into the living-room where ! a bottle of Scotch stood upon the center table. “Good stiff ones, too!’ May got to her feet, and' carried 1 the empty cocktail cups into the kitchen. Somehow or other, she put ' the rest of the meal upon the table , and served it. Dan Carlotta ate nothing. Dan had brought the whiskey bottle ! from the living-room and had made fresh highballs for everybody. “Don’t want to eat! Nobody wants to eat!” he declared, child- 1 ’’Mv pushing’ his plate away from him. “Who wants to kill a peppy ■ party with food?” “Nobody!” answered Carlotta, i ‘Nodbody wants to eat. . . Gimme a cigaret, somebody!” Gugliemo solemnly lit one for her. and passed it across the table. Then he picked up his fork and began to.eat'. “The dinner was delicious"’ he said to May when he had finished. “There is desert May answered vaguely, but he shook his head. “T wouldn’t Insult such a meal with a sweet,” he said, pushing back his chair. “Let us leave these two to their highballs, and go out doors. You California stars are too magnificent. .. He spoke as if > the other two could not hear what i he said. I New Arrivals In Jewelry ! Jewels and Jewelry of the highest quality, such is the mer chandise that is offered with assurance by this store. At our moderate prices the values are rare, indeed. Americus Jewelry Company FARMS ‘For Sale 585 acres level land; 7 miles out on paved road; 350 acres cleared; 7-room house, 4-room house, 4 tenant houses. This is a nice home, near churches and schools; healthy. This desirable farm, be longs to anestate and they want to sell for division, hence the low price of $35 an on easy terms of one-fourth cash. Now is the time to make your arrangement* for 1926. If you want to Buy, Sell or Rent— Come to see me. P. B. WILLIFORD Office Windsor Hotel Americus, Ga. Now Is The Time To Buy Fisk Tires tune io Retire? fl |ih|fk ’ ) Bum IW FISK I ■ ® est l * res y° u can I Xgari buy—honest value, I | first See Us and Get Our Prices I Quick Service Tire Company Lamar Street Americus, Ga. And indeed Carlotta and Dan seemed to be deaf as they sat there, staring beyond the candles that flickered in the middle of the table tbove a bowl of yellow roses. But as May and the Italian left the dining-room Carlotta roused her self and called after them: “Going to stage a little petting party, Maifcie?” she asked with piercing sweetness, in her thick un steady voice. _ May pretended not to hear. She opened the screen door and stepped out into the cold California night, followed closely by Gugliemo. “The people in your country. . . they drink too. much,” the Italian said, as they stood at the edge of the porch and looked out at the purple, star-studded night. “And when they drink too much they tell too much! . . Is it true that she lady thrqw you out of her husband’s office this afternoon?" “Os course not!” May answered indignantly. She heard a noise be hind her and saw Carlotta and standing in the shadow of the hall way, listening to them. Spying qn them! “Let’s go back into the house,’ she said to Gugliemo. “It’s cold out here!” “I thought I told you to leave Gugliemo* alone!” Carlotta said to her the minute the door had closed behind the two men. some three hours later. She reeled and dropped heavilyi into a chair. Her cheeks were mot tled and puffy, and there was a glaze over her blue eyese. “Let’s not talk about it tonight. Carlotta,” suggested in the soothing tone a nurse might have used to a half-insane patient ‘Won’t tomorrow do?” Carlotta scowled. “No, tomorrow won’t do. . . because there isn’t going to be any tomorrow!” she an swered. “‘You’re going tonight? Now!” “Very well.” May raised her eye brows disdainfully. At that moment SATURDAY AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 12, 1925 she was the very picture of Lem uel Fishback’s Spanish duchess. She got up and went into her bedroom to pack her trunk. Car lotta followed her. “Living here in my house on my bounty!” shie stormed. “Eating my food, sleeping under my roof, and npt paying me a red cent!. . . . . A»d then, when I ask you to give me a chance to make a man like me, you vamp him away from me under my very nose!. . . You’re a fine friend, you are!” May turned on her with blazing eyes. “Who invited me here!” she asked furiously. “I didn’t ask my self here, remember!” “Well, I’m asking you to go” Car lotta answered. “I’m asking you to go, and never darken my doors agnin. Never!” And with the melo dramatic' dignity of the very drunk she_walked elegantly into her own room and locked the door behind her. DUDLEY’S QPERA ffOUSE Monday and Tuesday Pqla’s Charming! aoolph zuKoa jesse l iaskv / a \ wHiMv kJ Negri charms as never \ 1 before in “The X. 1 Charmer.” X. I The story of a Seville 1 dancer who became the talk of New York. Pola Nedri IN ' CF the charmer: OLCOTT PRODUCTION We pay a fortune for the rent of this one for two days, but Dudley’s prices prevail, which means— Matinees, 10c and 15c Nights, 10c, 15c and 20c Monday Coolest Place Tuesday in Town RYLANDER ‘The Painted Lady’ * i with ' George O’Brien, Dorothy Mackaill, Harry Morey Flaming yuoth de luxe; a woman’s strength and a man's weakness; a woman’s weakness and a man’s strength; per ils and temptation of the fearless flapper; the joys and sor rows of e modern Magdalen. A draing double-barreled plot from the Saturday Evening Post story. William Fox attraction. x COMEDY AND NEWS CARLOS RESTIVO The world’s fireatest accordionist, here Thursday, Friday and Saturday May telephoned for a taxicab to take her and lj£r trunk down to the little hotel near the station. Then she turned out the lights in the dining-room, locked the kitchen door and sat down to wait. From Carlotta’s bedroom came the sound of heavy snoring. Pres ently May heard another sound. . . the ratting of her taxi as it came up the street. “Footloose again!” she sighed to herself as she climbed into it. and was whirled away. (Continjyd) FOR WORKING PEOPLE The best of workers get out of sorts when the liver fails to act'. They feel languid, half-sick, “blue” and discouraged and think they are getting lazy. Neglect of these sj mptoms might result in a sick spell, therefore the sensible course is to take a dose or two of Herbine. It is just the medicine needed to purify the system and restore the vim and ambition of health'. Price 60c. Sold by NATHAN MURRAY, Druggilt
