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THE DEMOCRAT-VOICE, COLEMAN, TEXAS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1928.
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LITTLE SINS
By KATHARINE BRUSH
WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO f ill:
0»y Leonard, young, bt-autifi)l. spoiled
darling of fortune is the center of attrac-
tion at a gay dance in Boston on the
eve of a Harvard-Xale football game. Her
escort Is Alan Pomeroy, an athletic young
street below, Dolly Quiun bad seen
that sign across the tall top of the
building. Always it had stirred her
imagination, excited her faintly.
.. _ „ „ ....... Garden of Jazz. Moon and stars
sense Td marry him, but I haven't a par- ancl P«fumed floaeio and lovely se-
ticie—r'm happy to say/' she meets many cret shadows, and a soft and rhytn-
admirers but her thoughts are with, jerry I mic melody dreaming through . . .
Davis In New York, a fascinating man i q,-.„ siEfbof! now lookina about her
whom her parents have forbidden her to | slSnea now- lOOKlltg auoui au
see. Gay leaves Alan to do a little work Die moon was a spotlight. The
stars were yellow bulbs in a dingy
plaster sky. The flowers were wire-
stemmed paper flowers strewn over
the latticed walls. The shadows
were not lovely, but suggestive, and
the melodics did not'gently dream,
they nightmared. . , .
Boom! Boom Why does my baby
cry HI-1
Ah said crrrr-iiiii
She sat rilone at a little painted
table, a bead in the giant necklace
of tables that encircled the vast
waxed floor. Tire clasp of the neck-
lace wt\s the orchestra's platform, j
an oblong clasp, chased with the
gold and 'silver of instruments,
gemmed with a lighted drum like
a preposterous ruby.' Outside the
necklace there were other tables all
■the way-to the walls; inside, a few
couples were dancing, close-locked
in the serai-gloom.
Because she know-HO-ose
All’ll .get a hew gal
By an’ by
Her table was close to the orches-
tra. A deafening location and not,
she perceived, particularly strategic
from a business standpoint. The
on her complexion.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY.
CHAPTER 3.
Smiles in a Garden.
That same November Friday night
was Dolly’s Quinn’s first night as a.
hostess at the Broadway Garden of
Jazz. She had already begun to
suspect that it might be her last.
As outlined by the proprietor that
afternoon to herself and one other
neophyte, the duties of a hostess at
the Garden of Jazz were simple.
Pure and simple. "Each o’ you,"
the proprietor had said in an oily
voice assisted by facile baboon
hands, “have one o’ them little ta-
bles. You set there, an’ when a
gen’l’man comes along wot likes
your looks, he says hello, an’ you
say good evenin’ and smile at him
frien’ly.”
"Then if he wansa dance a little
bit you take him to that ticket win-
dow, see, over there, and he buy
tickets.. The tickets is twenny-five
cents the dance an’ the more he
buvs th» more you got out of ft
see* tf he don’t wanna rtaue" h
sets (town af the .table with -you
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see, an’ you call a waiter an’ von ..closer you were to the orchestra the
an’ him‘order. An’ the more farther you were from the‘entrance;
ordered the more you get too, see" and the ehtering patrons were snap-
You mount the check, unnerstan’? ■, petl UP before they got to you.
I got a goil woikin’ here for,me.; During Dolly Quinn’s first quar-
Clarice her name is,, with a fine ter of an hour in the Garden of Jazz
appetite, see—” the proprietor wink- perhaps a dozen unaccompanied
ed owlishlv "—an’ .she makes bis males” had strayed through the
money, big! An’ all straight'add swinging gate at the far-end. Of
proper, see? Everythin’ fine. Strip’* these, only two had come her way.
ly high class dance place, I got here One, evidently a habitue of the
Best in New Yoik." place, had passed her by with a
fc But it was rather difficult, to b.- grin and a “Say! Look who’s with
ligve the proprietor. ' us!" and sought "the society of. a
Garden of Jazz. Often, from thr girl two tables beyond, with whom
he appeared to be on possessive
terms.
One bad deliberated long between
Dolly and the redhead at the table
adjoining. He had stood off and
scrutinized them both ,in the calm
arid comprehensive manner of a
shopper contrasting the relative
merits of two upholstered chairs.
He had finally chosen the redhead,
probably because the frien’ly smile
recommended by the proprietor had
remained fixed on the redhead’s lips
throughout, while Dolly Quinn had
permitted hers'tb wither, finally,
into something rather resembling a
sneer.
She reproved herself afterward.
"That’s no way to act. I’ll never
get anywhere that way. But his
eyes! Ugh. Awful,”
Between dances the spotlight
moon died out and the lights blaz-
ed' up, and it was noon in the Gar-
den. Brilliant, hot high noon. Dolly
stared with interest around the oval
of ringside tables. A girl, a hostess
like herself, presided over every one
of them. There were blond girls
and dark girls, bobbed and unbob-
bed, all young, all in evening dress,
all brightly rouged and lipsticked
and whitely, grotesquely powdered.
There were (She counted) thirty
hostesses, at thirty little tables.
Those who had already appropri-
ated partners leaned intimately to-
ward them above the ‘ table tops,
giggling and flirting. Those who
were Still unattached slumped low
in their seats in attitudes of some-
how rigid relaxation, and watched
the swinging gate attentively.
Constant small traffic went on.
Couples erdssed to the corner booth
marked "Tickets,” and returned.
Waiters in aprons trotted here and
there. A clgaret vendor with a lad-
en tray under one bare plbow saun-
tered lackadaisically., Crying her
wares. '
Girls and men slapped in by the
gate found tables beyond ttje inner
circle and settled down to fatuous
tete-a-tetes. Men alone entered ana
"Say-look who's with us!" said a rough habitue of the Garden of Jazz as Dolly sat waiting.
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“No, no, no!
began—some sheepishly, some bold-
ly—the tour of Inspection and se-
lection.
One approached Dolly Out of the
tail of her eye she. spied him. a
massive figure, headed straight for;
her. She thought, "Now.” Now 1
“You—oh, let me go!”
Dolly’s smile of welcome was al-
most genuine.
, "Good evening,”-she said, accord-
ing to forinula.
"Same to you, many of ’em,” re-
turned the young man. With a
backward motion of his arm he slid
must look at him and smile.” Think-; the empty chair between his knees,
ing which, she looked away from j and sat down. He folded both arms
him. at a sign tucked among the | on the table and thrust his face
paper roses on the nearest wall.
“Vulgar and indecent dancing will
not be tolerated.” She found her-
self studying the sign as if it were
a puzzle, noting how soiled it was
and greasy, and how one of- the
paper roses almost obscured the
"Not." ...
"Lo there, little one!”
Slie saw his hands first. They
were grasping the back of the op-
posite chair. Pudgy hands, with
grime in the Huskies, and broken
nails, and a diamond on one of the
squat little fingers. Her glance trav-
eled up the blue serge sleeves, over
the striped silk shirt and the frayed
tollar. He had two chins. | His
mouth drooled a little at the cor-
ners and smirked hideously; and his
teeth were stained tobacco-brown
in the crevices.
To the mouth Dolly said, glanc-
ingno higher, "I’m so sorry I—this
place -is taken.”
She felt .curiously limp when 'he
had left her. The drop of his hands
from ; the chair-back, the receding
thump of footsteps bearing him off
to more hospitable climes;, unnerv-
ed her, the sudden safety after
ghastly peril. She drew a deep
breath, and turned her head to
watch him go. It occurred to her
that he might watch thereafter and
if r.o one came to-occupy the chaii
to which he had aspired, report her
to the proprietor. "Well, let him,
she said to herself grimly.
But another did come, not more
than a minute later.
This was a young man, garbed in
a young way that he himself would
unquestionably have described as
“snappy.” He came with a strut
his red chocs, adorned with pat
terns of pockmarks, peeped from be
neath gray trouser-legs like two
long skirts hung on the same band.
He wore a woolly vest, a .factor-tied
.bow tie, and a dark coat with a
round white button pinned to the
right lapel: "If you can read this
•yotuare too damn close." the button
scoWed coyly in red enters.
FtV the rest, the was
shorl and shiny-haired .arid lately
shaverv a'nd withal such an im-
provement, on his predecessor that
toward Dolly's. It was rather a
handsome face, in a soda-clerk sort
of way. Nevertheless -she drew back
slightly. ■
"You're new here," he • stated.
"Am I right?”
"Yes, this is my first evening.”
“Thought I never seen you be-
fore. What’s your name?"
"Quinn.”
"And aside from that? I mean,"
said the young man when she fail-
ed to interpret, “what’s the rest of
it? What do I call you when the
lights go out?” ■ ,
"I—my first name is Dolly.”
"Dolly, huh? And depend on me,
boys, she’s some dolly! Yes sir!
I’ll shout that above the static. Like
it here?”
"I guess so. It’s kind of soon to
tell.”
"You’ll like it,” the young man
predicted. "Good place. Good crowd,
most nights. I’ve had some big
times up here. See that peroxide
baby straight across? Purple dress,
lookin’ this way?”
"Yes.”
"She's sore as a . floorwalker’s
corn.”
"Why, what about?’
"Cause I’m here with you. 'Cause
I tossed her the third strike about
a week ago. Her and me used to
be just like that—till then." "That"
was a close conjunction of two fin-
gers on the young man’s up-propped
.fight hand. He held them so for a
moment, then plunged them into a
vest pocket. They flipped out again
with a white square cocked between
them. "My card,”., said the young
man impressively.
Dolly read, "James (Gyp) Mac-
mahon.” And printed in small fa-
cetious letters in the lower corner,
“If you forget it, ask Central."
"Gyp is ju&t a nickname the boys
gimme," he explained. Seeing that
sheAtas about to restore thr card
to nun, he added with a grandiose
air, "Keep it, keep it, I got thou-
san’s.”
A Waiter strolled near their table,
interrogated Dolly with his eye-
brows. Obviously; action was ex-
pected of her, and sqon.
"Sh-shall we order something to
eat?” she stammered. Somehow it
was inordinately difficult to ask.
She would as soon, she told herself,
have stopped a stranger on the street
and implored him to buy her a
sandwich.
James (Gyp) Macmahon shook
his head. "Naw. L ain't hungry.”
The wrater came to her aid.
“Maybe a little something to drink.”
Mr. Macmahon regarded the wait-
er coldly. "Pete,'' he said, "I know
what you got here. And if I want
any I’ll say so. I can make up my
mind easy, without no help from
you.”
"But maybe, the lady—”
“The lady,” interrupted the lady’s
escort with conviction, "don’t want
nothin’ either, yet a while. She
don’t want,. nothin' but' music, so
she can dance with me,” He cap-
tured Dolly's small hand and flat-
tened it between damp, squeezing
palms^ '"Am I right, baby?”
, (Did all the eyes in the Garden
have that look—that look that made
you want to slap faces?)
“I bet you can dance like a fool,”
he continued: Then, “What's the
matter?”
"Nothing,” Dolly said. She had
attempted to withdraw her hand.
"I thougfit we'd better go over to
the booth and get some tickets, that
was all.”
“No need. I got plenty. Some I
had left over.” Mr. Macmahon re-
leased the hand of his own free
will and reached in a hip pocket.
He produced a worn black wallet,
parted it with his thumbs, and took
out a pack of small pasteboards cor-
seted with an elastic band. These
he sorted. A rain check from the
Polo Grounds. A pass to a cinema
theater in Passaic. Two trips on a
Coney Island roller coaster. A pawn
ticket. Several cigaret coupons. A
soda water check worth 15 cents.
A Lackawanna fare refund slip.
Lastly, a considerable collection of
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Williamson, J. T. Coleman Democrat-Voice (Coleman, Tex.), Vol. 47, No. 44, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 1, 1928, newspaper, November 1, 1928; Coleman, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth747999/m1/9/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Coleman Public Library.