“You know Handy?” he asked, slowly, in his broken English.
“Who’s that?”
“The hole man that ees just go out. ’Is name ees Handy Gor-don.” He rolled his great expressive eyes. “’E’s cra-zee man. Also wot you call loafer: ’e do not work wen ’e wish not to. But, mon Dieu, ’ow ’e can play, that man!” He made a suave, swelling gesture with his hands and arms and heaved up his great bulk gracefully. “’Ow ’e can play! ’Ow ’e can play!”
“He is Andy Gordon!” I exclaimed. “What is he? A weaver?”
“Comment?”
“A weaver? Makes cloth—like this?” I held up the corner of the tablespread.
“Corpo, no!” ejaculated the astonished Pigalle. “Handy ees violinist-a.”
[11] Copyright, 1915, by The Illustrated Sunday Magazine. Copyright, 1916, by Harris Merton Lyon.
HEART OF YOUTH[12]
By WALTER J. MUILENBURG
From The Midland