Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-13
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AT ROONEY'S
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white by turns. Because I've known hin
a wear He's mine. Oughtn't | to know
And what am l dom here with him? That:
easy"
She stopped low and reached down some
where into a swirl of flirted draperies hello
trope and Hack. An elastic snapped, sh,
threw on the table toward Cork a folded wac
of bills. The money slowly Strengthened itsel
wi h little leisrirely jerks
Take that Jimmy, and let's CO." said tn,
girl. I'm declarin' the usual dividends
Mcguire" she SAID the officer. You haC
Your usual five d liar graft at the usual corner
at ten"
"A lie! said the cop, turning purple, You
20 on my beat again and III arrest you every
time | see You.
mo, YOU won't said t girl And II
tell YOU why. Witnesses saw me i've You the
money tonight, AID last week, too. I've beer
getting fixed for You"
Cork put the wad of money caref lily into hi
pocket and sad, Come on, Fanny; let's hav,
some chop suey before we 60 home.
Clear out quick, both of YOU, or I'll
The cops buster trliled away into incense
quentiality.
At the corner of the street the two allied
Cork handed back the money without word
The girl took it and slipped it slowly into hc1
hand bag. Her exp ession was the same she
had worn when she entered Rooneys that
suspicion, and suicn wonder.
81 guess | might we'll say good by here,
she said duly. You wont want to see me
again, of course VIII you-shake hands
Mr.. McManus?'
Il mightn't have got wise if YOU hadn't civ,
do it,"
You'd have been pinched if l hadn't
That's why. Amt that reason enough
Then she began to cry. Honest, Eddie,
was goin' to be the best girl in the world.
hated 20 be what l am; ! hated men; l wa,
ready almost to die when saw you. And yor
seemed different from everybody else. An,
when found you liked me too, why. l though,
I'd make you believe | was good, and | wa
goin' to be good. When you asked to come t,
my house and see me, why, I'd have died rather
than do anything wrong after that. But
what's the of talking about it! III say
good by, if You will, Mr.. McManus."
Cork was pulling at his ear. Il knifeC
Malone" said he. Il was the one the col
wanted"
oh that's all right" said the girl listlessly
1T didn't make any difference about that"
That was all hot air about Wall Street.
don't do nothin' but hang out with tough
gang on the East Side"
That was all right, too" repeated the girl
1t didn't make any difference
Cork Strengthened himself and pulled his ha
down low. Il could get a job at O'Brien's,
he said aloud but to himself.
Good by" said the girl.
Come on" said Cork, taking her arm. &.
know place"
Two blocks away he turned with her up tn,
steps of red brick house facing little park
What house is this" she asked, DRAWN.
back. why are you going in there?"
A street lamp shone brightly in front
There was a brass nameplate at one side of tn,
closed front doors Cork drew her firmly NJ
the steps. Read that" said he.
She looked at the name on the plate, an,
gave a cry between a moan and a scream
mo. no, no. Eddiel Oh, my God, no.
won't let you do that-not nowl Let me go
You sha Mt do that! You can't-you mus t
Not after you know! No, mol Come ava,
quick! Oh, my God Please, Eddie, GOMEZ
Half fainting, she reeled, and was caught il
the bend of his arm. Cork's right hand fel
for the electric button and pressed it long.
Another cop-how quickly they scent trou
bic when trouble is on the wing!-came along
saw them, and ran up the steps, Here What
are You doing with that girl" he called gruftly
She'll be all right in a minute, sad Cork
It's 4 straight deal"
Reverend Jeremiah Jones, read the COZ
from the doorplate with true detective cunning
Correct" sad Cork. On the dead level
we're goin' to get married