New-York tribune., 1907-01-13
PAST ONE
AT ROONEY'S
Confinaea from Daee 6

And what am dom here with him? That
easy"
She stepped low and reached down some
where INTO I swirl OF tlirted drapcrI,s hello.
tropc and tlack. An elastic snapped sht
threw on the table toward Cork :. folded WaG
OF bulls. The money slowly Strengthened itself
wl'h little leiswclv Jerks.
Take that, Jimmy, and let's go" s4id the
girl IN declarln the usual dividends
Mcguire, She SAID the officer You had
Your usual i've 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 vuu.
No, YOU won't" SAID the girl And TT
tell YOU why. W1trcsses saw me give YOU the
money tonight. last week, too. I've been
getting fixed for YOU"
Cork put the wad OF money carefully into his
pocket and sad, Come on, Fanny; let's have
some chop sucv before we 90 home
Clear out quick, both 81 YOU. or III"
The cops hluster tralled away into incorse-
qucntialItv
At the corner oi the street the two halted
Cork handed back the money without a word
The girl took II and slipped ii slowly into her
hand bag. Her exp ession was the same she
had worn when she entered Rooney's that
nIght-she looked upon the world with defiance
suspicion. and sullen wonder.
guess ! might as well say good by here, "
She said dullv. You won't want To see me
Mr.. McManus'"
Il rnightn't have got wise II YOU hadn't give
the snap awav,' sand Cork Why did YOU
do IT,"
hats why. Amt that reason enough 90
Then She began To cry. Honest, Eddie.
vas goin' 10 be the best girl III the world.
hated @ le what ] am; ! hated men: | was
ready almost 10 die when saw Won. And YOU
seemed different from everybody else And
4.
q make You believe ! Was good. and ] We
gol1l' To he good. When YOU asked t. come To-
my house and see me, why, I'd have died rather
than do anything wrong after that Bat
wh.it'S the use of talking about il IN say
good by, II YOU will Mr.. McManus."
Cork was pulling at his ear. Il KNITTED
Malone" sad he. " was the one the cop
wanted
Oh thats al right" s,ad the girl h~tlesslv
1t didn't make any difference about that Do
That was al hot AIR about Wall Street.
don't do nothln' but hang out with ed tough
gang on the East Side"
That all right, too" repeated the girl
II dIdnt make any difference
Cork Strengthened himself and pulled ms ha,
down low could get job Al p'Rren ."
he said aloud but to himself
Good by" sad the girl.
Come on" sad Cork, taking her arm 90 ]
know a place"
Two blocks away he turned with her up the
steps of a red brick house facing little PARK
What house IS this?" She asked, drawing
back. Why are you gong III there"
4 street lamp shone brightly in front
There was a brass nameplate al one side Of the
closed front doors. Cork drew her firmly up
the steps. Read that" said he.
She looked II the name on the plate, and
gave = CRY between moan and a scream
No, no, no, Eddie Oh, my God, no! ]
won't let You do that-not nowl Let me 60
You sha Mt do that You can't-you mus n I :
Not after you knowl No, not Come away
quick oh, my Godi Please, Eddie, come'
Half fainting, She reeled, and was caught in
the bend Of his arm. Cork night hand felt
for the electric button and pressed 1t long.
Another cop-how quickly they scent trou-
ble when trouble is on the wIng-camc along,
saw them, and ran up the steps " Herel What
are you doing with that girl' he called gruffly.
She'll be all right in a minute, said Cork,
" It's straight deal"
=" Reverend Jeremiah Jones read the cop
from the doOrp.ate with true detective cunning.
Correct" said Cork. On the dead level,
we're goin' TO get married -