Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-10-20

just out of the jug. you see? An he
knows the force'll watch out for him.
So he'll mix up with a lot of other da-
goes, an maybe get a job daytimes, SOS
to have an excuse for being here.
Well, he don't love work, but he ices
love booze: an he gets through at 8
p. m. with an awful thirst. So we'll
hunt for him first where they sell the
demon rum"
He dived into the police station.
leaving me standing outside, and pres
emily emerged with the lust of the hun
ter in his eye.
1--WE located every cheap red-eye en-
porium in our beautiful little city.
Now you spot all the fruit stores an
~shoeblacks an guinea grocers we pass,
an We'll talk them later"
you'll have to be careful how you
inquire after him. / said.
81 amt. I'm looking for his cousin,
Giuseppe. that looks like him. Blue,
an hairy, an tattoo-marks on his
hands, you said. Come on"
We went through two or three sa-
looms, where Maclean loitered what
seemed to me an unconscionable time,
weaving into an elaborate discussion of
things in general, some curiosity as to
the whereabouts of an Italian debtor
whose name and personal affairs varied
surprisingly without in the least alter
ing his description. l knew that Mac
had an inventive genius. but I was as
tonished at its fertility of detail.
Il didn't expect anythin' in those
JOINTS" he %conhded, as we pushed
through a swinging door. They're n
peg too good for him. I just wanted
to hear myself talk, an get up n =
speed. Now, this place looks better.
You take settler after this, or a cigar.
Their snake-medicine'd poison you.
Me. I'm immune"
1t was low-ceiled and smoky, and
full of large ~cuspidors and small tables.
The bottles were few,r, and glittered
with gilt ornamentation, like the bot
ties of a barber shop. A veil of dingy
mosquito-netting protected the mir
rors. The bartender was blue-shaven
and deliberate, with a neat trick Of
sliding bottles and glasses, without up
setting them, several feet along the
dark, dull surface of the bar.
Giovanni Scalpiccio been in to-
night" Mac asked casually. after ten
minutes of excise problems and the
pure food law.
IF he has, he amt left his visiting
card" returned the bartender. What
do you think I am-delegate from the
organ-grinders' union? l don't keep
tab on every Italian dago that comes
into the place. What kind of a lookin'
Teller is he?"
IT don't know. They all look alike
to me. oh, a mo~nkey-faced guy. all
tattooed-works up the line here a
little. His wife owes me on a sewin'-
machine. Told me he was down here"
Seems to me I seen that ~feller." the
bartender reflected. Talks all chokey,
don't he? Yes, he was in tonight,
about half an hour ago. Made an argu-
ment becuz I wouldn't hang him up-if
that's him."
l waited, shutting with impatience.
while Maclean bought cigars and
slowly changed the subject. Then l
burst out of doors so hurriedly that l
collided with two Misunderstanding in
d~ividuals who were coming in.
What shall we do now?" l de-
manded.
'"Take a cigarette instead o that
Simsbury cabbage, an cool off. If it's
our guinea, he's huntin' free drinks all
UP the street. Well run into him the
next two or three places, somewhere"
In the next we drew a blank, but in
the one after we learned that our man
had just left; and to my disgust, were
forced to listen to a circumstantial az
count of his pleas and expedients N
quest of liquor on credit. | was mofe
certain than ever that it was Carucci
himself, and hurried Mac on to The
next saloon. To my surprise, he led
the way to a table in the farthest cor
ner and sat down with his hack to the
door.
"You look here, Laurie" he NUT
tered. leaning across the table as the
bartender went back for our order.
There's more doing in this than we're
wise to. Did you see those two ginks
that we ran into in the door back
there?"
ITO he Continued Tomorrow