Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-07-10
By WILL IRWIN

/ and lost. She had chosen the
other arm of municipal warfare
ana married a fireman. since
| then woman had cut but a shadowy
figure in his bachelor life. And here
| in his middle age, the face and f1gure,
| the form and move of woman. was
PLAYING hide and seek among his
thoughts and police duty and police
privilege. He recognized even a GER
tain embarrassment over the coming
meeting like that of youth who has
been slapped by a perky girl. Only
one fact gave him satisfaction. Her
cold withdrawal from him. her genu-
inc indignation. settled f1nally-to his
enchanted mind--certain surmises
concerning one element in the char
acter of Resale LIE Grange. This.
however, raised up regiment OF DIS
turbing thoughts. She had been
professional medium; and a profess
sional medium was half crook; IL
wasn't respectable. With the perverse
yearning of one who has passed his
life among disreputabilities, Martin
MCGEE loved responsibility in wom-
an. And
"How do you do?" said a voice be-
side him, and Rosalie self settled
down on the park bench.
He looked at her without rising,
his first thought to read In those eyes
of hers. which mirrored so many
emotions. her attitude toward him.
The eyes were laughing!
How do you do?" he repeated af-
ter her. And then as though he must
be out with it:
"Say, I guess there's an apology
coming from me-"
IF there is" said Rosalie. there's
one coming from about every man I
ever knew. It's the way of the AMI
NAL. It's a kind of left-hand compli-
ment to the lady, though"
Martin MCGEE. a little unaccus.
toned since his philandering days to
the slender arrows of feminine at
tack, WINGED at this subtle variation
of the common "youre-just-like-
the-rest." 1t stuck full to the shaft,
and in a tender and uninjured spot,
This was different" said he.
$50 they all say" said she. But
she was smiling, and her expression.
while it held amusement, was warm
and mellow. Now, let's overlook
little things. I've come to talk busi-
ness I'm busting with it, She
glanced from right to left, taking in
a faded BLACK hood" of a woman, a
sodden "panhandler" of a man. II
guess we'd better walk" she said.
They rose and threaded the push
carts, the crowds. the confusion and
smells, toward the river.
Now, I'm playing lone hand"
she began. IF things go wrong, I've
only myself to blame; an if they go
right, you get all the credit-as usual.
l want help an no questions asked.
This Black hand outfit of dago detec-
tives-what have you got, that you
can led me?"
you want"
"a detective from the dago squad.
l want him straight an want him
quick an I want him for my own
he reports to me. not to YOU
What for?"
THAT wouldn't be playin' a lone
hand. Do I get him?"
Il suppose you do"
''Well, who's available?' :
Lets see-there's Anzini."
whats he like?"
italian Swiss. Big fat fellow. Lit
tie slow. but straight"
: Next"
"Cuccoli. Born in New York. A
dago lightweight fighter. Works on
the quiet as d stool-pigeon. Likely
to get into trouble, but keen. Then
there's Grimaldi He's scholar
used to be a schoolmaster--and l keep
him on classy dago jobs. He talks
Spanish and French like a native
taught school once In Spain. A little
fellow, and very laxative. Perugini
is the slickest bull of the lot. He's
big and good fellow-but he's pretty
busy now on the dynamitings, they
tell me-
This Grim whatever you call him
this scholar-he's laxative, you
say?"
Yes"
straight, too?' 7s'7<l
YES"
well, want him."
"All right When does he report? ?"
Tomorrow morning at o'clock,
Battery Park--with a description of
me. He amt to call my name first
wait until tell him who 1 am--see?"
Give him a description of your"
ventured MCGEE. verging now on COM
pliment. If 1 do and Maxine Elliot.
or any of them, happen to be taking
an early morning stroll In the
park"
Tell him." said Rosalie, breaking
in, ito watch out for a dear old lady
with hair getting white on top an
lookin' as II she'd seen better days"
He'll never find you!''