Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-05-20
cHAPTER XVII. (Coutinued.)


Nix, said Gee-gee. You've got
me up in the air again. Turn the
little wheel around and let the car
come down. This amt Sunday, and
If | was taking a little Coney Island
treat. ! wouldn't choose you for my
escort"
1T certainly isn't Sunday in the
sense of day of rest" remarked Bob
gloomily. BY this time the hammer
man and Miss Gerald were beyond his
range of vision. But he would not
think of them; he must not. He had
Ia duty to perform here: maybe IT
would do no good, but it was his duty
to try. "That publicity racket Is all
right up to a certain point" he said,
bending his reproachful eyes upon
Gee-gee. But when it comes to
smashing regulations. stretching the
truth In injuring others irreparably--
all for little cheap nauseating notorl-
ety-Well"-Bob hit straight from the
shoulder tell you it's rotten. And
I, for one, shall do what | can to snow
IN the whole conspiracy. That's what
1t u.s. It would be different If you were
going to tell what was SO, but you
aren't. It isn't in the cards
81 don't know what you're talking
about" Gee-gee's tight dress nearly
exploded now. The blood had receded
from her face and left it notified
cream while her greenish eyes gloWed
like opals. Her expression was AMI
malistic. 1t seemed to say she would
like to crush something beneath those
high heels and grind them into 1t.
Eyes, you do" said Bob. "And 1t
will be a frameup for poor old Dan
and Clarence. too!" Dickie's descrip-
ton of what was going to happen re-
Cured to him poignantly 81 tell you
It's wicked cruel thing to do. l re-
peat, it's rotten
II he thought he could overWhelm
Gee-gee by a display OF superior
strength and moral force, he was mis-
taken. Gee-gee wasn't that kind OF
girl. She had some force herself,
though whether of the moral kind Is
another matter
!" wicked Rotten Cheap . she
repeated slowly, but breathing hard.
"Listen to the infant. 'Rotten!' . She
fingered on the word as If it had
familiar sound. "Well, what is life,
anyhow" she flung out suddenly at
the six-foot infant" Maybe you
think this theater business is like 60
ing to Sunday school-that all we
have to do is to hold goody-goody
hands and sing those salvation songs!
Salvation! Gee!" And Gee-gee folded
her arms, She seemed to mediate.
"You know what kind of a salvation
A girl gets down on old Broadway
she scoffed. Aren't the men nice
and kind? Don't they take you by the
hand and say: Come on, little girl
I'll give you a helping hand. But it
isn't up It's all down And every
one wants to see how deep they can
make it, Say, Infant. l was born in
one Of those aven les with letters.
People like thesc'-looking toward
the house-"don't know nothing about
that kind of an avenue. 1t ought TO
he called a rotten alley. That's where
I learned what rotten meant. NICE
young gentlemen like you who TOD
died about with nursie in the park
cant tell me-"
Bob tried not to look small: he en-
deayored to maintain his dignity. he
was almost sorry he had got Gee-gee
started. The conversation was lead
ing into unexpected channels. why,
r toddled about in rotteness," went on
Gee.gee. Cutters were my play
ground" Dreamily. She seemed to
be forgetting her resentment in these
childhood recollections. Sometimes
slept in cellar Goorways, with the
rotten cabbages all around. But they
and all the rest of the spoiled things
seemed to agree with me. I've thrlv-
ed on rottenness, infant" Bob vino
ed cts all that some girls get
Mem" And Gee-gee laughed. Here
was I subject was topic she could
dilate on. Again the opal eyes gleam-
ed tigerishly. i've got lot OF cause
to love EN-. Oh, amt they particular