Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-05-12

10 DelleNe InaI the streets bCIOIS MN
were a honeycomb of underground tun-
nels
When in doubt, pump the elevator
boy" had always been Lamar's motto.
He turned to enter the house. A
thick rubber mat, bound in metal trip
ped him. He stumbled through the
doorway and collided with a woman.
Bent over he was, he couldn't see
her face. His gaze fell upon a black
leather handbag and a paper parcel
that could have contained anything
from a picnic lunch to a pair of shoes.
Bracing himself against the sides oil
the entrance he tried to get his balance.
Perhaps you'll allow me to pass" a
cold, sarcastic voice broke in upon his
distress.
why, certainly, madam, certainly"
gasped poor Lamar, again threatened
with fall as he tried to be courtly
Then he raised his face. One look
at the dark, slightly aquiline features
and he was every erect and very cool.
On second thoughts" he said calm
ly, Il don't think L will"
Get out of my way, you unmanner-
ly loafer or I'll call the policep she
ragged violently, as she recognized him.
Now. L wouldn't do that if 1 were
you," Lamar said quietly. 4 just
wouldn't"
he came a step nearer and looked
straight into her eyes with a fixed, dis
concerning stare. She backed away.
Are You drunken crazy " she
gasped, real fear dawning in her heart
1 nave been drunk. Some people think
m crazy" drawled Lamar, lust at
present I'm neither. What's the use of
this musical comedy stuff, anyway?
You're under arrest"
Under arrest? Me?" she tossed her
mead, boldly. I'D like to see you try
to arrest mer
You're seeing it now" said Lamar
Simply. Now look here; you're pref
ty long headed. 1 think you don't want
to make a scene in a neighborhood
where you're known; and have people
find out all sorts of unpleasant things
about you.
"Oh, so you think you can bully me
into submitting to arrest, do you? Well
you can't. 1 don't care if people hear
US There's nothing to find out. i
haven't done anything to be ashamed Of
Il"
As her rage grew, her voice rose high
er and higher. For his own sake La
mar did not want scene; so he turned
back the lapel of his coat and pointed
to something that shone there.
See this?" he inquired calmly "A
badge. Doesn't mean a thing except to
a blind man. But these" he put his
hand into his coat pocket, now these
are different They mean lot-espe-
cially to a woman in broad daylight
Just for an instant he flashed pair
of handouts by a chain. They clanked
CONTINUOUSLY as he dropped them back into
his pocket.
DO you come-or don't your" he in
quired politely.
"Oh, I'll CO." she answered after a
minutes thought. But mind you.
you're to pay for this. and pay we'll
False arrest is a serious charge"
Il have "a charge that has that one
beat a mile said Lamar. grimly, as
he led the way and turned to see that
she followed.
Ten minutes later, when she rebelled,
outside the entrance to the police sta
ton, he seized her arm and hustled her
in; bringing her up before the sergeant's
desk.
well, Mr.. Lamar" said the desk man,
leaning over the edge to shake hands,
what can I do for you?"
Il have just arrested this-er-this
lady on suspicion, sergeant"
"Indeed!' the round-faced, gray-haired
officer looked over his glasses, sharply.
name, please"
The woman raised her eyebrows.
Name, 1 said!" Numbered the ser
geant.
"Oh, I don't know that I have to give
it," she said contemptuously.
"Oh. YES you do" Lamar broke in,
"a word to the wise, you know. [ adj
wise you to make as little trouble as
possible. And let me relieve you Of
your parcel and handbag"
La Sale. Alma La Sale" she al
most spat the name at the sergeant.
Address," he went on, writing as ne
spoke.
1901 Quincy street"
Ever been arrested before"
mo. indeed never have. AND
what's more, it's going to be pretty
not for those who attempted 1t this
time
Lamar opened the paper parcel, dis
closing a pair of old shoes, evidently
on their way to the cobblers 10 De
soled and heeled He threw them 10
one side. disappointed. Then with p
caustic MAY T. he opened the hand
bag and dumped it's contents on the
sergeants desk.
For a minute the two men were open
mouthed at the curious collection be-
fore them. There was a powder rag,
chamois caked with rouge, a lip-stick
and a blue pencil. There was a punch
of KEYS. two handkerchiefs, some soiled
personal cards, a tiny mirror and box
of mint tablets There was sample
of dress satin, three old transfers
some cloves and hairpins.
Lamar rapidly searched the mass and
found nothing of importance. Holding
the bag below the edge of the sergeants
desk. he pushed the whole assortment
back with one sweep of the hand, closed
the clasp and handed it to Alma with
low bow.
She snatched it from his hand angri-
". A slow smile Of triumph played
around the corners of her mouth.
well, what're you going to do about
it?" she inquired with a smile.
"I'm going to have you searched
said Lamar quietly. Sergeant, will you
have some one search Miss LaSalle.
please|'
The sergeant pressed the bu7zer at
his right hand. A door at the back
of the room opened almost instantly
portly woman in a blue-and-white
striped dress, partly covered with
white apron, stood at the threshold for
second, then came swiftly into the
room.
Alma looked at her with feline con-
tempt
"Mrs. Murphy said the sergeant,
briefly, will you please search this
woman and make your report on what