Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-08-05
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! saying our place in Paris is ready,
and were to be there and open up
| What place." demanded Curfoot.
anything yet, do you?"
Eddie" interrupted Stull, '1et me
do the talking this time if you
| please
And, to Curfoot:
Listen, Doc: We was up. against
has went wrong since Eddie done
what he done-very damn thing!
Look what's happened since MaXy
Venem got sore and he and Minna
started out to get him! Morris
Stein takes away the Silhouette the
time for Iilith' on Broadway. We
go on the road and bust. All our
Saratoga winnings goes, also what
we got invested with Parson Smaw-
ley when the bulls pulled CUNTS
'Ah, FIR the low O. Mike" began
Brandes. Can that Stuff
"All right, Eddie. I'm tellin' Doc,
that's all. [ amt aiming to be no
crape-hanger; L only want you both
to listen to me this time. If you'd
listened. to me before, we'd have been
in Saratoga today in our own ma
chimes. But no; you done what you
uOHG-1Ou- blu anyone ever llSdI
of such a thing!-taking chances
with that little rube from Brookhol-
low-that freckled-faced mi1lhand-
that yap-skirt! And Minna and Max
having you watched all the time;
You big boob! No-don't interrupt;
You had good money; you had a
theater, you had backing! Quint
was doing elegant; Doc and Parson
and you and me had it all our way
and comm faster every day. Wait,
1 tell you! This amt a autopsy.
two guys all this becuz 1 want you
to realize that what Eddie done was
against my advice. Come on, now;
wasn't it,"
1T sure was" admitted Curfoot,
removing his cigar from his lean,
pointed visage of a greyhound, and
squirting. thoughtfully at the smoke
eddying in the draught- from the
open window.
"Am I right, Eddie?" demanded
Stull, fixing his black, smeary eyes
on Brandes.
We'll, go on" returned the latter
between thin lips that scarcely
moved.
"All right. then. Here's the situa-
hadn't staked us to this here new
game were playin', where'd we be,
L ask you?
1--WE got no income now. CUNTS is
shut up; MaXy Yemen and Minna
Mint fixed US at Saratoga so we
can't go back there for a. while. They
won't let US touch a card on the
since Eddie flimflammed that Bat
Ting Smoke; and 1 told you he'd
holler, too! Didn't II" turning on
BEandes. who merely let his slow
eyes rest on him without replying.
go on, Ben," said Curfoot.
I'm going on. We guys gotta do
something"
Venem," said Curfoot coolly.
glanced stea thily at Neeland, who
quietly turned the page of his book
as though absorbed in his story.
THAT squealer, Max" continued
Curfoot with placid ferocity blazing
in his eyes, ought to have been put
away. Quint and Parson wanted us
to have it done. Was it any stunt
to get that dirty little shyster in
some roadhouse last May?"
RrandeS said:
Pm not mixing with any gunner
after the Rosenthal business"
"Becuz a lot of squealers done a
amateur job like that, does it say
that honest job can't be pulled?'
QendnQ6u CuTIOOC. D1Q (lulnt ana
me ask you to go to Dopey or Clab-
Der or Pete the Wop, or any of them
cheap gangsters?"
"Ah, can the gun-stuff," said Bran
des. I'm not for it. It's punk
Whats punk?''
"Gun-play."
Didn't you pull a pop on Maxey
Venem the night him and Adams and
Minna beat you up in front of the
knickerbOcker?
Eddie was stalling," interrupted
Stull, as Brandes face turned a Gull
beef-red. you talk like a bad actor,
Doc. There's other ways of getting
Max in wrong. Guns amt what they
was once. Gun-play is old stuff. But
listen, now. Quint has staked us and
we gotta make good. And this is a
big thing, though it looks like it was
out of our line"
go on; what's the idea?" inquired
Curfoot, interested.
Brandes, the dull red still staining
his heavy face, watched the flying
landscape from the open window.
Stull leaned forward; Curfoot bent
his lean, narrow head nearer; Nee
land, staring fiXedly at his open book,
pricked up his ears.
Now" said Stull in a low voice,
I'll tell you guys all Eddie and l
know about this here business of
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