The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-07-23

of her feeling for him that she, alone
of all the world, called him by the
name his mother had given him. 81
got some pork chops yesterday
shall l cook them with tomatoes. the
way you like? l thought they'd be
little surprise for you"
BLESS your heart, kiddol" he said.
He caught her in his arms and kissed
her gently, this time without shame.
facedness. "And l got a little surprise
for you tool" he told her. Come
here! Say, lamp the look O. that"
He drew out the pocketbook, opened
it and threw the four bills on the table.
Found it-lot of good Christians
wouldn't even look at it-left it for me.
Say, how does it 1ook?"
Hail Columbia" murmured the
girl land l was just wondering how
we was going to eat after tomorrow,
Say take the little one and go out for
a. pie? Well have gorge-and you
won't have to go to work again for
a week or two, will your"
She reached for the bill with sun
light, sunlight especially because he
wouldn't have to work at once, it ap
peared, on her face, but he stopped
her.
Wait" he said. "There's another
thing that's got to be settled before
eats. Set down.
The girl sat down across the table
from him. The sunlight disappeared
from her face under sudden mist CT
doubt. He sat down on the other side.
The money and the purse lay neglected
between them.
THAT squealer-that Simp Karpy-
seen anything of him since left?' he
demanded.
She stammered: 'Why-Harry-
no-I-no, haven't" She was fright
ened by the change that had come
over him. He was suddenly hard
sneering, wolf-cruel; his lips lifted at
the corners to show his teeth.
81 amt never said much" he
growled, "but I always thought may
be it was some on account of you,
wanting to get me out of the way,
you know, he squealed on me. You
know how he always made up to you.
Now l been thinking"
But, Harry, l never so much as
looked at him-I never" she cried.
There know it it. You don't git
me right grille" he said, and laid
one of his hands, his long, white
supple hands, on her. 81 know you're
On the square. Here's what's on my
mind: That Simp, that squealer--
while I was up l swore l wouldn't
be out a day before I croaked him.
And Pm goin' to make good-see?"
She seemed relieved that the matter
was no more serious, nevertheless she
protested: "But, Harry, why not put
it off little while, anyway? They'll
git you sure There's been too much
of this croakin'-"
Forget it," he commanded. Hes
still hangin' round Slezak's gin
mill, amt he? You know where you
can reach him."
81 guess So admitted the girl.
Her lips made a tight, straight line.
She was loyal to her man, her eyes
said if he was determined to be-
come murderer-well, he was still
her man.
81 want you to git in touch with
him." Sinkers became calmer now
that he had the business under way;
he leaned back and stuck his thumbs
in the armholes of his vest like mer
chant about to consummate a deal. 81
want you to pretend you're sore on rde
ready to throw me over for him
see? He don't know I'm out, less'n he
found out got ten months off for good
con, and he's too big fool to find that
out Tonight want you to walk him
past me when Pm hangin' round back
of Slezaks, and I'll fill him so full of
hot lead"
Her eyes had taken on some Of the
hardness of her own, but she inter-
rupted plaintively: "Oh, Harry, not
Just tonight, the first day you're
home!"
81 don't care whether I'm home o.
not till 1 git that off my mind" he
swore, tapping the toble lightly with
his long fingers. Now, git me
straight"
He choked on the word and leaped
to his feet. Some one had knocked.
They had been too busy with their
own plans to notice the warning that
the five flights of wooden stairs were
especially constructed to give. They
had even forgotten to lock the door;
not that locking doors made much
difference if it was Central ONCE
man come to let them know that
Headquarters knew Mr.. Sinkers Ma
lone was out.
Central office men had pleasant
way of doing that.
But Central Office men seldom
knocked; or, if they did, they knocke