Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-02


proposition. too. Now, what | want
is to bunch you three into kind of an
organization to push out the pre-
scriptionS for me-
"Shove EN-, you mean, eh?" in
quired Dan eagerly. his vanished
looking eyes lighting with sudden
eagerness-for in this business lay
what unlimited opportunities of ac-
cess to the coveted, forbidden drug!
rs that it?"
Yep answered Meiny, nOdding.
IT'S brand new stunt to me, an I
need help. My end of the game'll be
providin' the prescriptions. You an
the Graun skirt an her old dame
if we can land hei--will be the sellin'
force. There's a gold mine in it, if
we work it right. Are you on?"
"Surest thing you know! What
rake off do get?"
ooh, the rake off will be fixed
right"
ITS got to be- said rat face:
"'cause in case Of n fall I'm liable to
play checkers with my nose on iron
gratin's."
l.
fears. Remember you got protec-
ton. The old gents always back O
me. What more do you want"
Reassured Dan drained off his
liquor, coushed, and reached for an
other cigaret. Meiny regarded him
closely for u moment, then contin-
ued:
"The main thing, now, is to map
out the proposition. How can we
shove the stuff best? I've got n
bunch we could pull some kind Of
CHART begin scheme as blind.
The molls an you could work the
Back Bay With subscription lists for
the mission. No end o them silk
stockin's are on the dope. It'll be a
cinch for you to give EN- the once
oveA' an size 'em up, when You get
tall<in' mission work to EN-. If You
make EN- as dopesters, put the Ques-
| ton diplomatic, an ten to one WORTH
make a quick sale an clean mp prop
er. Gold mine? Nothin' to IT. COM
ipared to this."
Rat face sucked at his cigaret for
moment. locked dubious, and then
shrugged his dim shoulders.
81 dinno," said he at last. 1--WE
got to play il pretty wise TO get by.
Buntin' round up there, were takin'
chances. An then, besides, them
PEOPLE mostly gil has their own doc
tors that supply 'em. My idea would
be to work the bar rooms, dumps.
missions, an such like. Amt so
much kale to he pulled down, but It's
safer. an we could shove all the
| dope we could get. Half of the guys
| there is on the stuff, an they'll dig
up their last nickel for it, or my
name amt Dopy Dam"
| Meiny pondered all this. then
| showed back his glass across the
sticky table and stood up.
| Come on" said he. II can't set
| tie this now. Fact is. amt very
| wise to the game yet. Best thing we
can do is pike down to Boggs Court
an have rag chew with the old
| gal She's wise. all right; what she
says, goes. An she's good 70" any
game, too, So longs she can pick UP
the dust Waiter"
Ganymede, thus summoned, COL
lected coin for the drinks, plus a lib
eral tip--for Meiny we'll appreciated
the value of privacy in Croip's back
room whenever he might need it.
| Then the two associates issued forth
into the stewing squalor of Moon
| street., Together they turned down
/ to the left, into Fleet street. on thetY
way toward Hanover and the mis-
i sion But at the corner of Garden
| Court lust before they had reached
the pulsing aorta of the North End,
Meiny stopped with a low oath OF
surprise.
New gospel joint" he exclaimed,
pointing at lighted windows which
| n gold letters bore the words:
THE LITTLE HAVEN.
| "Thought knew every damned sky
mill in the burg he added, but
here's one on me- Must, ha' been
started recent. | was down here d
week ago or so, an there was fur
nished room joint on this corner.
Know anythin' about this new dump,
kid?"
Dan twitched his shoulders ner-
vously.'
Not much: but it's on the level, l
guess, from what / hear" he an
swered alphabetically. as if even the
mention of any Honest dealing were
an affront TO the nostrils of Meiny
which it truly was. "TheS say a
straight boostin' proposition, near
tho it's probly only Il blind, same
as all the rest of 'em, eh?
by. this intrusion on his demesne.
"'rhey all got the same game-theyre
all eettin' by with it. What kind of
duck is runnin' this Dump
"Search me; but l hear he's good
guy" answered Dan, more and more
conciliatory in his manner. Mind
you, I don't know nothin personal
about him. but that's what they're
sayin' around here"
Good gly?' demanded Meiny still
peering resentfully< at the cozlly
lighted windows, thru which clean
Illness and cheer seemed shining out
on the dark way of misery that ran
before them what d'you mean,
good guy? The kind we can fix. in
case we want to do any biz in this
neighborhood? ?"
~Rat face looked dubious.
"They're tellin' around the North
End that he's on the dead level" he
murmured still more humbly. You
might have thought that the puis-
SAINT Meiny Stage would surely
blame this rectitude on his defense
less head They've sayin' he's got
bunch comm his way already
news.es,. buns, down an -outers =
but no panhandlin' goes, not Tor a
minute. That's all l know, Meiny-
search me-"