Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-08


cast. spent and gasping, yielded in
her arms and laxly sank back on the
pillow. you can be. and you are.
know you are forgiven. Go In peace!"
CHAPTER Xxx.
At this same hour when the out
cast woman of the streets lay dying
in the compassionate arms OF the
girl she had so wronged and ruined.
Mugs Rafferty--his pride and Ire all
inflamed by Meiny's deft indictments
was nearing the doors of The Lit
tie Haven, on conquest bent.
Here's where l show de mutt
he grumbled to himself. as he swung
into Fleet street and beheld the Hav-
ems windows cleaning cheerily at
the corner of Garden Court. "He
won't slip nothin' over on me. They
amt nobody can hand 1t to me frien'.
Meiny. like he done. an get away
wit 1t. l guess nix."
Confident of victory tho he was,
he none the less showed his gait,
and with the instructive caution of
the underworld peered into the gloom
of the narrow street. wary lest some
snare or pitfall await him to his UNI
doing, His business was wit de
fresh silk stockin' guy" not with
any possible minion OF the law or
/ any gang of Haven defenders. A
casy pug, this Rafferty,. Hard ex-
perienceS for many years had laugh,
him to be such. So now, spying out
the land he meant to conquer, he
paused, blinking shrewd little eyes a,
the disconce"ting light that streamed
from the Haven windows out across
the cobbles OF the mean North End
by-way.
! His hesitation lasted but a mo-
ment~ Huh! Was he, an ex-cham-
peen, to quail before mission stiffs
pan-handlers and a thin chested
highbrow? Nothin' to IL! All of 'eru
together couldn't have the heart OF a
rabbit Mugs knew the breed
More than one gospel grinding join,
he had cleaned out, in the good old
days when the Graveyard GanR had
flourished round Copp's Hill, with
him as its leader. A reminiscen,
CLEAN burned In his eyes as once
more NE advanced to the attack. His
thick shoulders swayed; his hands
| became fists; his blue shaver Jaw
hardened. Insolently he flung open
the Haven door, thrust his way into
the living room, and with a scowl O,
dlsapproval spat copiously on the
clean, sawdusted floor.
Where t. Hell's de main snueeze
his damn white-liveced joint ?" he
demanded in hoarse and truculent
voice Lead me to inn"
A confused mingling of voices an
swered his demand. Mugs beheld q
number of Immediately hostile faces
turned toward him. One or two men
got up. Mugs sneered. He saw one
race IN PARTICULAR wizened, bow
lsh face with pallid cheeks and big
black eyes that suddenly blazed into
rage. The boy, in shaking treble,
hurled defiance:
What d'you want O. him? Beat
1T out o here, or"
Mugs interrupted with laugh
that ended in th~oaty growl, cow
ing all opposition
You NUTS keep out o. dis" he
warned them, with a menacing
swing of his fists. I'm Mugs Raj
lerty, Lam. 1 can chaw up his whole
bunch an spit 1t out! Where's de
head guy, huh? Where is he
Here. friend, right this way.' a
cheerful voice replied, from the
swinging door. What can I do for
you?"
Mugs faced Bradford with the
light Of battle in his bloodshot little
eyes.
you de gink dat runs"
I'm the gink," answered Bradford
smiling. Lets have your business
as; quickly as possible. Spill your
story P. D. @. I've got q patient
upstairs. Just came down to get
him a pot of coffee. No time to
lose. What's wanted?"
Thus directly questioned, the ex-
champeen felt certain ill-at-ease
embarrassment. This greeting proved
to be quite other than any he had
expected. The new missionary did
not measure to Mugg's mental pic
ture. or white liveredness he showed
| no trace, nor of silk-stockingness
either. On the contrary, he looked
very businesslike and competent in
his white walters coat. Also, he
bulked taller and heavier than most
gospel grinders. And moreover, the
smile upon his lips was discomfort
| ing.
Mugs felt an unaccountable inne,
prompting either to shake hand.
| with this man. or else depart will
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