Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-27
me and told me the news. He didn't
know any details. | hurried here,

len to say yOU amt been WiSed
t. actiin about this here ease. ut
at:' asked Meiny, with 4 rat~like
| islc2m OF his one good eye. The
p1pers ms. be full of it, by now
;til damn les"
NO extras are sold in this section
Meiny. No, | haven't read word.
I'm glad haven't All ! want is your
own statement, ANDY
What for? I'm in wrong, an it S
up to YOU to get me out, that's ALL
IN do my best, Meiny; my level
best You're my own flesh and blood.
a chip o the old block and l love
| YOU No matter what you've done or
been charged with. I'll stand back of
you till Hell cracks, because 1 love
-"
You'd better," puffed Meiny.
| Gee, / wish ! had a cgaret or a
drink. or somethin. This is fierce!
Everythins on the blink, everythin'
an on top of it all, they slough
| me in fer somdthin' | never done.
It's up TO you, old gent. You better
get busy, now, an connect with re-
| suits. I'm just tellin' you. I'm wise
to you, all right. You either get me
enough to the bulk to lag you, too.
Get me, old man?"
! IL see. see--but il isn't that,
Meiny, I'm working for" And Stage,
! opening the neckband of his shirt n
+! little wider. sought by more vigorous
tanning 10 cool his overheated blood,
| III isn't fear of you. Meiny----"
| you're damn lar,"
| IT'S love of you. my only son.
| It's paternal affection. It's fidelity
to the name of Stage. that must not
be extinguished. It's
"Aw,> cut it, cut it. What you goin'
TO do about balm me. an lettin' me
make my fade, Ell? That's the only
question. now"
I'm do everything humanity posi- :
BILE. Mciny." answered Stagg. breath
ing hard. But must know the
facts. Tell me, Meiny: tell me the
truth, Old you stab man. or didn't
yon?"
Mix l never stabbed nobobdy--
that's straight
| You'd swear to that 2?
I'D swear to it as quick an easy
as I'd swear AT you, never touch
ed nobody. Why? Think did p
| And Meiny's scowi backened VIC
! iously.
II don't know, Meiny. It's hard
/ telling. Nobody | know OF would he
more fitted for that kind of assault
than you are
What d'you mean, fitted
II mean, it's the kind of job you'd
probably do, If hard pressed II
seems reasonable to suppose tina,
YOU did, and
/ Il tell You I never
That alone almost convinces me
| that you did. Meiny. But no matter
III stick to YOU thru Chick and thin
i Ill clear you. all right. Nothing yot
can ever do, Meiny, ever ut all. viii
Kill my love for YOU,
You give me i cramp. you an
Your love-"
"And blood, You know. is thicke,
| than water"
YES, an what I'm wise to about
yon. old gent, is thicker than either
Gee! It's SOY thick that glue woulf
he champagne beside 1t. You'll clea,
me, all right. all right. or wear q
new fall suit with all the stripes run.
min round an round. Get me ~ :
IN clear you, my son, never fear!
Stage promised. Some way or 9th.
er I'll get you out of this, as I've
got YOU out Of so many other trou.
bles in the past"
"You better frame an alibi, then
an do it =. D. @. That's the best lay
now"
"An alibi?"
"Sure!" And Meiny nodded hi.
ugly head as. he sat- sagging. on the
bunk in the sitting cell. You an {
few hand picked tin soldiers--yo,
can get en- by the dozen. at bargain
rates-will swear | was with you al
day, up to the minute when the mol
chased me, thinkin was the Other
guy. see? That's the only game
now"
why should you need a manu-,
featured alibi. Meiny, unless 70,
really did it? Why not tell me tn,
truth. for once. so l can work intelli
gently. and"
Pedal that chatter an skate
Go gather in a few blowed-in-the.
glass stiffs thatll come across will
la right oath at a few bucks per-
men that'll hold up ,their hand an
go thru. An sayS ask out in 3tht
office if I can have box o Turkish
I'm dyin' fer drag. Blow. now
Get busy, or I amt promisin 70,
nothin' in the protection line. myself
Beat it,"
Sore distressed. Stage took hi:
leave his mind already busy with in.
rricate plans. But as he was abou
to pass thru the IRON grated doQ1
leading to the office, he found him
self confronted by an imposing figure
which, despite the heat wore greer
and purple sweater.
{, Hold on" exclaimed this figure
commandingly. Hold on minute
you!"
| \ compelling hand on his shoulder
brought him to a precipitate halt.
"Say, what kind of a steer die
| Melny SIP you, just now ueiltlnaet
Rafferty,.
Let go. you thug"
"Yuh rat mouth piece!" retortec
Mugs. wish | had chance te
manicure de gutter wit you an
Meiny, too! Did Meiny stall yuh Of
he never done it? If he did. yuh'l
maybe like to know I seen him, an
I'm goin' to land him for finif or E
ten spot at de inside, if de good guy
gets we'll, an send him to de chair
track 13 an washout-if he don't
Get me?"
"Wha'-whats that you say?'
stammered the shyster. you saw
him do it?"
"Sure! I'm de guy dat put him t.