The Washington herald., 1920-08-24
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life. But amt Russian sables
awful expensive? Seems to me
I've heard they were"
Have l ever chucked any
bargain sale stuff at you, Moll?"
asked the Kid, with calm dignity.
Did you ever notice me leaning
on the remnant counter or peer
ing in the window of the five and
ten? Call that scarf $3.50 and the
muf S175 and you won't make
any mistake about the price of
Russian sables. The swell goods
for me- Say, they look fine on
you, Mol.'
Molly Rugged the sables to her
bosom in rapture. And then her
smile went away little by little,
and she looked the Kid straight
in the eye sadly and steadily.
He knew what every look of
hers meant; and he laughed with
a faint flush upon his face.
Cut it out" ne said. with
affectionate roughness. 7 told
YOU 1 was done with that. 1
. bought 'em and paid for 'em, all
right, with my own money"
Out OF the money you worked
for. Kid? Out of SIS a month -
sure. I been saving up"
Let's see-saved $425 in eight
months, Kid?"
"Ah. let up said the Kid, with
some heat. 7 had some money
when I went to work. Do you
think I've been holding EN- up
again. told you I'd quit
They're paid for on the square.
Put EN- on and come out for a
walk"
Molly caImed her doubts Sables
are soothing. Proud as a queen
she went forth in the streets at
the Kids side. In all that region
of lOw-lyinE streets Russian sa-
bles had never been seen before.
The word sped, and doors and win
dows blOssomed with head gear to
see the swell furs Kid Brady had
given his girl. All down the
street there were 'rOh's" and
Abs" and the reported fabulous
sum paid for the sables was
passed from lip to lip. increasing
as it went. At her right elbow
sauntered the Kid with the air OF
princes. Work had not diminished
his love Of pomp and show and his
passion for the costly and genuine
On corner they saw d group or
the StOvepipe Gang lOafnE. inn
maculate They raised their hats
to the Kids girl and went on with
their calm, unacCented palayer.
Three blocks behind the admired
couple stroIIed Detective Ransom,
Of the Central Office. Ransom was
the only detective on the force
who could walk abroad with
safety in the Stovepipe district.
He was fair dealing and unafraid
and went there with the hy-
pothesis that the inhabitants were
human. Many liked him and now
and then one wOuIG tip of to him
something that he was looking
for.
What's the excitement down
the street," asked Ransom Of a
pale youth in a red sweater.
"Dey're out rUbberin' at a set
Of buffalo robes Kid Brady staked
his girl to-" answered the youth.
Some say he paid $500 for &c
skins Dey're swell all right
enough
7 hear Brady has been working
at his old trade for nearly a year,
said the detective. He doesn't
travel with the gang any more,
does he?"
Hes workin', all right" said
the red sweater, -but-say, sport
are you traiIin' anything in the
fur line2 A job in a plumbIn
shop don't match wild dem skins
de Kids girls got on
Ransom overlook the stroIlinG
couple on an empty street near
the river bank. He touched the
Kids arm from behind.
Let me see you 4 moment,
Brady" he said, quietly. His eye
rested for a second on the long
fur scarf thrown styHshly back
over MOlIy's left shoulder. The
Kid. with his old-time police
hating frown on his face, stepped
a yard or two aside with the de-
tective.
Did you go to Mrs Hethcote's
on West 7-th street yesterday
to hx a Ieaky water pipe?" asked
7 did" said the Kid. What Of
it:'
The Iady's $1,000 set Of Rus,
sian sables went out of the house
about the same time you did The
description fits the ones this lady
has on
To h Harlem with you" cried
the Kid, anErily. You know I've
cut out that sort Of thing. Ran
som. 1 bought them sabIes yes
terday at"
The Kid stopped short.
7 know you've been working
straight lately" said Ransom
I'll give you every chance. Ill
go with you where you say you
bought the furs and investigate
The lady can wear EN- along with
US and nobodyII be on. That s
fair, Brady"
Come on" agreed the Kid, hot
~. And then he stopped suddenly
in his tracks and looked with an
odd smile at MolIy's distressed
and anxious face.
No use" he said. grimly
They're the Hethcote sables al
right You'll have to turn EN-
over, Mon, but they amt too good
for you if they cost a million"
Molly, with anguish in her face,
hung upon the Kids arm.
oh. Kiddy, you've broke my