Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-08-31
iectedly toward Hanover street.


AS he did this, gentleman OF
seeming leisure, who had been pick
Ing his teeth with whitfield match
and carefully observing Bradford
smiled crookedly and winked to HIM
self This gentleman had for some
} time been wandering about the
l"ighborhood with an expectant air,
as If anticipating somebody's arrival
He seemed sleepy; his bleared eyes
gave one the impression that he was
not used to such early rising, and
| when 1t was yellow.
The business which had brought
him out at such an hour must have
been Important. The sight of Brad :
ford obviously rejoiced him; for
when Bradford appeared, the watch
er nodded and grinned as If some
welcome appointment were being
kept.
Now he stood there at the corner.
l"1n'ng against the brass rail that
| projected q saloon window from the
luruhing Of nocturnal jewelers. and
with furtive chances kept watch upon
| Bradford. Throwing away the whit
| tied match. he slid n ciga-et between
his loose lips, and began feeling first
in one pocket of his flashy suit, then
in another, as If vainly questing a
| match.
We already know this gentleman.
His mottled, pimply face, his dubious
and Redeemed nose, his wntery eyes,
his puffy and flinwholesome flesh
surely if you poked your thumb into
his cheek it would leave hole there
all remand us of the time when we
| first saw him in his fathers office in
! Pemberton Square. Lying in walt
! for Bradford, as he had lain in wait
for many, the pride and apple of
Twin Stages unsteady eye kept fish :
ing for the match he could not seem
to find.
Bradford approached: was about
! to pass: then paused. startled out of
his reyerie by Meinys question:
beg pardon. got a light?"
"Why-yes. guess So"
He found two or three matches ly-
Ing loose in his pocket and handed
them over.
"Thanks!" said Meiny, with an in
gratiating smile. Nobody down to
the mission, I see. I'm waitln' for u
party, nyself-Mr. Cra@ley"
ooh, you know Crawley?" asked
Bradford. what time do you cx-
pect he'll be here?''
Don't know He ought to be here
rev. Usually is. He's laie this
naornin'. 1 heard he had soma trouble
or other, last night"
Meiny offended the morning air by
volcanic lungful of thin. blue Gig
aret smoke, then gazed nonchalantly
at the Italian fire trap rookery across
the way.
"Trouble?" Bradford fixed an in
tent eye on the erupted face of the
leisurely one. What kind OF
trouble?"
| 'Oh. can't say exactly One O. his
| singers flew the coop, heard-the
best one O the bunch. An
| WHO told you that?" demanded
Vinton. with terrible intensity. "What
did you hear?"
| 'Nothin' much,' drawled Meiny.
splitting at the curb .All know is
what friend of mine spilled las,
night. He didn't say much. bpt j
guess he's hep to pile"
| who is he?"
| oh, lawyer, uptown
What's his Nance"
Meiny seemed to back away. He
retreated a little, along the brass
rail, and fixed suspicious gaze on
his inquisito-.
What d'you want to know for
anyhow" he demanded. 81 can't go
passfn' out names to every stranger
that blows in around here. What's
your game2 Reportin'? If I wise
you, the papers'll be full of it, may
| be. an everythingll be queered
Crawley will give me blue Hell. Nix
on the misunderstanding to it,"
He turned and was about to move
away. when Bradford laid a power
full and OBTAINING hand on his pulpy
shoulder
Come he-e!" he directed. "Do
you want some money!"
Money? Kale? Frog skins
That's my middle name" answered
Meiny. What's the answer?'
. Ten dollars for the lawyers
name
Twenty. and I'll take a chance OF
stallin' off the parson.
"Done!" exclaimed vinton. who's
your man."
"Flash the wad first, kid; flash
the wad!'
NO" objected Bradford. I'm not
rlsklng chances. You take me to the
lawyer, and if he makes good you get
the twenty"
Ten Of it in advance, anyhow!"
spared Meiny.
Not a cent. If this is a straight
tip you've got, you needn't worry
about my not paying YOU"
"Oh. all right. if you're so damn
cagypi the blear-eyed one responded
with very injured air. 81 amt used
to bein' treated this way, but can't
pass up twenty bucks The mans up
in Pemberton Square Come on, III
steer you to him." 49,
(To be continued.)
WHOLE WORLD MOTOR Man