Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-11

what do you know" demanded
shaking him.
"A lot. 1t was all a frame, any
how. Your old man come across wit
Il couple O. thousand, to get it from
Stagg."
Bradford's grip on the emaciated
shoulder frightened till Dams face
contracted with pain,
"a frame? Two thousand?" cried
Bradford, in a voice that stifled any
opposition.
Fact Two was what he kicked
in wit The old dame that pumped
the organ at Boggs Court--Mrs.
Wesson, you know--she helped put it
across. Her an her daughter, Lalia
Gra,,n. my skirt. Meiny helped. too.
All of ',am, an old Stagg, was in on
Ut. Not ain' to it but frame, mister,
from kick-off to goal. Quit pinchin',
| tell you."
Go on" growled Bradford in his
throat. What next?"
"Oh, nothin'. That's all Only,
your old gent put it up to he~ to
quit, an she did She wouldn't fight
it; wouldn't come back at him,
Thought it would queer you, any
how. no matter if it was all phony
So she ducked. You know
Came moments silence, while
bradford stared down at the SILVER
ing wreck in the bed. All at once
Dan summoned his forces. and with
a shifty lcer discharged his main ar
tillery:
I'm wise to where your dame is
now"
A shiyer ran thu Bradford. He
paled. Ills left hand came up and
gripped Dan by the other shoulder.
"You lemme go!" whined Dan
you're lurtin me. What you gonna
do kill rIe?"
You know where she is?" cried
Bradford, his blue eyes aflame. You
know"
sure / do! s An if yeu'll slip me
Just one. pill, just one little eighth
grain. I'll wise YOU. Won't you
mister? Won't your"
Bradford flung him back upon the
bed, and stood up as tho to free him.
self from that concentrating touch.
Never" he shouted, with loathine
of the sl,,m-product's opportunities.
I'll wise you anyhow: them
si,rfled Dan. with a cackiing laugh
hySterical and Wild. Then you'll
hafta gimme some! tn be like q
gink buyin' somethin'--payin' fer /,
in advance-the other guys gotta
come thru. or be sauealer. Lister
to me, mister. She's"
Don't. Don't! Not word!'
I'm st. Philips horspital. on HUI
street." screamed Dan, thru writher
lips that slavc"ed foam. shes s
nurse thefe--a nurse at st. Philips
You know it, now--you know. ha. ha
ha! paid you. bought some
dope! You gotta gimme some. now
You gotta. /"
He groveled horribly in the twisted
bedclothes like a mailman, in min,
gled exuHation and opportunity.
Gimme It, now.." he shouted
Come across, come across, or you'll
be a squealer. 5yourself-a rat"
You damned skunk Bradford
flung at him, recoiling from the aw
full spectacle Of the mans conto~tet
mania. Not a grain-not taste o
it. Not an eighth grain--not mil.
lionth of grain NeveH"
Rat" howled Dan, In frenzy
s'Rat-rat--.'
: A heavy listed banging at the dool
turned Bradford from the bed
I Hello, Who's there :" he shouted
in a shaking voice.
"Me!" doomed one hoarse wore
from the hallway.
who's 'rne'?''
Mugs RAFFERTY,! Yuh told me t,
blow back here. in the mo-nin'. Well
I'm here. On de job, OATS all. see?'
God, Mugs, but I'm glad to SCI
you!" exclaimed Bradford, flingint
open the door. There stood Mugs
washed and freshly shavem Will
tight-belted trousers holding thu
waist of modest green and purple
sweater, ard with Sneakers" on hi!
huge feet.
You mean -dat?" queried the ex
pug, his face lighting up in smil,
of qualification. "Straight goods
you're glad I come?
you bet" And bradford seizet
his hand. in welcome. you lool
good to me, albright Come in!
need you. now, if L ever needed any
body in this world"
What's de kick-up2 demanded
MuggS. astonished, as he stared in a
the sick room and observed the tum
bled bed with the writing figure IL
it. whats diddin', anyhow"
Lots! Come in here, and III tel
you. Bradford closed the doc
again, behind the wondering Raj
ferty. 1--WE got a patient that's gon'
pipes. for shot of dope. You've go
to help me with him"
Dan? ds 1t DAM"