The Omaha morning bee. [volume] (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927, 1922-10-08
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not light the female Of the Species;
but there are male humans who
like nothing better than Ia pummei
the soft flesh 81 a woman.
The blow did not take the rght
out Of Nancy. but II made her ren-
sonablc. She turned and ran dizzily
down the street--for help. She never
thought TO cry out. That was ono
u the peculiar phases ~ this bat
tie against odds; there were no
sounds above the painting lungs, tho
thud OF Bullets and the scufiiing Of
feet.
Az the Homeric enthusiasm began
TO ooZo out of him and civilization
edged its way back. Jerry found
himseu sorely put to keep from
going down for the third time,
which he guessed would be tho
last. SO now the notion came TO
him 10 take To his heels. but Il
came too late. A blackjack des.
cended upon HIS skull; and after a
singular constellation. not TO be
found upon any chart left by Cop
took All Jerry's pains and troubles
away.
Around the first corner Nancy
sighted help In the form Of a 30.
liceman. They are frequently found
In New York when you need them.
But the discouraging fact Is this:
they are skeptieal beyond belief
after midnight. A thousand false
alarms To contend with: wifeb beat.
ers. husband heaters, neighborhood
rows, children's squabbles--air bub-
bles. The cry Of Murder no longer
thrills; generally IL liz some woman
trick 10 avoid beating. SO when
Nancy rushed toward him, dlshe.
yelled. he did not greet her with
enthusiasm: her appearance had all
the earmarks Of the old stuff
"Qulck. she cried. They are
81 killing him"
"Who?" asked the policeman, am
iably. Here was "a pretty young
woman. for all that her hat was
hanging over an ear and little
triclle Of blood was zgzagging
down her chin. A row with her
STEADY; wanted him locked up to-
night, and tomorrow she'd be tear
ing az the bars to get him out.
Now Nancy was still boiling with
fury, and II overlooked at the sight
OF the pol.ceman's lack Of profes'
sional interest. She caught him
by the sleeve.
You blockhead! I'm telling you
that bandits are killing my escort.
killing him"
Where"
The alley."
Show mer'--still skeptical.
She turned and raced to the cor
ner, the officer hard upon her heels.
his automatic In hand, Ninth street
was empty.
Well" he said, slowing up,
where's this war o. yours? l
don't see anything
But she flew on ahead. When she
reached the alley she dropped to
her knees. The policeman. recon-
sidering his fiippant diagnosis, scnt-
tered up just as Nancy raised Jere- =
miah's bloody head in her arms.
20, Jerry, Jerry" she cried,
breaking into hysterical sobs: which
1t was now chronologically proper
that she should. .
The policeman opened the bloody
shirtfront and felt Of the victims
heart.
-Four Of EN-, huh? Just my
damn luck to be a few minutes
late"
rs he dead?"
Not yet. His hearts going.
I'm sorry, miss, l didn't dope It
right: but even then I'd a been
too late. Why didn't you yell?'
II DIDN'T think of il. I
tried to help him, but l wasn't OF
any use"
You waded in?"
me on the mouth. The poor boy!
to defend mel" What's the
odds, so long as she never learned
the truth?-that she mistook Ajax
for Menelaus?
The policeman searched the vic
tim, but his practced hand found
nothing but a keyring. The crooks
had cleaned the boy thoroughly.
Black jack. too. Waded in, en-?
Women--if they We're worth any
thing-generally waded in for those
they loved They might puinmel
their lords and masters, but they
would not permit anybody else.
did he carry any valuables?'
IT don't know" she answered,
rocking slightly.
We'll. stay with him until ] send
in a call for the ambulance"
mo. no, We both live in that
house there. with the marble steps.
I'll help you, A surgeon lives next
door and he'll be home now"
The policeman thought II over.