The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-13
MAGAZ ZINE
1.-THE WHITE MOLL"
 FRANK L. PACKARD Appearing every day in serial form in the Magazine Section of The Times.
FRANK l.. PACKARD

l Shiuker sharply, you'll go out like'' l-he snapped his fingers-"that!" | Cant you leave the stuff a1one?" T got to have me bit of coke,'
 Pinkie answered, with a shrug of his | shoulders. An, anyway. I'm no | pipe hitter"
 Its all the same whatever way you take it!' retorted Shluker Well, go on with your story You went down to Charlie's dope parlors, and Jabbed a needle into yourself, or took 1t some other old way. get you! What happened then?"
 "It was about an hour ago." resum- ed P1nk1e Bonn with undisturbed complacency. Just as I was beatin' it out of there by the cellar, I hears some whisperin' as was passin' one or the end doors. Savvy? I hadn't made no noise, an they hadn't heard
 me. l gets a peek in, cause the doors cracked. It was French Pete an Marry Day. I listens. An after about two seconds I was goin' shaky TOT fear some one would come along Take 1t from me, Shluk, it was some goodsi"
 Shluker grunted noncommittingly.
 Well, go on!" he prompted.
 didn't get all the fine points" 5.iiineu g. fIhK1e; put l got enough. There was guy by the name of Da1ney who used to live somewhere on the East Side here, an he used to work in some sweat-shop, an he worked till he got pretty old. an men ms lungs, or something, went pad on him, an he went broke, An the doctor said he had to heat if o,,+ or here to a more salubrious climate some nut filled his ear full bout gold hundn' up in Alaska an he Tell for it. He chewed it over with his wife, an she was for it too. 'c-anse the doctor d told her her old man would bump off if he stuck around here, an they hadn't any money to get away together. She figured she could get along workin' out by the oay till he came back a millionaire. an old Dainey started off
 II dunno how he got there, I'm Just f1ll1n' in what hears French Pete an Marry talkin' about guess mostly he beat his way tbere r1d1n' the rods; but, anyway, he got there. See? An then he goes down sick there again, an a hospital or some outfit, has to take care of him for a couple of years; an" back here the old woman got kind of feeble an on her uppers. an there was hell to pay, an'-'
 "oIS OlI4H yOuSe, Nan The Plugs lspfng whisper broke sharply in upon Pinkie Bonn's story.
 Rhoda Gray started. She was con- scious now that she had been leaning forward, staring in a startled way at Plnkie as he talked; conscious now that for a moment she had forgotten that she was Gypsy Nan. But she was mistress of herself on the i'm stant, and she scowled blackly at the Pug.
 ''Mabbe it's me soft heart dat's touched" she flung ouu acruly. "Youse close yer trap, am let Pinkie talki"
 ''Yes. shut up!' said Pinkie. 'swhat was l sayin'? Oh, yes! An then the old guy makes a strike. Can you beat it! I dunno nothing about the way they pull them things, but he's off by his lonesome out some where. an he finds gold, an stakes out his claim, but he takes sick again an can't work it, an it's all he can do to get back alive to civilization He keeps his mouth shut for a while hgurin' he'll get strong again, but it atn't no good. an he gets a letter from the old woman te1lin' how bad she is, an then he shows some of the stutf he'd found, After that there's nothing to ft!' Everybody's beatin'
 
 Dainey comes out of it all right, an goes crazy with joy cause some guy offers him twenty-five thousand bucks for his claim an throws in the ex- penses home for good luck. He gets the money in cash. twenty-five one thousand-dollar bills, an the chicken feed for the expenses, an starts for back here an the old woman But this time he don't keep his mouth 1x-IA better off if he had. See? He was tellin' about it on the train. I guess he was tellin' about it all the way across, But, anyway, he tells about it comin' from PhilIy this afternoon an French Pete an Marry Day han pens to be on the train, an they hears it, an frames it up to annex the coin before morning, cause he's got in too late to get the money into any bank today"
 Pinllie Bonn paused. and stuck his tongue significantly in his cheek.
 Shluker was rubbing his hands to- gether now in sort of unctuous way
 Tt sounds pretty good" he mur- ''only there's Dangiar-
 "9ouse leave Dangtar to me"' broke in the Pug. tAs soon as we hands one to dem two boobs an gets de cash, Pinkie can beat it back here
 l finds Danglar an squares it wid him. | He ain't goin' to put up no holler at | dat. We ain't runn;ns de gang into i nothin'. Dis is private business-see? | So youse just take a sneak wid yer | self, an fix nice little alibi fer us | sos we won't be takin' any chances"
 Shluker frowned.
 But what's the good of that?" he | lemurred. French Pete and Marny Oay'u see you anyway"
 will dey!" scoffed the Pug. "Guess 'nce more! A coupla handkerchiefs 'ver our mugs is good enough fer | lem, if youse holds yer end up. An ley wouldn't talk fer publication. anyway, would dey?'
 Shluker smiled now-almost ingra- iatingly.
 And how much is my end worth ?'' le inquired softly.
 "One of dem thousand-dollar en-