The Red Cloud chief., 1922-04-13
A Good Little
Liar
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Hatcheih's sllckest hash singer 1t
was reported that professional copJar-
'ers sometimes frcqucnted Hatchem's TO
watch Aggle balancing poached eggs
,on mince on top OF three orders Of
,fapjncks, five cups of coffee and four
bowls of mock turtle.
That, OF course, was an invention,
but Hatchem's being in the theator dis
trict, many men who could have af-
torded better meals did drop in to
lHatchems. 1t was n sort of meeting
tplace for people who wanted to talk
ever things.
Aggie lived in Harlem with her wild
ewed mother, and her life was eX-
emplary. She was engaged To be mar
irled to Bill McGurk, who drove an
ice-wagon and was waiting for a raise
before popping the golden circlet
over Aggle's slim finger. Aggie
had had plenty OF beaux before
Bill, but when they tried to get
fresh she squashed them natter than a
lst0le pancake.
And she could give as good as she
cot from any Of the smart Alecs who
,frequented Ilatchem's. There was not
an ounce Of sentiment about Aggle.
That was why she bore an abound
rng grievance against Bin the Brute.
That wasn't his name. lie was dark,
athletic, wcll-dressed man Of about
forty, and he happened in one evening
whcn the restaurant was comparatively
empty
"Give me a plate of ham and eggs"
'Ae said.
Agge brought It, and he toyed with
die ham and played with the eggs.
81 don't like these eggs" he said
presently
"Whats wrong with emf" snapped
.Aggle.
81 want 'em laid over again." said
IBnl the Brute.
Somebody's slipped a pair of roost
ers inside 'em. Gimme my check"
You waltl" said Aggie under her
Breath, I'll know you again in Il mil
hon years"
II was three months before Bill the
Brute returned This time he came
with lady, about the time the theater
closed
"Stenog," shifted Aggle. "Not yours,
though, Bill. That kind don't 80 out
tp supper with the boss"
Aggie, watching them like Il hawk,
as she foXtrotted along the restaurant,
hunny.hugging Il pyramid of orders,
saw that something was doing.
Hes made her cry" she said, as
they rose TO depart. Can this be
love! oh, Bill McGurk, come to me !"
After that the little stenographer
tpok to coming to the restaurant for
lunch and supper Aggle surmised
that she worked late. At lunch she
atc q hurried meal and went away
quickly, but at supper she waited till
somctimes--Blll the Brute came in and
sat down beside her. Then her face
would Hight up.
But he's a married man." snapped
Aggie to the lamb croquettes and pea
twins "That kind always are. Pair
OF roosters, eh Bill?'
The next time Bill the Brute Joined
the gin in the evening Aggie saw that
he was trying 10 persuade her 10 dc
something or other. II was pltlful tC
see the indeclsion and doubt and trust
on her face, too ms she looked M
Bill.
Il guess girls don't look like that
when single men tell them they're the
main squeeze" Aggle soilodui2ed. 81
I'd looked that way, Blll'd have sen
for the plumber. Pair Of ROSTERS, eh2'
"Wultress, my checkv' called Bill
the Brute from his corner "Then IT.
I'll settled dear" Aggle heard hin
say under his breath rs she rose from
the table.
lie made his way in front of her L
the desk. There We're two or thre,
in front of him. The girl waited beside
the door
Scrambled eggs on toast, coffee, an,
pair Of doughnutsw called one o
the regulars.
"Coming!" !" said Aggie, staggering un
der an EilrC tower OF dishes.
She oncstepped up to the girl, "Sny
You put that glnk where he belongs !,
she whispered. Can him. See? III
tell you why IN minute"
"Stewcd eels ana hamw cried an
other regular from across the room
"Comlngw said Aggle deposltln
the scrambled eggs on The marblo-tol
al was a good girl once." she whl'
pered, as She cantered past the doc
Il was a honest, Woodworking stenos
rapher, and he-he brought me to thl
Put him out of your heart, lady; he
got wife and family over in Brool
lyn, ana he's deceiying you. Ilearno
n-too late, too late"
With frightened eyes and quiyerln
lips the little stenographer darto
through the doorway, just as Bill II
Brute was paying his check,
''Bucks and the golden" called
patron from beside the umbrella-stan
"Comingn cried Aggle,
The Firsside Forum.
my DEAR said Mr.. Gadspur midi