The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-06-16

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Nothing could be more hon
est!''
Sadie disregarded the ironic note
in Kestner's remark.
"It's a darned sight more gen.
teel'n the sable game I stuck to
for more'n month";" she argued.
1.-THE sable gamer"
"Yepv' High-Collar Connors
rugged me out wit a 500 set o.
sables--stole from a Milwaukee
theater-box. I'd blow into a high
class hotel, register, an leave me
furs in the room. High ollar'd
watch me leave the room, an
then slip in an pinch the furs.
Then I'd make a big noise t. the
office, an they'd gener'ly COM
promise on couple o. hundred,
to stop my squeal. But that kept
you on the move, an lacked class.
This picture runnin' business is
on dif'rent plane. An it amt
So hard on the noives."
while keeping you intimately
and actively in touch with art"
suggested Kestner.
"An' kept me in touch wit
more'n art" Sadie stoutIy main
tanned. "D'you happen to know
JUS who's been doin' our gallery
copyin' for the last two mont's?"
II haven't the remotest idea"
''Of course you haven't or you
wouldn't be sittin' there givin' me
the CLASSY eye," pursued the un-
perturbed Sadie. Then she moved
her chair a little closer to the
table where Kestner sat before
his atlas.
Its the woman you've been
! fine-combin' that map for she
announced. IT'S Maura Lam
bert"
CHAPTER H..
Sadie Wimpel met Kestner's
glance squarely, without finch
ing. But in that glance she saw
only WEAKNESS and ,unbelief and
the listIess ennui of the man
whose last aim in life has led hiup
into the valley Of defeat. He was
too old bird to be duped by q
mollygow.
Sadie" he solemnly and Gym
nically inquired, what's the
gamer"
''Ain't he the sour oil cynic?"
Sadie demanded of the circumam-
bient. Then the pert young face
grew suddenly sober, and into the
sagacious young eyes came a look
not unlike resentment. There
amt no game in this. All 1 say
is Maura Lambert's right here in
Rome, an can lead you to her
sny minute you wantta CO."
Kestner pushed the atlas to one
side and leaned forward, studying
the girls face. Then his own
face grew solemn.
Sadie, how lam to believe
your"
She answered that question by
asking another.
How close d. you ever get to
Maura after OIL Lambert cashed
in last year over in New York;"
That's a question can't
answer"
"Then give me a stab at it.
Just to show what I'm jerry to!
That girl slipped up to Montreal,
an from Montreal she beat
it, on to Banff. Then she
went to the coast, an doubled
back from Victoria. Then she
hit Chicago an mosied on TO
Boston. Did you trace along any
O. that trail?"
IT did," acknowledged Kestner.
The animosity had gone out Of
his voice.
well, I'll give you some more
along the same line. From Bean
Town she sailed FIR Paris, an
from Paris she went on to
Munich, an from Munich she am
bled off to Prague, an then
swung round to Milan an then
down to Rome. An all that time
she was tryin' to do decent work,
kindergartenin' some mutt of a
schoolgirl, or paintin' kid minia-
lures, or copyin' gallery chromos,
or teachin' DRAWN to a bunch o.
pension dubs whose husbands
started zooin' her first crack out
o. the box, and gettin' in bad
JUS because she had pair o.
lamps that'd make any man sit
up an take notice. She had to
do all that woik wit women.
She had to-"
"Why?"
'Stuck on Your
II guess you oughtta know the
answer to that" retorted the girl.
why should I know"
"Hully gee! Because she's stuck
on you! That's why!"
Don't say thatw Kestner cried