The Washington times., 1924-05-02
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Then he pulled down the window
blind. 1t hung little 1op-sided and
was torn on one side at the bot
tom corner, so somebody could have
still peeped through. l got an old
shawl and pinned 1t so as to close
the hole. Then Ed listened at the
door. OF course nobody was there,
but now 1t was quiet and all over,
think we were both more scared
and nervous than when we were in
real danger.
OF course We got over that feel
ing. It's funny thing. If you've
never done a thing in your life, it
seems that you couldn't do 1t.
When you've done it once, it still
seems strange. But after you've
done 1t two or three times, it gets
to be regular, just like you've been
doing it always, and you don't
think much more about 1t.
But 1t seemed strange, and 1t was
strange, that first night. l couldn' t
believe 1t. was US.
Holy cat! what a thrill when Ed
dumped all that money out ON the
bed-nickels, dimes, pennies, quar-.
ters, half-dOllars, IKE one of these
pictures Of treasure chest opened
by pirate you sometimes see on the
front cover of a magazine.
was glad there was pennies, for
some of them were bright and shiny
like gold. And my, the bills! Some
greasy and old and torn, some crisp
ana new, some green and some
yellow-backs, all mixed together,
except those in the envelope, which
were sorted together and fastened
in packages with thin strips of
paper.
Ed started to count it, and got
mixed up and had to start all over
again. Finally he got it right and
1t came out something over $500.
ct Seemed Like Million"
1t seemed like million to me.
I'd never had more than SIS at
one time in my life before. No,
that's wrong, I'd had as much as
$50 when Ed brought home his pay
envelope of q Saturday. And now
we had hundreds!
We figured on where we'd hide
1t. Not much choice in little 2-by-4
room with nothing you could lock
but the door. Ed wrapped up the
pistols in an old shirt, and stuck
the bundle under some other clothes
in q bureau drawer. We put the
silver money in coffee pot. We
had three or four books-I remem-
Der one was an old Sears Roebuck
catalogue. l used to look Mt the
pictures Of baby carriages and cribs,
We took the bills and scattered them
between the pages through these
books. l guess 1t wasn't a very
good place, but I'm not making any
thing up to mako it-sound good, and
that's where we did put them.
Then we got ready for bed, and
Ed got in first, and I rubbed some
cold cream on my face and switched
out. the light and jumped in beside
him.
Seemed to Sort of GO Out"
had been all poppy and jazzed
up. When that light went out 1
seemed to sort of Ego out" too. Ed
put his arm out to pet me, but /
said, mo, Ed, I'm tired" Pretty
soon he heard me crying. He tried
to make me tell him what was the
but / didn't know myself.
just felt all let down and sort Of
shot to pieces. l don't mean to
stall about 1t being remorse that
quick. I'm sorry now for the things
I've done, and / wouldn't do them
it didn't seem so wicked
ate the time.
Anyway, 1 finally got to sleep,
and had an awful dream. 1t began
pretty enough, but God! how 1t
ended. I get the cold chiIls now
when ! think about II. There was
my baby, that was not vet really
born, sitting on high chair, happy
and so sweet and pretty, with a
great, big laundry basket mt it's
Ieet. And there i stood beside the
basket with a pistol, and there
came a long procession Of men in
white coats, dumping money into
he basket for my baby. First they
OOked like the clerks we had held
up at the grocery store.
Then the white changed, ana they
verO In green, sort OF like the color
u dollar bills and then their