New Britain herald., 1924-02-01

promise me"
 As if in answer to the wish, the 1 page in the hotel under which the 1 St. Charles baths are located was
 passing through Hobbies and writ ing rooms paging: ''Mistah Prosias Trinble. Mistah Prosias Trimbe," i "Hyah, hoy,'' the captain of the be,l-boys called. "Doan' be a-pagin' dat name 'roun' de house. prosias Trimble he dat buXom black niggah Pro down in de baf-house,"
 "Tellygraft foh yoh, niggah" the page announced disgustedly. as he tossed the yellow envelope toward Pro and abandoned all hope of tip.
 Miss Luck. favor me. Pro plead : ed devoutly. as he held the envelope in his hand. Miss Luck, bring de good news--dosn' betray me now. An needs yoh."
 What does he say, Pro-" What who say?" demanded Pro, his lips suddenly bulging outward belligerently. as he swung about to face Mr. Clarence Fox, who had pur- sued the telegram from the lobby down into the bath-house.
 What Mist Jim Robin say?" re- sponded Mr, Fox, scowling.
 How come yoh knows so much?"
 Reckon An doan' know he prom ise' you a tip?"
 How come yoh knows?"
 Reckon yoh didn't infohm a cer- tain lady frien' O mine?"
 Dat waller gal too brash wifi her moufi" Pro muttered respectfully, as question was manicurist in the Royal Crescent Palace barber shop. Clarence Fox owner.
 In spite of his appearance of dis pleasure, Pro was not displeased. His mind was working, and MT. Fox was included in the thoughts. Mir. Fox possessed money. Pros cash capital consisted of the two dollars and twenty cents secured in tips during the nights work. Further, he was aware that in order to turn, even a sure thing on race tip into money, working capital is required. His acquaintance with Mir. Clarence Fox had been incidental to his friendship for Miss Susie, the mani curist, and Pro recalled, with some regret. the fact that during the more prosperous times Of the winter he had been inclined to treat Clarence Fox eondeseendingly. But Mir. Fox, proprietor of the five-chair barber shop catering to the swelldom of the negro district, he viewed in a differ ent light now. If Mir. Fox could be persuaded 10 finance certain illegal but delectable operations, Pro saw a way 10 overcome lack of working capital. ..,
 "'scuse me, Mistah Fox, if An seem discurtous," he said. but gennelman gotta be careful when he gifts straight tips from gennelman white owners"
 Dat all right, Mstah Trimble," said Clarence, responding 10 polite ness with greater politeness. "Ah respects yoh sentiments. Reckon dat wahm tip?"
 "Ah Tow she bout ninety eight in de shade" Pro responded.
 ".Ail doan' low dat yoh tends 10 bet enuff foh to cover all de han books in Noo 'Leans?" Clarence in- quired flatteringly.
 Don't low as An can" said Pro l regretfully. You low ef An tell l yoh wha' hoss Mist Jim done name, l kin yoh wait till An gifts my bets down. sos not influence de odds?"
 "Ah low dat An kin. Yoh Tow l dat tip look good?"
 Look good?" Pros voice quivered | with outraged indignation. "Yoh 1 low Mist Jim done tellygraft a nig- 1 gah lessen it good?"
 "Neyah kin tell" commented Mir. l Fox cynically.
 Proslas hesitated. His mind was in panic for fear Of losing the op- portunity to secure working capital. | yet the situation was embarrassing. | He found it difficult to approach a business proposition without reveal ing the fact that he was embarrassed | 
 Reckon yoh do the right thing if l An tell yoh de name ob de hoss?" he said tentatively.
 "Yoh knows me, Pro. An always | does de right thing, doan' Ah?"
 Dat yoh reputation, Clarence" said Pro. vaguely conscious of the fact that he knew nothing Of C1ar- ence's reputation.
 Always aims 10 do de right thing, Pro"
 "Hyah she go, den" said Pro. with sudden determination, as he tore 1pen the envelope.
 Miss Luck. be mine." he breathed az he unfolded the yellow paper. With MT Fox craning his neck to zee over his shoulder, he read:
 Shoot the roil on the lilly in the fourth. ROBIN.
 Alr. Fox rriukled inc end Of his broad nose ard looked puzzled.
 "Ds roll on dc flly!" said Prosias. 1is eyes rolling.
 "Wha' hoss he mesn?" inquired he less informed Mir. Fox.
 "Wha' hogs9" Pro repeated dis- lsiufully. Why. dat Ivorv Gahter ily. Gat who: Mist Jim's Ally. an .he Gond, She ripe. nigEah. she vin .uah. an de o1ds-un-um Nisgah. re rich."
 Ivory Gshter-I'rn rwine." ex- { .Isifned Mr. Fox excitediy. "Sig- -ab. yoh play de books 'roun' hyar. ,h1l slsughtan dem Rampant Street saInl,isfs." ,t
 The convinced Mr. Fox. besitstinc t tine barber shop only long enough Q sweep the til clean. dashed to- gaId Rampant Street. while Pro. rafting until his financial packer ascended 10 inc second 1 .