The Washington times., 1930-11-13


Times aren't 80 fat right now.
There must be many an honest
man eager and ready TO take q
job"
Tan Tom Gillespie looked
down at his idol, his lid. his
kid was q Yale graduate. His
lid looked like his mother. His
kid was smart, brave, fine. Tall
Tom wished he was a young girl
instead of an old man-he Just
wanted to show Tommy what
love really was. =.
Boy" said the grizzled old
politician. boss trucker and pier
fighter, "'I haven't gone through
all this all this time for moth.
ing. Somebody Is muScling in
on us. Do you understand
what that meanS?" o..
Il would il it was anybody
else but u.s.
That's talking. But-that's
the way things are run now.
And they've let US by for q long
time. Now they've got around
to as. Pm not. as young IS I
used to be-" 49,.
"But I am, dad"
Fine. That's the trouble
with q college education. They
teach you Latin and algebra
but" -
"Well, I didn't have to learn
everything In school. Maybe I
was born With something"
"You were-you sure were
but you never heard, Of
Silk Freeman"
Tommy almost fell off the
chair. He looked again at his
father to make sure it wasn't
some joke.
His Companion
II met him, dad-tonight
that is, I saw him :. !.
he had . beautiful girl with
him. s...
Tall Tom Gillespie shot a
glance at his boy, then turned
-ostenSibly to light a stogey.
"oh-he had a good 1ookin'
girl, did jhe2"
Gorgeous. She. must have
been o society girl"
Tall Tom laughed.
Society girl-Hell. What's
with Freeman is like Freeman"
=" No, dad. She had eyes
oh, what eyes" ~ -
Tan Tom shuddered. This
was q blow--his son was only
human. The old man had come
from Ireland, he had slovened
In Steerage, he had stopped in
the SIums-and his only.born
thought that a girl was high.
and.lofty because she was
pretty. -, .>r~ +'t,
II, didn't want. to worry you,
youngster," said the old. man.
''But this Freeman is crashing
in on u.s. - g." -.
: ''I'll break his neck" cried
Tommy, impulSively. -
The laugh that Tom Gillespie
let go wasn't 30 robust. ..,.
You may know. your New
Haven. baby-hut you aren't
quite up on your New York.
Rather than see you get in trou'
BILE, III see every truck I own on
the junk.heap. We've got
plenty. We can retire" r
Tommy stood up and squared
his shoulders.
''You can retire" he said. :.
But I'm only starting. No
Freeman is going to run me out
Of my own. +. gee, that was =
sweIl-looking girl, dad!"
Tall Tom GilleSpie's eyes
went wet. His club reminded
himself so much OF himself,
wnen-courage, a girl, a fight.
the thrill Of youth in the re-
spending veins and the course
Of warm blood from a stout he
heart '. - 81.
His Decision "
I'm retire, dad-right now
but not from business. /. TN 20
ing to find out what's back Of
all this. ! know my mind now.
No swivel.chsir job for me. I'm
going on . truck-from the bot
tom up. And this is no Horatio
Alger story. good night, pop.
Here's one driver won't walk
out" -
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Polack Annie was watching
Silk Freeman counting $1,000
bills and smaller ones in his ma
hogany desk. He was writing
deposit slips and clipping them
onto the little piles Of precious
papers: IL, .
"Tn be washed up in, Just a
minute-juSt one minute. he
treasured, her.
Annie WhiStled. The exscoGl-
vict servant flat-footed In.
Scotch" she called. "And I
mean a drink-not a sip"
"Give the lady what she
Graves" called Freeman. severe
". II don't like that kind o.
beefs in this joint"
The gray-haired vassal came
back with almost q tumherful
He bowed and set it on the
leaf Of the desk. Annie downeG
half Of 1t, rocked under the
jolt and wobbled. She knew
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