The Washington times., 1930-11-14

my own business. What's in
this2"
Pete, the ex-convict servant.
heard the deadened buzzer. He
slid into his bathrobe and shut
fled to the door Of the master
chamber. He raped. Silk
Freeman opened the door an
inch.
Bacon an eggs for one
have the bacon crisp; boiled
eggs for me, as usual; buttered
toast Coffee an we start with
orange juice-r1ot too chilled
step on it,"
Breakfast for Two
Pete didn't answer. He just
went. Silk Freeman turned to
Polack Annie.
The sun was high and red
outside, but in this room there
was no sun. There were no
windows In the Park Avenue
apartment of the Big Boy. The
servants entrance was sealed
with cement. It was furnished
vault. Here the regal racketeerS
was at home here he sucked
his opium pipe and Tailed up
the daily gross and spread him.
self. More murder and mis-
chief were conceived within
these sun1ightless walls than in
any other enclosure in this city
OF grift and graft. Here Silk
Freeman worked and played.
Annie" he heaved. "the bad
babies in Chi that blew to Hell
for you can smile in their
graves. I followed 'em all, an
I hand 'em a bend" and Free.
man bowed from the waist.
"They done some perfect
pickin'. You made the big time.
Now you're Silks woman. Gee,
lover, ] never thought I'd go
goofy over any p'tic'lar broad.
But to me one hair o. your red
head is stronger than the At
lantic cable. do you under.
stand what I'm sayin'? silk
Freeman! I'm In love, you
damn fool! Freeman-F-r-e-e.
m-a-a-B. B-hooked! Coin
college boy over q twist
Thinks of Tom
"Speakin' o. college boys,
Silk" ventured Annie, Ibid you
say that young Gillespie boy
was out O. Harvard?"
"Yale!" snapped Freeman.
what in the hell made you
think o. him-at a moment like
this?"
"Oh-nothin jus you men,
toned college an it was you
told me he come out o. one"-
"Aw-yeh? Well, college
an coffin start wit the same
letter. CT See? You're putin
the finger on that thick hick
mick, What's the idee, blurbin'
about him when you're Wit
ME? How'd you like a swell
bust in the beezer?"
"No-Big Boy-act your po-
sition. Sure, you can ghoul me.
But what's the vict'ry in that?
:. you was jus tellin' me how
much you cared for me"-
$50 I do. An cut out ravin'
about that yellow-headed punk.
I told you I'm gonna racket his
OF mans business. Biff GlaSson
is out right now moppin' UP
the details. But-fror11 the frs
minute I met his eye in that
dinner joint, he played like I
was the Princeton team or
somethi11'. I was only goin' to
muscle irl-I1ow I'm going to
wreck those Gi1lespies. of all
mornin's, this nornin' you
could concentrate little on
Freeman. What Is this rash
you're nursin' about that
sucker?"
She Was Helpless
Polack Annie tried to keep
the color frorn coming UP in her
sensitive cheeks. She was help
less, broke and iil.between.
"Silk," she breathed, you're
like q high school kid. Jealous!
Peevish! Aren't you proud o.
yourself, a big shot like you,
owning q woman and scared
yeller because she talks about a
stooge2 Silk, I'm s'prised at
YOU
Freeman picked up a vase off
the dresser and poised it over
his head to crown this impudent
upStart with. But he let 1t come
down Imply. He deposited 1t
there. He crossed to the bed,
knelt on the rug, slid an arm
around polack Annie's neck,
held her peachy, soft cheek
against his, kissed the corner Of
her crimson mouth, and said,
boyishly:
Just Dynamite
rs my honey-baby sore at
her rough sWeetie.man? Maybe
he's talkin' up out o. turn. If
he is, it's becuShe 'Swoozywoozy,
goofy-goofy over his iii woman
woman. Does she forgive the
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