The Washington times., 1930-12-04
How a Red-Haired Beauty
Overturned a Great City
CHAPTER XIV

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Tommy boy-Such q helpless,
hopeless kid. For she had saved
his life and she had staked
hers for his. She had exacted
AfOr his own iI1consequential life
the life Of silk Freeman, New
York's higher.than-law. She had
&thumbed her pert nose into the
ugly pan Of the electric chair.
She had outwitted the most tor.
turous Toruuemados. the most
determined detectives, and the
most unscrupuious gangSters.
This bad girl had been a good
!. man to him and what q
woman!
II In his breed were the chrome
sSorneg Of Irish kings, In his
nature ran a royal pride. Yet,
he burned with glory that Annie
had gone so far for him, and
he burned with futility that she
had to and he could do not a
thing for her.
The phone message from the
inatron at the Detention Home
had convinced him that She
1.-The girl over whom millions
Epeculated, whose every mien
and every yawn was frT1t-page
copy-had understood and was
responding.
Pretty Hard
She had said to wait. II she
hadn't said anything he could
have followed his own urge and
I judgment. But she had said he
must wait. It was pretty hard,
! this admonition tempered with
love and determination: but he
would wait. She could manage
qtheir affairs-their affair-bet-
ter behind steel bars than he
could in whole outside Of an
llnhampered wide world; He
would wait-but his Irish irked
him. HIM. HIM.
Polack Annie sat before q
bare table In the squad.room
of the women inmates Of De
tention Home, playing solitaire.
The brawny matron, q copper
In her heart, watched her to
see that she didn't cheat.
"Jack o. Hearts!" cried the
ebullient Annie. my love card!"
N f'How d'you know? This Mr..
* may not be blond at al"
"Lissen, Colleen Moore, one
o. the rackets I'm way up In Is
compilations. i can tell from
his telegram he's blond. He
writes him a mighty blond tele-
gram, that mick"
~ Maybe he is a blond, un1p
ebay. But what makes you
think he's a mick? Because he
uses 'X,' which might stand Tor
Xaxier?-he didn't use Nc
that would O. been Hibernian
Tor sure"
Annie laid q nine Of spades
q on a 10 Of diamonds and moved
: the pile over on the jack OF
clubs.
"That gives me q space" she
triumphed. "If the four O. di'.
monds amt buried as deep as
silk Freeman, might make
this hand come out"
OH silk Freeman Say good
/ lookin', / got fair idee you
could spill who knocked off Silk'
at that"
Annie jumbled the cards in q
heap. The four Of diamonds
was inferred beyond redemp-
ton.
rs s "I'll tell you somethin'," she
.confided. "Somethin' I never
coughed UP to the .. A., or 70
the chief O. dicks. ] know
!, plenty about Freeman. ] could
give them newspaper boys some
front page stuff they'd have TO
print on asbestos. But ! swear
to you as much as I swear !
love one man, an want him T
love me, that il ] know who
clipped Silk Freeman, / hope
join him in hell-wit'out ashes
tos! Is that good enough2"
IN 0GObC4 II BOOS&- kSS@@S~S' "
YOU think done it?"
"Get this, sister-1u never 60
to hell for thinkin'!"
sa Tommy had his hat ana
coat on. He was on his way.
he heard the phone. It might
N Sc Annie. He stopped, turned
back, answered. It wasn't An
& snie. It was Alice Schuyler.
A Rude RetOrt
Tommy, dear" she gurgled,
and Tommy had never heard
this cold, passionless creature
talk that way before, Il think
/ know who the mysterious red
head is in the Freeman scan
dal-re1nember?"
,"Tll never forget" brutally.
a. $50 you see who and what.
/ and, Of course, so do /. now.
Tommy, dad just talked to me
3 In brotherly way, and ! see.
that dads right and I'm wrong
!. I'm sorry was so drastic
with you that night was up
set and unstrung. After all
well, Tommy boy"
Don't YOU call me Tommy
boy!" shouted Tommy.
"I-I never did before. All
Tightie--I never will again"
Thanks" curtly.
'HThen that's settled NOV, to
continue what we were discuss
ing"
WE are you Lindherg?"
Don't be rude. The inter
rupting interlude in our long
plans has ended, You were
yvr0Y1R. too. sI1nnoSe Let's