The Washington times., 1930-12-04

should know. You're yellow IN.
side and outside. ! helped
spring you an I risked my life
to do It. That's okay with me.
Now, don't get In my hair.
You're washed up out back in
circulation. ScrarI1, sister
blow-breeze- can you iahale
that, or do I have to send 1t to
you on Q baby.hlue engraved
card with no r. s. v. P? or
will I Just hang up on you?"
He Called On Annie
He didn't have to-she hung
up on him.
Young Gillespie strolled out
to the garage and got out his
roadster. He made Detention
Home in 10 flat. He found the
outside door open to anybody
and the inside door closed to
everybody. Tommy looked up
and down and around, and
spotted white push-button, an
old.fashioned one. He jabbed
on it. He waited. Then he
thumbed again. A woman
dressed somewhat like nurse
opened a crack in the door.
who an what do ye wants"
she demanded.
II want to see-h'm-Mrs.
Livermoor."
"You an the rest Of the
world. Are you her brother.
mouth.piece, husband, cousin
or whoSis?"
"Say-er, Mr.. X"
The matron stepped back hall
q stance. "Oi--h," she snorted.
"Ye're Mr.. XXI Well, I'm her
social cnaperon an yer wire
oopset her sinstive young ma.
ture. Saints alive, ye ARE
blond. How the divil'd she
guess it?"
Tommy Gillespie knew very
little Of the ethics or etiquette
of police stations. But he knew
he was talking to al Irish
woman.
4 don't know" he STAN
mered. 81 don't know much,
anyway"
"Well, / can't let ye in" said
the matrcn in o STACEY under
tone. But I'll take any mes
sage TO the girl friend. She's
been up-an'-up Wit me-"
No End to It
with you and everybody =.
tell her this: Mr.. x Is out hare.
ready to put up bail, ready to
get her out, ready to-just say
ready to-say he didn't finish
it-there's no end TO It,"
"Go on wit ye, young fsller-
I could finish it mesef-Whal
the-what do ye t'ink ! sm?"
II hadn't given that any pro
found degree Of speculation"
"Oh-h, hadn't ye? Isn't that
just too hurn.Ine.up bad?"
Here" he said-and handed
her q twenty-dolla bill.
There's no Mrs. x booked
here" she retorted, looking at
the double saw.buck. Tommy
handed her another twenty.
"M'm-She just come in
what's the message?"
TELL her I adore her-I'm
waiting-I can't live without
her-I'u go her bail for her and
I'll go to hell with her-I'll--
I'll--Tell her Tommy boy is
downstairs-with his arms wide
open - waiting - longing - tell
"I'Il tell her, mister-what is
It you want me to tell her?"
ooh, tell her it's mel mean
it's I-danila q college educa-
tion-I. No, tell her It's Tommy
waiting, ready to spring her
when she wants to be sprung"
Sorry" said the matron,
with official dignity, "but it is
against regulations to carry
them kind Of messages to pris-
oners sorry"
, "Oh--an right-here's an
other twenty tell her"
You're very carless wit
dough. But bein' the only son
o'-whoa pardon me. Bein'
young an rich, ! suppose ye
can afford to buy yer toys"
Tommy caught the "act."
He drew out a pencil and q
sheet Of paper.
Whats the use trying to kld
your" he laughed, as he paused
In his writing. "Tske this up 10
Mrs. x, you won't be sorry"
He had the human decency
to. attach two five-spots to 1T
and the matron had the human
decency not to read the note
until she had closed the door.
And ANS Well
Lady Ready to bail you.
Waiting and longing. Come 70
me. X"
And the matron carried 1t in
to Polack Annie who was TAX
ing aFbath.
Just a zinc tub in Detention
Home-the delousing depot Of
the demi-monde danes.
Polack Annie, her hair no
color at all, was all soap Up TO
her nose and down to her toes.
Her richly colored' skin Clistened
from the water. The matron
held out the note.
Cant be annoyed snapped
Annie.
ITS from Tommy boy"