The Washington times., 1930-11-17

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once q guy I wanted to clip
and I played on the most dan
gerous thing in his life--a worl-
an. She loved him with a jeal-
ousy that could be aroused to
criminal insanity, He was q
simp. It wasn't so hard to get
another woman into his apart
ment one night, one Of those
trim little dolls I'd dressed up
like a chicken, served dressed
or undressed. / saw to 1t, too,
that the jealous Jane had 0
gat. That was that"
3. Another Simp.
He gave q little sniff Of con-
tempt that jerked his shoulders
back. His thin lips became
thinner and narrowed eyes more
narrow. Annie was indifferent.
Her lessons in intrigue were
confined to pineappleS, gatS
and typewriters.
"Oh, yes" he gri1ned. II said
I would tell you q couple Of
stories. There was another guy.
He was a Sirnp, too, like all Of
'em. / had to work q three
time combination on him, in
another way.
''I had some foolish letters q
married woman had once writ
ten to another guy and he had
sold them to me-and I used
them. I didn't like the wonnan's
husband anyway. I'd wreck
that combination Of a cheating,
tWo-tirnin' wife and o boobish,
trustin' husband along with my
other plans. The doll craved
clothes an she didn't like any
letters In circulation. I showed
her how she could get the
clothes an enough dough to
cop the letters. And she played
into my hands and dealt the
other bird jacks up on eights.
The husband called the deal.
One guys feedin' the roots Of
daisies, fond hubby is SerVin'
the works up the River, and the
jane is one of my best dope
showers. See?"
Clever guy" nodded Annie:
AN what you want me to do
play the jealous woman or the
worried wife?"
Neither, you dumb red-head
Il want you to go out and get
this college punk that fell so
hard for you'll want you to let
him get you. knew he fell,
see? The waiter was tellin' him
all about you, and I could see
his eyes hurnin' that flamin'
top-knot Of yours"
On the Spot
"Oh, sighed Annie. Gimme
somethin' harder. I amt no
kindergarten teacher. Lemrne
take a man over seven"
Silk sInacked his hands on
the teakwood table. The coffee
and the water splaShed over the
linen.
Take off your kiddin' clothes.
When Silk talks he amt mum
blin' to hear himself. I want
you to put this punk on the
spot! You don't have to do the
dirt like you did in Chi-IIl
have it done. just swing him
around gently to where I want
him. Well figure out the de-
tails later. He's the son of old
Tall Tom Gillespie, and when
he. passes there1l be- hell-un-
less it's done like Silk wants it
done with"
With fine Italian mitt,
like Kinky King used to say
pat him on the back to find q
soft spot to stick In the knife"
purred Annie.
Her Education
you did learn somethin Ia
Chicago, didn't you, you little
low-lived--"
"Sweetheart-yo called me
that last night" and Annie
pushed the little table against
his chest and jumped up and
threw her arms about his neck.
"S-w-e-e-t-h-e-a-r-t," slowly
enunciated Silk, enveloped in
the perfume of her satin COW
cred breast. But he quickly
pushed her away. Silk was
himself again business first.
''It's hard for me to do this
with you. / love you, red-head.
But i trust you more than I
could trust anyone else, and I
know my love for you viii make