Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-11-03

~ UICk aS Nell Nielsen mad been
to intercept Cathlcens prog
reas between the tables OF the
~ Gypsy Camp there was an
~ other almost as swift In move
VINO wants to know" a mans quiet
voice asked.
CatFleen turned to see the man in
the shiny blue serge suit whom she had
met here with Kenneth--the reader for
Drew A. Co.
who re your" Neil snarled. tossing
his black hair back from his forehead
MY name is Paul Allison" The man
Vas quietly courteous This is Miss
Craig Miss Carroll believe YOU know ="
Neils head came up We'll. for cry
ing out loudl' he jeered what do you
think this is7 A pink tea?'
NO" Paul Allison said. "Justa little
social evening am ng friends Eyes OF
the other visitors to the camp. ever
alert for the unusual. were focusing on
the group in the aisle
"A swell dump for soireel" Neil ex-
ploded. The NeilSens don't bring their
own women into Joints like this. He
indicated Cathleen.
Cathleen stepped forward Better face
this issue now and settle II. II she did
not. 1t was bound to crop up again.
I'm not q Nielsen" she said
"and----"
THE devil you're mott" Neil Knocked
he incisive voice. You're going to be,
which amounts 10 the same thing
Whoever brought you here had better
understand that itll be healthier for
them from now on If they keep away
from you. Come on, Kit. we're breez-
ing"
Cathleen stood there, her eyes blast
ing him with their contempt.
ct hr01Ioht KIT I'm +" IuIia gaid Step-
ping into the breach. And II she cares
to she's remaining"
Tvs a dump He brought me to a
dump" The Christmas doll, who had
been sampling more than a sane
amount Of the contents of Neil's flask
swayed unsteadily at the edge OF the
group. Hes going to walk out on me
Don't you dare walk out on Poppy, Big
Boy"
Neil would have hurled a rebuff at
her had not fresh attack come from
another direction.
'You-swinel" Gypsy Estrella dug
her fat fingers, heavy with cheap rings,
into Neil's arm. These peoples, they
are my guest You butt in. Ell? You
spoil the bizznez, Ell? Then 60 Queek,
or ! scratchl"
The Gypsy, shaking with anger.
raised her hands, curled her fingers at
his face.
Neil's curly black head rolled in be-
wilderment. Fists, guns-these weapons
he knew and could face to a finish
night. But women's claws and men who
countered with polite palaver of blows
here was something he didn't know
how 10 handle.
smart dsme!" he sneered at Cath
leen. "Alwa''s got an ace or two in
reserve. Wine. do you pick EN- up?"
"Queek. or scratchl" The Gypsys
fingers were tensed for action.
"I'll get you'll" Neil said hoarsely to
the woman. moving back beyond reach
of her claws. "I'll close this joint
tighter than a landlords fistl"
"Swinel' she screeched and would
have made for him had not Cathleen
had the forethought to hang onto the
throat Some of the strands held.
Others snapped and sent bright-colored
pellets scattering on the floor.
No one, however. had thought to fore
stall the Christmas doll Seeing her
cavalier unceremoniously departing. she
set up a soprano clamor, diving after
Neil with an amazing speed.
Big Boy" she piped Don't walk
out on Poppy! Wait for Poppy, Big
Bow"
She caught him as ne reached the
with a catlike movement, II caught
the unwary heel Of the Christmas doll.
She collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Neil made an inglorious exit.
"He is no good, that one" Estrella
cackled loudly He is what you call
the big blow. Like the big green melon
Is his head, like the small green pea
n his heart" To Cathleen: You give
him the by-go, Ell? 1t is we'll So"
How Cathleen wished she had not
come with Julia TO the camp! The en-
harrassment she must be causing her