The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-07-27
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MONA MORAN, rsccpfionf1t In a We'll street law oAICc, goes with her childhood sweetheart, STEVE nACCAUHfIfL, to q pUD- uinP supper resort, t1Ie UalcyDm OInb. Mona lives On Third ave- fsus, supports her invalid father, mother, little 1isfeF, KITTY and ne'er.Go-WeII brother, BUD.
 Steve hms boon EnyBfeFi0usly absent from New York for three years. Now he appears, well dpesscd and prOsperDae. Win no thought of fmprOpFisty, he has ordered . gOwm and wrap sent to Mona which, after much inde- cisf0n, she decides tO wear.
 At the oiIlcc that day Mona has met BARRY TOWNSEND. rich and sOcinllA prominent, but re. fused to dine with him. However, she cannot dismiss Barry from her mind. Mona is pleased ct the Improvement fn Stcvc's appear. think sElc is in love with him.
 They find table and Steve ex- claims, Look who's here!" ~ NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHATTER VII
 Bud Moran slid through the door of Buck Harkins' private office at the Halcyon Club. He closed the door softly and leaned against it. his eyes travelling quick ly over the room.
 Buck wearing full evening dress bent over . cigaret-scarred desk. his round face perspiring beneath the hanging electric light. The green shade bathed him in sickly hue. He looked up inquirifigiy, then applied himself to his task again in silence.
 Well, Kid, he said at length. "How's trickB?"
 Bucks expert eye surveyed Bud for a brief instant, noting the boys perturbation. "what's wrong, Kid :? Somebody take your stick of candy?.
 Bud threw out his hands with a gesture of irritation. T seen my sister out front, Buck"
 "Sister?" Buck Harkins' voice dropped to a purr. well, lots of folks sisters are out front tonight, Kid. We're doing a fine business. Fine! What's wrong with that. Kid"
 Again Bud made the gesture of futility.
 The older man motioned him to a chair and with a sudden slump the boy sat down. He drew 8 package of cigarets from his pocket and lighted ones Buck watched with amusement. So young and so much to learnt But excellent material for the gangs purposes.
 "She didn't trail you, did she 2" Buck asked seriously as if this were the one calamity that could befall his gang. Your sister got here first, didn't she? Well. what are you kicking about? Maybe she didn't even spot you"
 "She saw me all right! But l had the door half open. see? couldn't turn back!'
 now, Kid! But cheer up-she can't hurt y0u."
 Bud lifted his feet to the sill of the window, set there apparently fog uniformity in architecture rather than the amount of sun and air that migth enter, and began to blow smoke rings. There was a nonchalance in his manner which he did not feel.
 The older man rose from his seat went to the opening through which he could observe the crowded sup per club and for moment was lost in the glamour of the throng out side. Then he waddled back to his desk, smiling, rubbing his hands together.
 "Lots of sisters out there. Kid" he purred again. Such pretty girls!
 Buck Harklns was not the mans real name. Bud knew. Once long ago Buck had taken a rap" for a gangster higher up and the title had descended to his shoul- ders. The habit also had descended. A youth known as Slim Dugan was at this instant in Sing Sing serv- ing a sentence for Buck.
 Bud rose and went to the open ing for moment.
 Look, Buck" he said as the mu- sic suddenly stopped. There's my sister, the girl in green. Red-head- ed. You can't miss her. She's gone to that table just beyond that posti There"
 The pride in Buds voice brought the other to his side. Buck Harkins was interested in pretty girls. He applied his eye diligently and drew in his breath with low whistle. ------------- ----------------------