The Washington times., 1933-07-31

She looked as well in the morn
ing. she told herself, as most
women did at night.
Humming softly, she moved
into the kitchen of the small
apartment and squeezed the
juice of two oranges into a glass.
To this she added a piece of ice
and the juice of half a lemon.
Then, still humming, she picked
the Morning Tabloid from under
the door and seated herself con-
tentedly by the window. She
spread the paper out before her.
Startling News
Suddenly, her eyes opened
wide. She sat erect with a
jerk. The headline was respon-
sible.
Pretty Boy Jones Escapes"
it screamed. Thought Hiding
in New York"
Pretty Boy Jones, toughest OF
gunmen, with the smile OF an
innocent child, had escaped
from the prison to which he
had been sent for 20 years
only two years before. Com
planning of chronic indigestion,
he had been placed in the hos
pital wing. He had watched
his opportunity, hit a doctor
over the head with a chair,
overpowered a guard-and
walked from the prison with
out much difficulty.
The girl tossed the paper
aside and bit her lip nervously.
She had good reason to be
nervous.
For she was Pretty Boys
sweetheart, and this was Pretty
Boys flat. His suits-at least
a dozen of them-hung care
fully in the bedroom closet.
And there must have been 80
shirts and ties in the heavy
valise in the corner.
True, the girl had never ex-
pected that they would be
used again. After all, when a
man gets 20 years, his clothes
are liable t. be a trifle out OF
date by the time he gets out.
But the girl had kept them
because the man had asked
her to. She had been per.
4nitted to see him only four
months before, and he had eau
toned her about them.
"Mazie," he had advised,
"you keep them clothes of mine
like I was goin' to step in 'em
any day. Keep 'em pressed
and cleaned. Because you never
know, baby, when I'll be step
PIN in on you. They amt
gonna keep me here, honey.
Just you wait and see."
He's Home Again
The girl stifled a scream.
There was a tapping on the
apartment door; a light tap
ping. She rushed over and flung
it open. A figure stepped in,
closed the door cautiously and
caught her in his arms.
Baby" breathed the figure
hoarsely. "Jeez, kid, it's good to
be home again!"
"It's wonderful to see you,
Frank" she cried. I'm all
shaky inside. But, honey, why
in Gods name did you come
here? You know the cops know
this Joint. You know they'll be
outside spotting the place-if
they're not there already"
The man drew her to him
again.
whats the diff. kid?" he
muttered. They amt outside
yet, and I'll be away before
they are there. But even if they
nailed me, they couldn't take
this away from me. They amt
never gonna Jake IIAAS away
from me no more"
"Now look, Mazie," he stated.
Here's the idea. I'm putting on
a suit and clearin' out. You
stick right here a coupla days
and make out like you don't
know nothin'. I'll give you a
buzz as soon as I make touch
and We'll probably wind up in
South America while the cops
are blamin' me for every kid
napin' between Jersey City and
Denver.
Nice Choir Boy
"Pick out a nice blue suit,
Maize, while I grab myself a
shirt. And maybe you think it
amt gonna feel swell to get
decent outfit on once again!
You dor't know what it means