The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-11-09

How much Of it do you get?"
"As your manager 1 retain IF -
hmm, well forty dollars. What do
you say?"
The speakeasy proprietor hustled
up. Say, I told you to empty those
spittoons along the bari Go and do
it now" The bouncer stood grin
ming at him.
Did you hear what I said?"
TINE bouncer reached for his hat
i and coat. You empty EN-,
Tony. And rub it in your scalp
Maybe it'll grow mushrooms" He
followed the professor out Of the
bar.
80 I get sixty bucks. There's
no catch in this, is there, Uncle?"
why Of course not! All you
have to do is. BY the way. 9.
All, how is your wind?"
Search me. I haven't moved
faster than a walk for months"
I'VE. ali, perhaps we'd better
do a little roadWork.
What's your name, Uncle?"
Bennett, Edward J. Bennett. My
intimates call me professor"
"Okay, Professor. I'm Morgan
Steve Morgan"
"Morgan-good ring name, that"
So Steve Morgan left off speak
easy bouncing to become q prize
fighter.
1t was crack of dawn. Along a
Long Island country road a Ford car
was ambling; at its side trotted
Steve Morgan, dressed in old dun
garees and a sweater.
Did that young fellow :"
pulled Steve, have to do this
marathon stuff"
"Ah, my boy Gaffney trained
magnificently He'd run ten miles
and come back with the speed of an
antelope! Skipped the rope like
hyweight."
We'll, it looks like after Friday
night Young Morgan is going to
change his profession. This is
brutal"
The Professor took one hand from
the wheel Of the Ford, drew bottle
from his pocket and raised it to his
lips as the roar of an approaching
motor startled them
Hey, Professor, look outl"
Steve jumped upon the running
board and the professor pulled to
one side of the road A large sports
phaeton zoomed past at seventy
miles an hour. 1t barely missed
them, and in trying to right itself
Skidded off the road and overturned
in the ditch.
Steve ran to the car and saw
uniformed chauffeur, who had been
thrown clear, getting up slowly,
holding his head. Half up, he re-
Taxed upon the ground.
Projecting from the side of the
car were pair of beautiful, silk
clad legs. Taking hold of the legs,
Steve disentangled them from the
cushions and drew from the over
turned car startlingly beautiful
young woman in evening dress and
white evening wrap. She was moan
ing slightly.
CTEVE carried the young woman
~ up the bank and laid her down
on the grass. On his knees beside
her, he saw her eye lids f1utter.
Keep your head, sister. Can you
talk?"
like this" muttered the girl, as
though half delirious. She was
soaked and muddy from having
landed in the ditch, and her teeth
began to chatter.
Where do you hurt?" asked
Steve, solicitously.
I'm w-w-wet e. C-c-old," she
chartered, opening her eyes.
Steve pulled off his sweater, re-
vealing his muscular torso, and
wrapped 1t around her shoulders.
Its kind of sweaty," he apollo
gized.
"Oh-kay. I'm the athletic TYPE"
Steve laughed at her gameness,
and called to the Professor who was
helping the dazed chauffeur to his
feet: How is he? On his. feet to
stay?"
Get back here in your corner,
son." said the Professor, leading the
chauffeur to a tree.
stay with him." said Steve and
started toward a farmer who came
running up from a field.
Go call a doctor!" he shouted
to the man, who at once turned and
made for a house a quarter of a
mile back on the road.
Steve returned to the girl.
There's a farmhouse back here
a piece, sister. Let's make for it,"
He picked her up in his arms and
started down the road.
He opened the door of the house
and carried the girl into the parlor
where he heard the farmer saying
into the telephone: Il don't know
how badly they are hurt, but hurry,
will you doc?"
-
CTEVE laid the girl on a horse
~ hair sofa as the farmer hung up
the receiver. Got any whisky?
Hot water-anything?"
While the farmer dashed into the
kitchen. Steve removed the sweater
and her evening wrap from the
girls shoulders. He eyed her gown.
Here, let's peel this" and he
lowered the shoulder straps.
"B-b-but e" she started to
protest, her teeth chattering.
Don't mind about me. I was
raised with seven sisters. Unhooks
here, doesn't it?"
Standing back Of the sofa, Steve
pulled the dress over the girls head,
gave her figure an admiring glance,
picked up a quilt from the back of
the couch and wrapped it about her.
I Che hyrGI1al ~,