Smyrna times., 1935-07-11
WEEKLY STORY
AROUND TABLE
Reading to While Away Time
Under the Evening Lamp
When Days Work is Done
INTERESTING READING
FRIENDLY INTEREST
BY Scott w. Ryall

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.fire-escapes.
But they are not the Ninth ward
ers. For them it is an oasis in s
cold city; dowdy, fat mother hold
ing forth a friendly interest fol
the good, bad and Indifferent among
her sons and daughters.
Solomon Brady Isaacs, gentle
man of mixed parentage, found that
out. Solly had, at one time, been
the hope of the ward with his broad
street and school education topped
by a not-so-broad correspondence
course in law, which enabled him
to skin by the bar examinations.
From his mother Solly inherited
a fine mat of red while his father
contributed a pudgy form and astute
mind. By his own efforts he set
up the combination behind second
hand desk and gold-leaf lettering,
~Attorney-at-Law," on the window.
1t was a moment of pride. to his
father when he opened the office
and his feelings were shared by
the ward, up one block and another.
They dutifully brought their paltry
law cases to him, were surprised
that he expected pay did not pay
him, and after some months the
landlord found it necessary to
carry out eviction proceedings for
which case he did not hire Solly.
Solly evacuated the ward in bit
ter anger and went through four
year siege as law clerk in down.
town office. There his education
broadened to include intimidation
and coaching Of witnesses, the lu-
crative profession of framing alibis
and disposing Of "hot' bonds; in
short, the manipulation Of Justice
at price.
He scraped and saved through
those years, gathering a clientele,
nursing a dream of revenge.
One day In June, when the smells,
fruit peels, push-carts, kids and
clothes were most evident, Solly re-
turned, preceded by a small van Of
new furniture which went into the
whole second floor of the newly
renovated Lowenthal building.
He sat behind curtained win
.dows, grinning down spitefully on
the staring faces Of erstwhile neigh
bors. Then he turned on the sallow
youth, newly appointed guardian of
the outer Office.
1All cases from the Ninth ward
paid in advance and double rate"
the little lawyer instructed saw
agely. "I1l show 'em. And every
afternoon you 60 out. Find who
owes money to which. Get 'em to
sue. Make 'em mad. Make Mr..
Ginsburg, at the Kash and Harry
grocery, collect from everyone who
owes him money. Make SilversteiBs
stop giving credit at the warehouse.
Scare 'emi"
His eyes blazed viciously.
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ence gnawed within the ward. 1t
was carefully guided and superin-
tended by the red-headed man be-
hind the curtained windows in the
Lowenthal building.
Il hear Mr.. Ginsburg is having a
hard time of it. A bad thing when
a family man goes astray."
-Who said that?'
@The boy who works for Solly
Isaacs. He let it slip. I know he
didn't mean to. He bit his lip,
like this"
Bad days, very bad days for the
ward with friend against friend.
and even old man Isaacs suspected
Of handling stolen goods.
In the midst of it the little law
yer watched the growing havoc and
expanded his business of aiding
criminals through loopholes of law.
His neighbors, unsuspecting vic
tins of his malignant hate, were
proud OF his comeback. They
watched his meteoric rise with won
der, without too great curiosity, but
they did watch.
The people on Grimm street
knew the back Of the Lowenthal
building and could see certain skulk-
ing figures go in the alley.
AS thoughts will rise to murmurs
and murmurs rise to official ears,
there came time when the plumb
ing in the Lowenthal building sud-
denly stopped and workmen must
mess through Solly's private offices,
much to his irritation, secretly leav-
ing little hidden transmitters.
Detectives listening from another
part of the building, making notes
of Solly's indiscretions and sins,
were the indirect cause of Mr..
Ginsburg shaking his head sol
emnly before Mrs. Breeden some
four months later.
II hear Solly Isaacs is on book
keeping at the prison." he said. You
remember Solly? OF course. Funny
about him; a quiet, harmless, nice
young feller. All, IL we had only
known, we might have warned"
You never can tell, Mr.. Gins
brrp Would Won mind pharoino