The Washington times., 1935-07-20

you'd like a new dress to go to
meeting in" He laughed.
Make the other sistahs jeal-
ous!"
Huh! I amt studyin' them"
swell, come on, Suky. Take
it then-just as a little present
from me-"
How come you amt never
tried to give me a little present
befoah, Ell? No, thank you,
Mistah Renton, you all keep yoh
money, and Suky will keep what
she knows"
The door closed decisively,
and Cyrus K, peeping eau
tiously around his concealing
corner, saw Renton stride to the
elevator, ring the bell with more
force than it required, and
: heard him mutter angrily to
himself,
Suky answered his ring.
"Good mohnin', Mistah Cyrus,
suh," she beamed, a wide smile
spreading across her wrinkled
face. II Suah Is glad to see
you, sub. Come right in. You
suah am a sight to brighten
these old eyes,"
what have you got hidden
there under your apron?" he
asked, as she still so deliberate
ly kept that hand out of sight.
I'll bet I know"
She looked startled.
"Sho enough now, MiStah
Cyrus, does you know? I de-
clare it do seem like you knows
erbout everything"
II can make q pretty good
guess" he leased her. "I'll bet
it's that vile old pipe you smoke,
when you don't expect anyone.
Am I right?"
whats the matter, Suky?"
he said letting her go. Don't
you want to show me?"
She paused, seemed to debate
some question within herself.
IF I show you, Mistah Cyrus,
you promise you all won't try
to stop me?"
"Of course, I'll promise" he
laughed. Come on. out with
it."
Slowly she drew her hand
from beneath her apron. Cyrus
K. leaned forward, and was
shocked out Of his laughing
fun.
In her large, finely veined
black hand, she held the small
figure of a man, cut from some
thing that looked to Mantel
like a potato. The man was
crudely but well carved from
this substance, and around the
neck of the little figure was a
rope, noosed and pulled tight.
Cyrus K. shivered. He knew
what it was, and what it meant.
AS he looked at the little fig
ure, resting there in Suky's
black hand, he knew that she
was starting voodoo, to get
someone hanged.
Thinking of the talk he had
overheard Just as he came in,
he shivered again.
The morning following the
spectacular announcement OF
Donetta's engagement to Schuy-
Ter Millbanks, at Kate Doyle's
Night Club, was a typical San
Francisco morning.
The fog lay so thick over the
city that early motorists had
their lights on and the street
lights still remained ablaze.
The bay resounded with the
sirens and bells Of incoming
and outgoing steamers, and
the natives" assured the tour
lists that the fog would lift by
noon.
Donetta awoke from a rest
less sleep with her brain fully
as foggy as the day, but her
inner self flooded with light
and gaiety.
Gerry awoke with her mind
too clear. almost painfully
alert and bright, but her spirits
were draped in a fog far more
somber than that which over
hung the city.
The two girls turned, each
upon her separate couch and
long green eyes looked into
bright, hard, blue ones.
WELL" Gerry broke the
silence. $50 you're going to de-
sert your old pal, going to
break up the sister act, and
leave little Gerry out in q
cruel world on her own?"
Don't be silly, Gerry dar'
ling" Donetta's voice was soft
"You know I would never
leave you alone"
"Hey, hey!" said Gerry,
"don't tell me you expect to
take me on your honeymoon"
"You can scott all you want