The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-08-19

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Wasn't that nice of him? 'Ot
course he said, If you let some
one else gamble for you. that's
different. Then you'll win"
oh" said Sam. lifting his
left eyebrow. And them"
why everything happened
like he predicted. exactly. First
met the crippled soldier-he
was selling postcards in the
booth just where I got off the
bus. Second, 1 saw something
that would make me sad: That
was those cruel men shooting
the dear little fluffy pigeons. ]
wept, Sam, honest, seeing them
lying crumpled in the grass.
Tears came to AIMS eyecorners
as she recalled the "Tir aux
pigeons" stand.
WON HER $500
What else did this guy pre-
dict?" Sam snorted SuspiciouslyD
That I would meet some one
who would offer to gamble for
me, and-and I should lend him
five hundred dollars"
"Ha! I'll bet that came true. "
Absolutely. Why. Sam, how
did you know" AIMS eyes grew
round as sunfloWers. only ]
don't think it was the boy the
fortune teller meant. He had
never heard of him. But he had
wonderful system"
You gave him your money!"
Heart freezing, Sam watched AIMS
lips.
"Uh.huh," she nodded.
His heart went bleak. Only for
a moment; then came the resolve
of the Navy to the rescue. If it
was not too late-Ann played into
his plan.
Sam, darling, would you mind
going in and taking a peek?
mean that wouldn't hurt any,
would it? And I'd so like to know
how much I'm winning"
She gave sam a vague descrip-
ZION OF the boy.
"Okay, kid" grimaced Sam
promptly cheerful, III take a
look. You wait right here. I'll be
back in jiffy.
He hurried across the traffic
congested road. He showed his
card and gave up his cap for a
franc at the door, then hurried
into the gambling rooms.
"FAITES VOS JEUX"
He paused when the frock-coated
attendants bowed him in. Crowds
of men and women clustered
around the long, double.ended
roulette tables, eyes greedily
watching the bouncing ivory ball,
ears greedily listening to it click
from number to number inside the
walnut bowl.
"Dir-Sept, noir, impair. Seven.
teen, black, odd" droned the Group
Ter. "FditeS DOS jeur, meSSieurS, !"
which translates into the less pol
ished call of the clip-joint barker:
mdhC yOuL UcGS, genus.
No one Sam saw quite answered
AIMS description of the crook
who handled her money. Suppose,
thought Sam in panic, he simply
took the money and never gam
bled it? Not likely. No, If he
wasn't around the roulette wheels
maybe he was in the baccarat
room. Sam turned into the side
room reserved for baccarat play.
ers.
AS he entered he heard a fall
setto voice shout "Banco!"
He had a bunch that was his
man. Yes, the smooth black hair,
black eyes, gray suit with white
stripes. Sam lurched forward
checked himself. If the man won
Sam waited while the croupier
shoveled out the cards from the
dealer. The man threw down his
cards disgustedly. He had lost.
He counted out crinkling bills.
Sam lunged across the baccarat
table, seized the mans hand.
CRIES OF PROTEST
you come out with me-"
Sharp, excited cries of protest,
a woman's shrek, angry protests
from the man. Sam twisted the
mans arm. Suddenly he was sur
rounded by frock-coated giants.
They had sprung from hidden
corners. gripped Sam with pincer-
like fingers, dragged down his
arms, forced him struggling be.
fore them. He fought back.
smashing his fist right and left.
Soon they crowded so closely he
no longer could raise his arms.
while Sam sputtered. protesting
curses. the frock-coated flood
swept him through the casino
doors to the street.
SAM" shouted Ann, who had
witnessed the scene. Come here
this minute"
Breathing like a grampus, Sam
crossed the road. He sat heavily
on the bench beside Ann.
Listen. if those thugs think
they can get away with that"
he painted. TIL show them III
bring up a bunch of gobs-"
HERE 1 AM"
He stopped to watch Ann. She
was standing up waving.
"Yoo-hoo! Here I am"