The Washington times., 1938-10-03
I T was crazy to be quarrelinI

ner, too. Eleven o'clock OF
later, Broadway as bright al
day, and here they stood
glaring at each other while q
maelstrom Of humanity swirled
round and beyond them.
II tell you don't want a coke. >
Sylvia repeated. You can bluff
all you want to, Tim Brady. bui
II know how tough things have
been since you lost your job" She
stopped glaring and her soft lips
smiled. We've had enough fun
tonight, Timmy. We've seen q
good picture and"
"A picture you supplied the tick
cts for" Tim cut in.
What if I did? Weren't they
given to me? What's the use hav
ing a brother who's an usher In
movie house if you can't
Can't" Tim yelled. So loudly
that wide-eyed lady from Grand
Rapids stared in passing. Cant!
Can't do this; can't do that
What can a fellow dol"
Stop bristling like a porcupine
Timmy. love you better than any
body; you know that. But I'm moi
thirsty. And the dime you'd spend
will pay your carfare uptown. And
then next week-if only you'd take
the lob Schlagel had offered you
we'll"
Anger shook Tim Brady. His
resentment settled partly on
Sylvia and partly on the lone Is.
cent piece in his pocket. There
was not dame in New York who
was going to tell Tim Brady when
he could or could not spend a
dime.
Hey" he blurted, "since when
have you been giving orders? !
told you I wouldn't work for old
ISchlagel. Think I want to work
in a neighborhood grocery store?
You must be nutSl"
Sylvia stared up at the good
looking, angry face. She didn't t
care that they were on Broadway,
in the midst Of after-theater
crowds. She played her last card.
Maybe I am nuts, Tommy
About you. That's why I under
stand. You're proud. I know
why you wouldn't let me lend you
a few dollars-although I still
wish you would. I know you hate
being out Of work. but-Oh, let's
forget about it tonight. If we
take the subway now, you'll be
humming by the time we get to
125th Street. You know you will.
And after you have a nights
sleep"
TAKEN BY SURPRISE
I'm having a COKE" Tim cut
in. Right here" The drugstore
beside them was incandescent and
crowded. Want to come along?"
Sylvia's eyes blazed. mo, thanks.
I don't want anything from man
who gripes about being out of
work, and then won't take a job
that's offered him just be-
cause it's small. Any job is better
than none, provided it's an honest
one. I'm going home!"
When she left him, Tim was
too surprised to follow. He let
the crowd swallow her small
fleeting figure-and he let his in
jured pride send him straightaway
into the alluring drugstore.
"Give me a COKE" he was say
ing at the fountain. Few drops
of ammonia"
He did not see the girl until
she spoke to him. Then he looked
over his shoulder, and started to
rise. A thin, lacquered person
with hair more yellow than Goldi-
locks-was saying, whats the
matter, Tarzan? You sound outta
sorts" Her smile was dazzling
when the shiny crimson lips
parted. Maybe I can help you
out. Shall sit down?"
Tim felt himself take on inches.
Sure. Sit down. Wait minute
that stools wet. Okay. Now.
Have a coke"
The yellow head inclined to-
wards his ear. Maybe. But it'll
wait. I'll talk fast, buddy. Your
girl Just walked out on you, didn' t
she? I heard you squawkin' on
the sidewalk"
Tim stared at her stonily.
"Oh, don't start bristling.
brother. I'm not tryin' to make
you. I'm on a spot myself. I got
a job to do, and I need a bright
young fella' to help. Would you
like to make so bucks?"
Maybe, he said. But it can
wait. What do you want to drink?"
"I don't care-any old thing
Then, to the clerk, "A double
frosted frappe, George. Extra ice
cream-chocolate."
Tim swallowed hard. He thought
Of the lone quarter in his pocket
And the sign said, Double frosted
Frappe, IS cents ="
what about the job?" he asked
''Js it permanent"