The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-06-02

desperate look.
 "You're a silly little fool head ing straight for the devil" he said. Then reaching for the glass the bartender handed him, he added, And I'm going with you"
 Don't talk rot" she said sulk- fly. T don't want you policing me. You don't own me" Her voice grew hysterical. T don't see what ever saw in you-such a prigl"
 "A brig because I object to your going with Martin when you know he's a crook. A prig because l don't like the pretty drinks he concocts for little girls" His voice broke. My God, Clefn. Can't YOU see it's only because love YOU that I'm talking this way?"
 As Jacks words again rang out through the room, Martin left his table and walked slowly across to l the bar.
 Sorry to interrupt" he drawled, but thought we had a date to- night, Clem."
 Like a little slave, Clem. put down her drink and turned to go with him.
 Jack, white with anger, faced Martin. "You can't take my girl"
 There was a flicker of amuse- ment in the Dukes eyes. "She wants to go."
 Jacks right fist clutched con- vulsiyely, then trembled. Per haps you would like my money as we'll" He reached in his pocket. "Irl buy her back. How much IS she worth?" He flung a roll of bills on the bar.
 you're acting like fool, Bur den. Put that money back in your pocket"
 Spluttering with rage, Jack struck out at Martin, flaming the air as the Duke side-stepped his fist.
 Clem stepped between the two men, her eyes were cold and hos tile. T never want to see you again, Jack Burden" she cried. "You're-you're unspeakable!"
 Martin caught her by the arm, his lowering face red and dark. Come on, Clem." But before he could turn, Jack had swung again and this time he landed a neat one on Martins chin. The owner of the Dove reeled slightly. Don't be such a sap," he warned, show ing Jack into a chair. Clear out and come back when you're sober"
 "Ill clear out when I damned well get ready" shouted Jack.
 The little group at the bar had everybody's attention. The head waiter rushed excitedly forward, a couple sitting near Martin and Jack moved to far table and Nick came hurrying through the door.
 "You louse," he cried, grabbing Jack by his shoulder. So you thought you could strong arm the boss!"
 With cold brutality Martin walked out. Clem followed him People returned to their tables. The tap room again humn,ed with chatter.
 '"Take a drink to clear your head" Nick advised, nodding to the bartender to pour Jack a stiff one.
 Feigning to reach for the drink, Jack swung at Nick's head instead, sending him spinning like bil- Hard ball among the tables. Be- for the crowd could grasp ex- actly what had happened, or be- fore Nick could recover, Jack had drained the glass of whiskey, hurled it at the head of an advancing and menacing waiter and bolted | for the door.
 Still running, h bumped hard into Mary Franklin, just as she was stepping into the main en- trance.
 Good heavens, Jack, but you're in hurry!" she eXcalimed irri- tably.
 When he didn't stop to apologize she stared after him. He stood on the curb in front of his automo- bile, swaying unsteady as he tried to unlock the car door.
 Mary rushed toward him as he stumbled in.
 Jack, she cried, attempting to grab the car door, What is the trouble?" He banged the car ,dool shut. Mary was thrown backward on the pavement. His only reply was a screeching of the tires as he swung the car out into the mid. de of the street and careeneo wildly of.
 Quickly picking herself up, Mary shouted at taxi whirling by. Climb ing excitedly in she called to the driver, Follow that blue coupe"
 The taxi man nodded. Jacks car was already turning up Thiro Avenue.
 A shifting of the brakes threw Mary forward as her taxi jerkee to stop.
 Go on," she cried, cant you see we're already losing track o1 that blue car?"
 But the driver didn't answer. policeman had thrust a grim fact l