The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1942-01-17
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have got me If hadn't got him.
You mean he tried to foul
you >"
Angel laughed whats a foul
when the Jump isn't looking Be
sensible. sweetness. Somebody had
to put him out so he'd stay out
Isn't that right. Nom >"
Depends on the point Of views
I said. As q business PROPOSE
ton. I'd say you're right. And I
expect football is more business
than II rs anything else"
Sure. II is" the scout said.
And a good business 10 be in"
We'll. think it's rotten" JUDI
dy said. 1T takes all the fun out
of winning my bet"
Angel put on his coaxing way.
Come on. honeybuneh." he said.
Don't 60 prissy on me. Let's just
the two Of US go out to dinner
somewhere.
NO: / don't want to, Angel
she said. I'm going to Tembsy."
Instead of taking it on the
smile. as I expected he would.
Angel got cocky. Could you blame
him for feeling his oats7
20. X, II that's the way you
feel about it," he said. TN jog
into town and get myself a snoot-
full of celebration. Training. off.
and I guess I've got II coming to
me-"
/ think ne had. at that.
We didn't see him for several
days. I totted up the accounts for
the weekend. Wed taken in close
to three hundred and seventy
five dollars. Besides. there was
Juddy's four hundred. and my
fifty on the game. We could thank
Angel for that.
Again was singing at my
work. Juddy wasn't. She felt bad
about Angel when he didn't show
up.
Tambay was shy another regu-
lar. Maurie Sears wasn't coming
around any more. II got me to
thinking. All his friends laid of
him about the mix-up at the Rice
Club. But there was a bunch If
small-town rats that hung around
the corners. and / heard they'd
taken to staggering and passing
remarks when Maurie went past.
One of 'em was a big loafer named
Bike Croft. He had a reputation
for knitting niggers. and had spent
half his twenty-first year In the
pen.
Bike thought it would be smart
to take a crack at . swell like
Maurie Sears who, generally
speaking, wouldn't so much as spit
downwind in his direction. He
braced him one morning as Msurie
was going past with hunting
crop in his hand he was taking
to the repair shop.
Hey, Searsy!"
Being funny, Of course. That
kind of scum don't make them
selves folksy with Mauries and
Searses and Rantouls. His gang
gave him a laugh for it. Maurie
stopped
What did you call me-" he
said.
Mister Sears, to you. Got your
gun back from that Yankee"
Maurie moved toward him, and
he backed up. Don't you hit me-
he said.
His hand went to his belt, but
he didn't get far enough TO do any
harm. The hunting crop cracked
down on his wrist. and the knife
rolled into the gutter.
None OF the bunch was laughing
now. Bike was mounting over
his fingers.
Look at his hand. Ia IT
broken"
Bantry examined it. TT looks
right queer, Mr.. Sears
Take him TO DR.. starrow. Tell
the doctor the bill is TO come 10
me. Has snyon else anything TO
saw"
There wasn't any answer. ex-
cept Bikes sniffles.
That served notice on Leverton
that Maurie Sears wasn't safe to
fool with. The bad part OF IT was.
though. that II started the talk
I'D again. Ola Uncle Rantoul
Maurie. who was eighty-four and
fought to have had more sense
went shutting around town saying
that in his day any dam-yankee
who tried TO disarm a gentleman
wouldn't have lived long enough
TO say his prayers. At the Feed
eria, IL I heard il once. ! heard il
twenty times from talky eusto-
mers that il was only a question
of time when Sears would get
lickered up and 20 on the war
path Of honor.