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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 7, 1924)
L JO ELLEN ~' By ALEXANDER BLACK. CopyrlIht „!4. 7 (Continued From Yesterday.) "I know. Suppose I am chained. I'll have to buck up and do the best 1 can. I don't want to carry any thing more. You know how often It happens In a plav that If somebody would say some plain thing the whole situation would clear up? Well, I'd like to say a plain thing like that. I'm telling you the truth. I ni not lalking goody stuff. A secret gives me a twist. I’m not good at it. Prob ably there are people who can get fun out of hidden things. If they really do, maybe they're lucky. Maybe I'm a freak. That doesn't matter. 1 know what I can't do. I haven’t got time to be uncomfortable." "I see. You’re thinking about— ahout Marty." "Mostly about myself. Selfishness." "Conscience, eh?” Stan managed not to give the word a color. “If you want to call it that." She made a little sound that was not quite a laugh. "Think of a con science on Seventh avenue? Maybe it used to he a conscience and now it's a contract. I'm going home to the party of the first part.” "I’ve got a contract on my hands tonight," said Stan—it was to have been part of the formula to avoid the question of the flat—"but it doesn't mean breaking friends. Business isn't so rough as—" "Goodby.” said .To Ellen. They had reached Nineteenth street. Stan turned with her as If in defi ance. There was a tight silenre as they walked. Jo Ellen wondered whether Stan had nerves. Suddenly she stopped short. "This la really a goodby," she said. "We're near enough, are we?" he asked in a dull voice. He knew— they both knew—that all they had been thinking focused at the apart ment house door. He took her hand. "All the same," he began— She drew' her hand away and turned quickly. IH. Marty In his wheel chair was di rectly in front of the door as she let herself into their quarters. His look had a look of suspended distress. V "Wlo was it?” The'question came with a curious sharpness, as if driven out by ft seizure. "Who was it? You know, It looked like Stan Lamar. I would have taken an oath that it was—" "It was Stan Lamar.” "The dirty crook!” Curiosity faded and a convulsive, a very ugly, distortion took its place. The shock of the challenge was so poignant that Jo Ellen was held v. here she stood with her back to the Z New York --Day by Day _ ——--— Bjr O. O. McINTYRE. New York, Aug. 7.—Wall street of fers an unusual haven for the crook . to return to his rascality after serving ^ * a term in prison. Within the past few months two brokers Just out of Sing Sing were found operating buck et shops again. The only process necessary is to change the name of the firm. Most of the busness Is done by telephone. In these telephone rooms from 25 to 50 young men with bull dog tenacity comb their "sucker lists" for pros pects. One might think from their talk they were seasoned veterans of the money marts. In fact most of them are in their early twenties— messengers and board ehalkers who have learned early that "one is born every minute.” . There nerve is colossal. No rebuke restains them. One told me he had lolled up one of his prospects twice weekly for two years. "For the first year he would hang up on me, he gloated. "But In the end I got him for 5,(100 berries on a stock that Isn t worth the paper it's written on." Over the telephone they have a wgy of mentioning big names casual ly as though they were on inside terms with them. They keep in close loueh with the newspapers and courts to learn the names of those who have had a windfall of fortune. When an effort is made to smoke (hem ont by some patron who has been badly stung, they go to other houses where there is always room for them as they work on a commis sion basis. Some of (hem make a* high as $20,000 a year. It Is an easy come and easy go life they lead and in '.he White Light district they splurge w’ith their illgot ten gains—much of it coming from widows and hard working men who 4% are trying to lay up a competence for old age. The Tenderloin has a portable dice game that is patronized by those who stake small fortunes on the turn of « dice. Only those known to be "all right" are Invited. The message goes over the telephone at midnight that tHe game Is to start at 1 o'clock, one night It may be in a hotel suite, ihe next night upstairs over a garage. Huge amounts have been lost in tbs past year and many have been won. The hop-skipp and Jump method Is not to avoid the police but hold up men who are making a good living raiding gambling games. The thugs regard a hold-up of this kind as safest. The victims will not squeal. Tammany hall is 125 years old. It vnt founded In 1789 by an upholsterer ■ f Nassau street—William Moony. i was known then as the Society of St. Tammany or Columbian Order. The titles of the leaders still exist. • Sachem" and " Winklnskle." Tam many lias recently lost some of Its most useful men. Among them ore -Murphy, the leader; C'ockrun, Us greatest orator; Toni Smith, its aec iftary and Its powerful Harlem leader—Nagle. Tammany's great hold has been Its espousal of the cause of lhe poor. In return It has alw'ays been Me to hold a big vote in the hollow i,f its hand. New Yorkers praise end i nd dam ftt but Tammany carries on. md Cooper t'nlon there I - ,i little trlangulni square with rows of benches where old momen sleep They are mostly beggars, sellers of ■ ad pencils, chewing gum and news papers. They pillow their heads on shawl* and old newspapers, and the I* nolle* never bother them. The other day a reporter learned that 8(1 tier Mot of them were mothers whose children were able to support them, but when old age came they were dr ■<»rted« ( (Copyright, 1424.> dcor. Evidently Marty hud been hud dled at the window—In the dark—and would have been able to see for a considerable way up the street. He would not have been thinking of an escort. He would have tired of read itig, and the window would have beer a place of rumination. Shut-inr found windows a solace. It he hud been Spying he could not have been more successful in sighting his calamity. And she hail promptly confirmed hit: suspicion. She would not have known how to do otherwise. But there wao more to it. Telling him a whole story was another matter. It wasn't neces sary to tell all of it. When what might have been a single incident stirred him so outrageously it would be foolish to make things worse. .He wouldn't understand. Making him understand was part of her new obli gation. This was what happened when you married. ‘‘I'm sorry," was all she said at first. Such words can be rather acrid even when they are quite truthful. "How In hell—?" He seemed to be ehoked by his sudden anger. "You're not accusing me, are you?" she demanded. Perhaps he cculd see some of the astonishment that was mixed with her sense of wrong. "Accuse? You?—No. Him! Damn lllm! That crook!—grabbing you—” "I thought maybe you were blam ing me,” said Jo Ellen with a steadi ness of which she didn't admire the sound. It was a kind of lie. But he hud no right— "Don't you see," cried Marly, "that it's just like that devil—just like everything he does? Don't you see? To get hold of you—now—like a thief, a thief—then ducking away in regular crook style. He'd have a crook’s way of spotting you. And that's what 1 can't see—how he could manage—” "He was In and out of the office. Tonight I happened to meet him." Marty wanted particulars. She knew he was not really accusing her —that he was not conscious of doing that. He was fascinated by his own sudden linage of a diabolical lnstru slon, of a lecherous clutch that knew no codes. He wanted to real into the details a confirmation of the picture. The very phrases of the assailant would illuminate the characteristic methods of such a man. Nothing would be too trivial to be verifying. And to feed her husband's conviction Jo Ellen was to squirm in cross examination. He had no right—she said this again to herself. It wasn’t fair that she should be forced into nasty sub terfuges to avoid a review. All that had gone before was her own affair. The new questions deepened her sense of outrage. To be held there like a prisoner in the dock. . . . She turned to put away her hat. But there was no end to it. "What did he say about me?" Marty's chin had an eager angle He was transfixed by a tension of curiosity. Probably he would harp on this for weeks. Every device she used she would have to use again, whenever It Interested him to twist the bark. And what she thought and felt must be spread out and examined and debated In the morbidly minute process of his shut-in speculations. Her actual words were truthful, but she assured herself that her total was not true. Marty would have no idea of what had happened or how it happened; he was too busy hating Stan Lamar to see anything. Marty seemed to have created the situation. It was he who had given a new an noyance to something that had al ready been problem enough. Stan had been dragged into the house. And this would, probably, turn out to be typical. She would have to keep on giving an account of herself or build up a protective barrier. The fact that Marty would not call It a chal lenge could not stiffen the effect. He would have nothing to do but want to know. And she could come home to the supper dishes. . . . From the kitchen she heard the rattle of his wheel chair. He would always he at her elbow demiirding— affectionately—her appraisements of the world she saw. Her books must bo kept balanced. If she went any where. If she met anyone, and under took to make report, her reactions must match expectations. In the in stance of any meeting, what she said to him—any him—would always be part of the issue. If she couldn't l>e balanced she would have to be silent. She would have to built up a whatto tell when-you-get home formula v "I wonder what's become of that high-kicking wife of his?" This came clattering Into the scene. Jc Ellen paused tensely In the midst of her work. “Wife?” "The girl he ran off with. A darn er. She'd been married to some old fellow before that. After the divorce Stan married her—It happened very soon. Oh. she was notorious. A ter ror. 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S>UNSHINfc The Mu.UNER,IN / Honor cf her RETLRm PRok\ EUROPE -Sou d QcfTToBE .9^ j ■ ■ 1 This u.an All qcto the main Ball room amc> Ccmmen.ce EHOONin^ 11 HOUlWsV^ V HWE ^ I - CRCHESTT5A l I M.\ ® -r-^ / \ wises them \>ST KVCNDAW ,*M> 'TWt'i RE CNlY >KJ$t TuN\N^ UP ?? Jo Ellen, her face safely averted. "Ah! No! He wouldn't be mention ing wives. Of course not. And he'd be through with her now." "If you don’t mind,” Jo Ellen tossed over her shoulder, "we'll droo him." "Rlght-o. llrop him. Let him get that—when he comes sneaking around. Ton know the more I think of It—" •‘Marty!" Jo Kllen produced a deto nation among the dishea. "I meant that. Please don't go on with it!” "O well . . He shut himself off rather sullenly. "1 know when 1 get the hook." _ "But dropping him means dropping him. And you—" "I see. The whole thing's made you nervous. If you weren't tired or something you wouldn't—" “Perhaps I am tired. There's noth ing sinful about being tired. And when you’re tired you’re not good at being questioned and questioned as if—" "O lo<*k here, .Jo Ellen, you’re inaK ing a rttw about nothing at all. 1 wasn't finding any fault it was this fellow Stan, his having the nerve He panted to drone on v 1th ex planations, with remlnlseenoe. peer lug at Jo Ellen meanwhile as it the Out of Ills own kitchen. When tie sight of her at clone quarters* were hadn’t Keen hoi nil day. and nioet intensely provocative—ns If tv might of the evcnln.- Wh-n ho was ro under such Inspiration go on chatter- plaining to her. ing for the rest "f the night. Hhe heard the backing of the chii . 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