Judge — April 28, 1923 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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The Sinn Fein Emerald by Arthur C. Brooks arcuixe up her hand, he slipped a ring on to the third finger. “Oh, Hermie!” she gas-piped. It was a beautiful big Sinn Fein emerald, surrounded with diamonds and sap-phires. ‘ost_cighteen-hundre he blurbed. “There isn’t another girl in New York with a gem as flawless as that,” pointing. “My gosh, Merceilynn, do you realize what you're getting? Why, it’s per! “Are you trying to sell this to m suspicioned. “No; I'm giving it to you. But,” he muffled “—keep this under your hat—the boss was stewed last night, and thinks he lost it.” He gazed deep into her garnet eyes with their 1 lashes. “Mo’ lashes,” he purled. She sen-sened, staring demurely at the third button on his vest. ‘he telephone ohmed. it a minute, Merci,” he turquoise chiffon shoulder. ; where you are, darling. Vll be back in a moment.’ He loped across the linoleum, breezy, boyish, wasp-waisted, tweeded. She wi ed. “Yes?” he husk the a yes-man?” she dulceted. he seltzered, eyeing his cuff- link. vo. Yes. Yes. “Whom?” she staccatoed, as he re- turned. “My boss,” he sheepished, “wants me to work to- night.” “Oh, shoot!” she stampeded. like to slap your old boss! “Be yourself!” he brusked. “It won't be for long, dear.” “What Il Ido here alo she tor- nadoed, “It’s only Mercilynn!” he Jed in Parisian. “Merci beaucoup! (“Buck up, Merci!”) He hurried about, searching for his skimmer and stick, and found them and the puppy under the div -ta-te- he bugled, “Boom! Boom!” she responded ab- stractedly. He telephone volted. “It’s. me,” whis- ol’ Lizzie?” “Reg’lar clipper, ain’t she, cap’n? An ordinary tree toad, as magnified in the imagination of our sleepless city visitor. 1a voice with a frightened hiccup in Termie. I'm at the office. The boss sing a terrible rumpus over that ring. He says if I don’t produce within fifteen minutes he'll throw me out the window. I know he thinks I’m an awful liar, but I told him I left it with you for safe- keeping. Be sure to have it Merci. I'll ride over on my bicy¢ The receiver clucked. Idly she looked at her hand as it left the instrument—gone! | ALONZO snow (BOATS i555 Cap'n Snow—Wal, I guess I'll have to use her for a tender. 18 Now what’re you goin’ to do with Frantically she leaped out of the chair, shook her skirt, patted the top of the table, the doily, the upholstery. Nothing doing. Excitedly she dropped to her knees and went galloping around the room on fours, minutely examining the rugs. performance. Nuttily she jumped erect and paused to replace a strand of hair. Yawned the puppy. She thought, “The little hound!” »! She’ pried open his mouth, rehed the pink eagerly, hopefully. Ha!” he grinned. Rain threatened as she poised, desper- ate, hunted. Again she raced around, sickish with dread. No use. Then she heard Hermie hurdling the stairs. Too impatient to wait for the elevator, he had zoomed up the thirteen flights. The trowel-like toes of his shoes were bumping the backboards. Soon he would burst in. She halted, age, ¢ The knob knolled. shingly she reached for her pistol t, with the gypsy thought of getting the drop on him as he entered, but recalled that she had left the Luger in a bureau drawer. Weakly she extended her right hand to support herself. Come! The ring was in place on the third finger. She felt for the chair. “AIL right, Merci?” he broadcasted, breathless almost. She smilaxed, holding out. “Good!” he amp- lified. “I’'llbuy youa solitaire to-morrow.” oor Hermie! she rippled. “Al- ways holding the wrong hand!” A The wife asked if he had brought her sor 1 the door defiantly, > roses. o,” he replied, “T have brought home some fresh rhubarb, Say it with food.” Whereat she made him a tart reply. ery Hoffy told such a long tale of woe about his eyes that his friend became seriously ed. “Look here, old fellow,” said his friend, “you want to see an optimist.” tae “There's no heat on in this flat.” “Yes, there is, my dear, You felt the wrong end of the radiator.”