Judge — March 29, 1924 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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The Story of the Scofflaw’s [ll-fortune [' cHancen that a visitor to the city met up with some of his friends and foregathered at a 1in place to do some important seotflawing. Eddie, the bar-keep. was well supplied and genial, so a pleasant time was had by all the merry scofflaws. The memory of the afternoon lingered so pleasantly in the mind of the visitor that he returned often, thereafter, to. visit. the accommodating Eddie and to partake of his cheer. But onedark afternoon when he dropped in, Eddie was not there, his place taken by a new man of frigid manner and for- bidding aspect. Althofigh momentarily ayed, he was not entirely without dd inquired for Eddie. die’s gone,” was the noncommittal reply. That's too bad,” said the visitor with genuine feeling. “I'm a great friend of he added hopefully. questioned the man skeptically ny eyed look of distrust? “Oh, yes.” the visitor went on with a forced smile, “I'm in here a lot. Will Eddie be back soon?” “Nope,” said the man finally, and this seemed to aust the conversation possibilities of Eddie. At last the visitor summoned up his courage and broke the silence with a hollow laugh. hat was pretty good stuff Eddie used to g' I don't suppose you could find a little of it for me? Ha! Ha! Ha!” » me, “What kind of stuff?” asked the man suspiciously. “Oh, sometimes ry you know. Scotch, usually; othin? doin’.” “We don't se here,” he don’t know me anc to take a chance the Hotel Roy: said the man_ posi- andle it.” rid desperately, “you dently afraid Now I'm stopping know anyone the “Yea, I know George, the shine head waiter,” the man grudgingly admitted. “Then I tell you what you do. Can you leave the place while you come down with me and see him? He'll tell you P'm all right.” After much coaxing they got into a taxi and went to the Hotel Royal. The visitor remained con- fidently in the lobby while the man went into the dining-room to make inquiries of George. Ina few minutes the man hurried out through the lobby and past the visitor without even looking at him. Greatly puzzled the visitor went to see George. “What did to that fellow?” he inquired. “I told him you've a detective,” plied George, grinning broadly, pleased with himself. What the devil did you tell him that exploded the visitor. Why, boss, he pointed to you out there and said, “Is that fellow a detective? And Tsaid, ‘Yes, suh! He shoa is a detective.’ I didn’t know what kind of trouble you might have been getting into, boss.” Mora: Unkink the wool before weaving the web. you say re- very H. L. Morrer. The interior decorator lays out a tennis court.