Evening Star Newspaper, July 7, 1936, Page 20

PHYLLIS MOORE GALLAGHE CHAPTER VIIL HE Annapolis hot dog parlor was crowded. All of the riff- raff—the water rats, the very dregs of the town—were there. Bome were shooting pool; others were dropping nickles into claw machines and grimly watching the small silver derricks reach for clocks, cigarette cases, golf balls and compacts, and expertly pick them up and let them slide back from where they had been | lifted; still others were drinking and | eating. | Tony Frenetti, who owned the| parlor, was scanning the racing re- | sults in the morning paper to see 4 his number had won the pool.| He folded the page, stopped short and began to grin. | Instantly the numbers racket was| forgotten, for he saw the article about Patsy Warfield and read it through, his grin widening. Years ago he had been a gob on board | Comdr. Warfield’s ship. Years ago | he had grown to hate the commander —to hate him with an intensity and viciousness that lived and grew and | remained within him long after the | commander’s death. That hatred had | begun in Guam, born of nothing more than an insane jealousy of Warfleld'sl rank, his cultured voice, his aeademy background and his extreme good looks. Nor was Warfield like the other officers. He was, Tony imagined, a snob because of his ancestry and his forebears immortalized "in oil | and marble at the academy. { Nights in Samoa, in Shanghai, in ! Hawali, Tony had stayed awake in| his bunk dreaming of skillfully | throwing his stiletto and striking | the mark of his hatred—Comdr. War- | | woman who had a revolver in her handled stiletto and cut the article from the page. He was laughing deep in his throat. Then he crossed to a desk where there was a stack of old sex magazines. He ran his pudgy finger through the pages, scrutinizing each one from beneath heavy jitting black brcws. He found what he was looking for—the illus- tration of a man passionately kissing a scantily clad woman. There was an- other woman in the drawing—a hand, who was about to interrupt the love scene. Tony slit that picture out, too, and grabbed a paste pot and a fountain pen. With the others watch- ing, fascinated, Tony went to work with the pen and the paste. Little balloons went up from the mouths of the three people in the illustration. They were named Lee Cavendish, Patsy Warfield and Kitty Cavendish— Patsy being the scantily clad girl in Lee's arms, and Kitty the woman with the revolver. He took the gossip paragraph, pasted it below the illus- tration. Then laughing raucously, he hurried out front of his parlor and stuck his finished work of art on the window. The men gathered around him, laughing, exchanging revolting jokes. Some one said: “You better be care- ful, Tony. You're gonna get in trouble for this!” Tony swung around, his face darkening, his fat hands fingering the glittering stilleto. “Oh, yeah? Sez who?” It was not 15 minutes later that | Lee and Ted passed the hot dog parlor. The picture on the window and the ! little knot of giggling men around it | attracted their attention. A frown THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, TUESDAY, ter, then, taking off his white apron. His face was gray and his black eyes and hair seemed like splashes of In- dia ink against that starkness. -He snarled: “I done it—so what?” Lee didn’t answer. Like lightning his fist struck out and Tony Frenettl went backward over a wooden chair, groaning. He was stunned for a minute and lay there beneath the shattered wood, his eyes dilated, his head sagging. Lee waited while he clambered to his feet, then he swung into his face, hit again. Tony, re- covering from the blow, struck out and Lee reeled back against the marble ccunter. His head hit one sharp corner and blood wet his tem- ples and matted in his blond hair. For a second Lee fought against a crushing blindness. He staggered unseeingly toward the weaving bulk of human flesh before him. As his head cleared he grappled with Tony and wrestled him to the floor, wrench- ing his head around as though to wring it from his shoulders. All the toughs in the room backed away to the walls and stood there shouting: “Kill "im, T “Break his damned neck, Tony!” “Go to it, Tony!” The two men rolled on the dirty boards of the floor. Tonys face, hideous with hate, was beneath Lee's. His eyes showed murder, his mouth was drawn until the gums of his yel- low teeth showed red and flery, his one free hand sliding along his side. Ted cried: ‘Look out, Lee! He's got & knife!” Suddenly, with the spring of & panther, Tony was on his feet, blood running slow and slimy over his dark face, mingling with the sweat. In a flash his stiletto was in his hand, glistening in the dim room. Ted made & lunge but not quickly enough, and Lee slumped to the floor with only the pearl handle of the stiletto show- ing in his shoulder. Tony, who was more powerful than Ted, knocked the young lieutenant backward ngainst[ the plate-glass window. The glass| gave way and Ted crashed through it to the street, where he lay un- oconscious. After Ted went out of Patsy’s room, had pothing to be ashamed of; noth- ing to hide. Driving did help and the tea was lovely with Autumn flowers banked against the walls and silver sparkling and a stringed orchestra playing softly behind a screen of palms. Washington was surely the most col- orful city socially in all the world. There had been diplomats at the tea—Senators, Representatives, jus- tices, faces one saw daily in the pa=- pers. And no one had seemed to pay any attention to Wally Walter’s story. ‘When she .reached Tree Tops a little after 7 o'clock her headache had ceased &nd things did not seem so black. Perhaps Kitty would divorce Lee after all; perhaps the court would recommend clemency. But when she went through the door and Marcia came flying down the stairs, putting on her hat and coat as she ran, Patsy’s hand flew to her heart. “Marcia, what on earth?” Marcia had that wild look that vas 50 much & part of her these days when things upset her. She said, running her words together, excitedly: “Grandfather and Tippy just called from the hospital. Ted and Lee Cav- endish are there. Ted's critically hurt and Lee has a dagger wound. Some kind of a brawl in town. I didn't get the details. Oh-h-h-h, hurry, Patsy!” Patsy went dead white. She felt that her legs had collapsed beneath her, that her whole body had become liquid. She thought, “This must be like dying. This awful sinking feel- ing, this lightness, this choking ai being unable to move—to think Somehow or other she got into the car, Marcia behind her. Blindly she fumbled for the ignition, stepped on the starter, whirled the little car from under the portico. (To be Continued most parts U.S. s lowas 1-iof (i MANHATTAN SHIRT fleld. A brawl in a geisha house in | appeared on Lee's forehead and he ‘Tokio and being dishonorably dxs-l‘swppgd closer and looked at the | with little Oscar wagging his tail charged from the Navy had cheated Tony of his ambition. And then, clear across the world, Comdr. War- fleld had died. Tony came around from behind the counter then, waving the paper, | his small black eyes glittering. He yelled, in his burly voice: “Well, I'll be a ——! Look at this, fellers!” Presently all the men were gath- ered around him Most of them had seen Patsy on the street, riding horseback in the country or at the| christening of the destroyer named | Jor her father. They had all fol- | lowed Lee's activities years before | in foot ball. Now they licked their lips and said things—filthy, bestial things—conceived only in the brains | of men like these. | Tony Frenetti produced his pearl-l L | clenched. He ripped the picture from | | tumbled off the counter and crashed | | drawing. Suddenly his face was livid, | his jaw a band of steel, his fists the plate glass and stepped into the | parlor, Ted behind him. They stood there in the door looking around the room. There | was & hushed expectancy. A glass | to the floor. Ivory balls ceased to rattle. The only sound now was the metallic grinding of one claw machine. Lee said between his teeth: —did—that?” No one spoke. He said again, the veins in his neck swelling to livid welts: “Who—did— that?” “Who | Tony came from behind the coun- merrily and trailing behind him, she lay there rigid for a moment, her eyes wide, refusing to shed the tears that lay back of them. She thought: “I won't think about what happened last night. I won't think of Lee being | court-martialed. 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