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than father an' mother. So we"ask
their advice. Then they stop obey
ing! You see?"
A sense of silent sympathy im
pelled the heart-broken man to con
"Me, I cannot getta work, only to
shovel at one dollar the day. My
wife she must worka too. That leaves
"Two are little, two big girls 15
16 year old.
"Pretty? Well, perhaps, but ver'
small short, you understand? Al
ways they go by the school. Soon
they no like this house any more."
A hand indicated the poor place
which twilight and stagnant air ren
dered a pest-hole.
"My girls they tell me, 'We go get
work. Then family can move!
"I no like it, but I say nothing. So
both go together, always together,
asking for job. One night they no
come back. Me, I look every place
for them. Wait I call my sister's
boy Tony, Tony!"
A curley-headed little lad, gray
eyed and tense with embarrassment,
catapulted into the room.
"Tony, tell the signora about Mar
guerita and and Josephine," said
Brencasio Capotini, and turned his
"Them getting lost, you mean?"
queried Tony, uneasily.
"Why, I tell youse this about it. A
goil mustn't go chasing round by her
lonesome. Margaretta an' Josephine,
they was looking for woirk down
around 11th street. There was noth
ing doing. No job. So they kept on
hunting. Then one night they didn't
come home. Aunty was fretted batty.
As for him (an expressive thumb in
dicated the bowed figure by the win
dow) bug house. didn't half tell it.
"HE WAS WOILD!"
"But them two can't talk United
States. So it was up to me. Course
I couldn't be seen joshing no bulls
for fear of wising whatever geeks
had pinched the goils!
"So I gets a move on loafing up an'
down the streets looking into win
dows! To'her night a swell guy with
a gatt rustles me. 'Get a move on,'
he says, 'beat it That's unless you'se
looking to give the coroner a job.'
"Next minute he hands It out too
raw just ketches me in de lamp.
" 'G'wan,' I Bays. 'You'd better
chase yerself, Buttinsky. W'at be
you'se trying to give me? I'm on
private business of my own.'
"But, say, fade's the wo-Ird. Next
day, me being wise to it, I hiked to
the house where he smashed me an'
shinnied the back fence. An' there,
at the window, wrapped round wid
a sheet, was Margaretta trying to
talk by sign's. Honest, she'd been
locked in that house two whole
"Them plugs had took away all
"Did I stop to talk?
"Say, I blew up the street till I
seen a cop from the central office.
Him an' me took Margaretta home.
She was crying something fierce. -Do
you wonder? There was nothing in
the room where she was only an old
bed and two empty milk bottles. A
swell mob of bulls went looking for
the feller that stole her. It was me
and the man from central office cop
ped him in the movies. You oughter
seen us slip the ruffles on his wrists.
Only the woist is the boyish voice
sank lower as the gray eyes watched
the bowed figure by the window the
woist is me, nor nobody, can find
Josephine. I can't guess what they
done with her nohow!"
The big red touring car struck a
pedestrian, rolling him in the mud,
and maltreating him in general. The
owner ran back, greatly excited, after
stopping his car. "Is he dead?" he
asked, anxiously, of the medical men
who was attending the victim. "Oh,
no!" replied the doctor, cheerfully.'
"He's not dead; he's merely run