The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1946-04-04, Page 9A New Serial Story . •
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“NICE GUY
The story thus far; Rippy Whit*
more and Runt Smith huve fled
their gang to go straight, They met
up with Midget, a mystery girl,
who has told Rippy She mpst have
$10,000 for an, operation for her
brother. Rippy finally submits to
her request that he rob the town
bank, to obtain the money for the
operation.
CHAPTER NJ
“Runt," I admit, “even a
wit is sometimes right,"
"Sure,” agrees Runt, crawling
into the white "outfit he wears when
he is delivering for Billings, “What
you right
to know.
“It ain’t .
ing myself into my shirt. “It’s you,
“Oh, sure,
Runt, pleased. "What am I right
about now?"“Dames," I mutter, and turn my
back on him. “Dames—and Joye.”
"Love,” mumbles Runt, working
on it while he sets on the edge of
the bed.
“Runt,” I forced out, unwinding
down to a seat beside him, “about' something else you are right, also.” |
“Sure,” admits Runt pleasantly.
"What?”
“About," I cross my fingers tight
•and set on them to keep them
buckled, “about this bein’ straight.”
“Straight?-”i parrots Runt.
"Straight?” He eyes me, hopeful.
"Do I have some idea on that, too?”
“You’re right,’.’ I insist, “about
this bein’ straight is hooey. It don’t
pay."
“My wages," disgresses Runt
' hopelessly, "is due tonight."
“You’ll collect ’em,” I assure
him, “We don’t pull this job until
tomorrow night at jnidnight.”
"Job,” Runt flounders around..
"Tomorrow? Midnight?”
“Tomorrow night at midnight,"
comes my slow and measured tones,
“we crack the Bolton bank.”
Leaning back, I wait for Runt’s
burst of sunshine. But instead he
■slips me a glimmer of very deep
regret.
“Thanks just the same, but since
I am a delivery boy, I have got to
get my rest.”
“You ain’t working for Billings
after tomorrow night!” I pour into
his ear. “Look here, have you sud
denly turned straight?”
“Straight?" beams Runt
me. “Straight means nice
work, don’t it, Rippy?”
“Oh, Lord!” I groan, and
I collapse. Here I have been
for weeks to get over a load of
this straight psychology to Runt
and now just when life and love are
steering me back on to the wide
and crooked, Runt grabs off the
straight idea all by himself.
“Runt," I -spit out, and I am be
ing plenty tough just to pillar up
my own demi-tasse of enthusiasm,
“what you like or do not like don’t
half-
about now?" he wants
me,” I snap back,, dump-
me,” comes back
up at
restful
almost
trying
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Toiporrow at midnight
the Bolton bank, load
loose change, stick
cut no ice.
we open up
on all the
around town for a couple of days
to throw off suspic, and then blow*”
"Blow,” echoes Runt, absent
minded. "Yep, We better. It’s get
ting late.”
"Moreover,” I finish up, "when
it is all over, I am tying up with
Midget,”
“You and Midget?" he questions.
"Hooking up?” And I see our
thought trains^ have coupled at last,
.‘•‘Correct,” I let him know. "Mid
get and I are wedding each other
right aftei- this Bolton bank haul.”
“Bank haul,”’ mutters Runt, pon
dering over my last two words,, be
cause that is how he gets inspira
tions. “Rippy," he eyes me, “Mid
get know then you are Paunchy’s
ex-A-number-one 'bank-cracker?"
“Sure, she knows it," I retort,
All day I do not utter one word
to Billings about we are going to
quit him, and neither does Runt.
But believe me, every bean I sack
and every- cake of soap I ribbon
up, it like my farewell song to life.
That evening I even make one
i more pass at Midget about cancel
ing the whole idea.
“Angel,’.’ I plead
when I am buckling
some "elbow squeaks
and bumps me off.
a widow” even before
“Last night you gave me your
solemn promise,” she reminds me,
them two soft -little mitts clamping
down over my big ones. “And if
you do not do it, Donald will surely
die. And there won’t 'be any may-
be’s about his dying, either." She
plants a smacker on my forehead.
“Don’t worry,” she wastes her ad
vice, “because everything is going
to be all right. You and) Runt have
all your plans laid, haven’t you?”
“Oh, sure," agrees Runt.
“And we will do it at exactly
12?” asks Midget.
“Now, listen here,” I shoot what
is my personal idea of a tough look
into those bright black orbits. “You
can skip that ‘we’ stuff right now,
Runt aiid me are handling this,.and
you are staying right here, safe.”
“Well,” c.ompromises Midget, “if
you insist that I do not go- along,
I suppose I can’t. But I could never
just stay at home. I’ll be much,
much too excited.”
“You might cruise around in the
family . shay,” ventures Runt.
“That’s a great idea!” Midget
beams on the' great American
thought-process. “You boys won’t
: need the car. You’re bringing the
, money right across the street here
: to the house.” , '
“You might have a crackup,” is
' my dirge.
i “You old silly!" she stoops and
plants another smacker on my
. mouth. When the smoke has clear-
, ed away, I see she is still making
conversation. “I’m a good driver.
■ (And I’ll be back here at 12 o’clock
sharp to wait for you.”
? Suddenly she plops down in a
chair, and- then she turns them
black glimmers out through th'e
window at. *1 guess, nothing at all.
And if this is a cheerful expres
sion which sweeps slow over her
gentle little map, then I have I
lamped lots of cheerful expressions j
at funerals and wakes.
“Waiting-for-you,"' she . is mum
bling to herself, like I am almost
any place except present.
“Waiting for me/f I echo ( gaily,
like there ain’t no doubt I am just
around the corner.
“Oh!” she sputters, as it she has
just been caught stealing apples,
and then she is right back on her
feet again. But when she turns
back to me, the gay „ angle on her
lips don’t- blend so well with the
hunted look in her wide eyes.
“Rippy;” she whispers, low, and
kisses me, very tender and sad,
like I have already got the curtain.
- “Midnight,” mumbles Runt, sor
rowful, and pulls out his ticker.
“Then I am still a delivery boy for
■ twenty-seven hours yet, anyway.”
“Twenty-seven hours!’’ After a
couple of fast turns around the
dump, I pull out a smart sugges
tion. Maybe 11 o’clock is just as
good, because then the cop ain’t, on
the corner, either.”“( - . • -
room
is better,
know it!
time, will
“No,” I
couple of
could see.
a grand idea. If we pull this job
at 11 bells, and Midget thinks we
are pulling it at 12, then when she
ambles home in the family go-cart
at 12, this Donald brother’s trip is
already in the bag. "No,” I repeat,
tender, “we pull the job at mid
night just like you plan for us."
out
nice
can-
“maybe right
into that can,
in behind me
Then you are
the wedding.”
Oh, no!”. Midget starts down the
right behind me. ■ “Midnight
Much better! I-^I just
You won’t change the
you, Rippy."
promise, slipping in a
crossed fingers so Runt
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The- next a.jn, when I blink in
for breakfast, Midget is all- fixed,
up in a swell little pi»k job which
slip has basted up for herself. And
Runt is all dressed for delivery-
boy toil,, and is already downing pancakes/ And while he Ib spad
ing in pancakes, he is & dishing out
info. Almost right away I catch
my name, and in one more minute
I see old pal, Runt, is doing his
humble bit to boost my batting
average.
“A nice guy,” he mumbles
through the syrup. “A very
guy. And a ace-number-one
cracker, also.” He pauses chewing
on the load of pancakes for a
ond to reflect. Then he refuels
plows away.
“And he was headin’ for
top," Runt confesses through
syrup, not letting 'my arrival
him up none,
click with (Paunchy. Paunchy got
wind of this goin’ straight business.
That’s how come
him."
“Framed him?"
pancake business
around. Then she
among those present and she spins
right back. I guess maybe if them
cakes are for me, she wants to
make( positive they do not burn.
“Framed him," plugs away Runt,
stirring a little more pancakes in
with his words to make the. mixture
even. “Ain’t Rippy ever told you?"
“It was my intentions to,” I in
sert, not mentioning that I have
skipped the tale on purpose because
I didn't want Midget to know this
Tiger and daughter setup. Because
maybe—who knows?—she is going
to think I did have a crush on this
Madge Dellaway, who, in fact, I
have never even glimmered.
“Framed,” explains Runt, oblig
ing. “Rippy was on the lam and
Chopper buttoned on to him. Rip_py
declined, only not out loud, to bump Tiger. Big'shot, Tigei’ was. Then in
barges some’Beef Cabber mug and
states Tigei- is bumped off, anyway.
And Paunchy lines Rippy up for
Beef to bullet, when Rippy is nof
the killer at all. Rippy never
bumped nobody. It ain’t his work.”
■He eyes me tenderly and then flops
back to Madge. “Rippy and’ me,”
he confides, “think it was 'Paunchy
done the bumpin' personal. Paun
chy had a yen for this Dellaway
dame.”
“You were—framed?” Midget
queries me, slow and queer.
“Framed," I admit.
“Oh!" she gasps, and then slings
down the pancake spreader. “Make
your own pancakes!" she ,orders,
and the., next thing I am conscious
of is a small pink and black streak
tearing out the front door.
“Maybe," suggests the little dirge
guy, “she thinks you “was a sucker
to let yourself get framed."
Nine. At work,
twelve. • ILunch.
five,
long
sixty
And
and‘
are still six more buddles ...
opened and sorted through before
■we crack the Bolton bank. Only
I there are really, only five, because
I we are surprising Midget, and sav
ing hei- several’ portions of strong
worry, by setting up the time by
one hour.
“•I’ve got to get away,” bursts out
Midget, when the .last supper con
tainer has hit. the suds and been
mopped off. “Can I take the car
and go now, Rippy?”/
“It’s a long drive;” I suggest
from over-where I am doing floor
circles around the room, “ ’til mid
night.”
1 “Oh, I don’t oare. I’m going!”
And like, a flash out through the
door p'asses that strange mixture of
actions generally known as a dame.
“Maybe she is a little restless,’
volunteers Einstein the second.
; Seven, 8, 9, l-Oi. Then 10.30; then
, fifteen flicks ’til 11.. We are all set
to roll now. Leaving one 'bulb blaz-
' ing away in the kitchen, we start
! across the street. It is a fairly
’ pitchy night, but the Bolton bank
’ can faintly be glimmered just ahead
■ of us.
“You got all the silverware for
! doin’ this job in the bag?" .1 sizzle
; over my left wing to Runt.
' “You beV’ sizzles back Runt.
* “Say, Ripp£?” He rounds my left
leg beside me. •
; “Yes?" ‘
' “This is pretty late hours for
’ delivery boy."
"Pipe down!" J shove back
J him. “And keep beside me."
1 Now We are right at the foot
the three feteps .which .lead up into
the bank. Two more minutes and
we will be inside.
“Hand me ’that black bag," I de
mand in a hoarse whisper.
i “You don’t need It," booms a
coarse , voice in my ear. “Start
reachin’ for stars, nice guy! Stick
' ’em high. You, too, shrimp. Now
turn around/’
My -mitts stretching up if or the
moon—my blood-pressure right Oil
a par with my mitts—I turn slowly
around. And then it is I at last
come once more face to face with
Paunchy!
“Do we plug them now?”
Raunchy asks over his shoulder of
the shadow in the rear.
(Concluded Next Week)
Next week: Has Midget been
playing* Rippy for a Sucker all the
time? The answer is enlightening
and very satisfactory*
sec-
and
the
the
hall
“but he couldn't
Paunchy framed
Midget lets the
ride and spins
lamps that I am
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Spring is Here
The birds have ail come back to
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