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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1946-04-04, Page 9A New Serial Story . • •IW •' • * * “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 WHEN IN TORONTO Mako Your Hom* 5 Wawrlnj LOCATED on wide SPADINA AVE. AJ Coilogo Street . . . RATES ... Single $1.50- $3.50 Double $2.50-$7.00 Write/or Folder We Advise Early Reservation A WHOLE DAY’S SIGHT-SEEING WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE A. M. POWELL, President LARGE RUN Sound, Straight and Peeled AT LOWER PRIOES also Lumber and Shingles A. J. CLATWORTHY .? ..... . \ We Deliver Phone 12 Granton THE TIMES.ADVOCATJE, EXETER, ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, APRIL,4th, 1946 ff by Ahlene Fitch 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 Because here I just get Painful, Pus Filled Boils the Cause of Much Misery If you suffer from boils you know how sick and miserable they made you feel. Beils aro ah outward indication of impurities in the system, and, jlist when you think ypu, are rid Of one another Crops up to take its place and prolong yotir misery. All the lancing and poulticing you Gan do may hot stop more Coming. - fl To help overcome boils you should purify the blood, so Why not give that old, reliable blood medicine, Burdock Blood Bitters, a chance to show What it will do in helping you get rid of them? Thousands have used it for this purpose for the past 60 years. Why not you? The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. 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 possession.—‘Contributed, \ Distributors Eski York during the FRONT VIEW OF 1946 HUDSON SUPER-SIX BSSWS Spring is Here The birds have ail come back to us eooner than ever this year. Could it be perhaps their joyous melody, beauty and good cheer has •been granted to us so much earlier than usual as a. wonderful compen­ sation for the wildness of the long dreary wintertime and a sure and enduring promise that "God’s in His Heaven — all's well with the world"—a reminder that His own world of nature still remains to us ,changeless and steadfast, abiding and secure, as it has always been since the dawn of _ creation, each small creature in it and each small part of it, continuing to follow the instinctive wisdom and regularity of its own never changing ways. At any rate, the birds are,, here again —- they have been winging their long trek from the distant southland for these many weeks and most of them are already well into their nesting preparations, much in advance of other springs, as early as the first week of March. Our ojvn particular robin —we know him by his white wing •feathers—was back and arrogantly •whistling his ringing challenge to any other hardy male who might be having ideas about this special nesting ground. Later his trim little lady-love strutted companion- ly around the back lawn with him and now they have settled doWn as usual in the nice little cosy spot where the eaves slope over the window. Mr. and Mrs. ipigeon had decided on that home site also this spring, but the robins have triumphed somehow or other and are back to full Mr. S. B, Taylor was in Toronto for a few days last week on busi­ ness. Mr. W, H, iPollen spent a couple of days in New past week. Miss Beverley last week from a with her father, High River, Myers returned trip to California Elmer Myers, of Alberta. Her uncle, Isaac Jackson, of Mayeppa, Alberta, accompanied her home and is visit­ ing Mr. and Mrs. Frank Brierley and other relatives here. 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All day the hours are like bundles of lifetimes done up together, when we have ferried home there to be worked up our suppr, MOUNT CARMEL Mr. Jas. Dalton, of London, is visiting at the home of his son, Jas. H. „Dalton. Mr. and Mbs. Harry Sharpe, of London, spent the week-end with the latter’s mother, Mrs. Mary Regan. Mrs. Annie Mulligan, who has spent the winter in Detroit, is visi­ ting at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Jno. Morrissey. Miss Betty Ryan R.N., of Sarnia spent the week-end with her par­ ents, Mr. and Mrs. M. J. Ryan. Mr. Wm. Walsh has returned from Westminster Hospital where he underwent an operation and is much improved in health. Miss Lorraine Glavin, R.N., of Kitchener, visited her sister, Mrs. Jos. Carey last week. The Hurondale W.I. for March met at the home of Mrs. A. Rundle, on Thursday, March i28th. Twenty­ seven members answered the roll call, “'Name an Irish song." Mrs. Rundle reported for the Red Dross open meeting. Spring project, “Cot­ tons Made Smart," will be under­ taken with Mrs. Kirkland -and Mrs. Bell as leaders. Mrs. W. Kernick and Mrs, W. Etherington were ap­ pointed nominating committee for annual meeting. Letters of thanks were read. Mrs. A. lEtherington took the chair for the programme “Historical Research." 'Community singing, “My Grandfather’s Clock," was enjoyed after which Miss Hed­ dy gave a sketch on “Bethesda Church." Mrs. W. Kernick read the ‘balance of report held over from last meeting, Mrs. Tuckey read' a papei* on “The Atomic Bomb.” Mrs. Morgan favored with an Irish song. Mrs. Rundle spoke a few words on “The Tweedsmuir Book." A pre­ sentation was made to departing members, Mrs. Reynolds, Mrs. Welsh and Mrs. Roberts, after which a dainty lunch was served by the hostess and committee in charge. 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