United States or Guatemala ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Dropped that nine hundred hock-money like it was a hot potato, and me countin' on bringin' you home your coat and junk again to-night. Gad! Them cards wouldn't come to me with salt on their tails." "Nine hundred! Blutch, that that leaves us bleached!" "I know it, hon. Just never saw the like. Wouldn't care if it wasn't my girl's junk and fur coat. That's what hurts a fellow.
"Why not a little business, Blutch, in a small town with " "There's a great future in chicken-farmin'. I set Boy Higgins up with a five-hundred spot the year his lung went back on him, and he paid me back the second year." "Blutch darlin', you mean it?" "Why not, Babe seein' you want it? There ain't no string tied to me and the green-felt table.
She sat hunched up in the pink-satinet frock, the pink sequins dancing, and her small face smaller because of the way her light hair rose up in the fuzzy aura. "Blutch, we we just never was down to the last seventy-five before. That time at Latonia, it was a hundred and more."
Blutch Connors made exit from one of these houses, noiseless, with scarcely a click after him, and then, without pause, passed down the brownstone steps and eastward. A taxicab slid by, its honk as sorrowful as the cry of a plover in a bog. Another this one drawing up alongside, in quest of fare.
"I know, Babe; but when a fellow's once used to makin' it easy and spendin' it easy, he can't be satisfied lopin' along in a little business. Why, just take to-night, honey! I only brought home my girl a peach this evening, but that ain't sayin' that before morning breaks I can't be bringin' her a couple of two-carat stones." "No, no, Blutch; I don't want 'em. I swear to God I don't want 'em!"
"You know my sentiments about her. They don't come no ace-higher." She colored, even quivered, standing there beside the bronze Nydia. "I tell her we're out for big business to-night, Joe." "Sky's the limit. Picked up a pin pointin' toward me and sat with my back to a red-headed woman. Can't lose." "Well, good-night, Babe. Take care o' yourself." "Good night, Blutch. You'll play 'em close, honey?"
"We'll never get nowheres in this game, hon. We ain't even sure enough of ourselves to have a home like like regular folks." "Never you mind, Babe. Startin' first of the year, I'm going to begin to look to a little nest-egg." "We ought to have it, Blutch. Just think of lettin' ourselves get down to the last seventy-five! What if a rainy day should come where would we be at?
She was pinning on her little crêpe-edged veil over her decently black hat, and paused now to dab up under it at a tear. "I'd 'a' expected poor old Blutch to do as much for me." "He would! He would! Many's the pal he buried." "I hate, Annie, like anything to see you actin' up like this. You ain't fit to walk out of this hotel on your own hook. Where'd you get that hand-me-down?"
"Well, I I guess, honey, if the truth was told, your old man ain't cut out for nothing much besides the gamin'-table a fellow that's knocked around the world the way I have." "You are, Blutch; you are! You're an expert accountant. Didn't you run the Two Dollar Hat Store that time in Syracuse and get away with it?"
"I could tell clear down on the street you lost, honey, the way you walked so round-shouldered." "What's the difference, honey? Come; just to show you I'm a sport, I'm going to shoot you and Joe over to Jack's in one of them new white taxi-cabs." "Blutch, how much?" "Well, if you gotta know it, they laid me out to-day, Babe.
Word Of The Day