Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 June 1938 — Page 14

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

MONDAY, JUNE 20, 1938

SERIAL STORY—

This Man, Joe Murray

By William Corcoran

CAST OF CHARACTERS 10F MURRAY—Liked new places, new jokes, new girls, HELEN—Fell in love—hard—ones, TERRY MALLOW—Found love—and kept it}

Yesterdar—Downhearted, Jor moves oh, seeking work and eventually he Megs at & lunechstand for food and is given it He goes on, aimlessly, alone.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

HERE came a time, in a small and better nameless town in a Western state, when Joe Murray fell in with three who had blown into town in a wreck of an oid car which had no virtue left but mobility. They were -1l young, younger than foe even but hard, with the adamantine polish that comes from the burnishing of adversity. We're on the country,” said the redhead, who seemed to be the leader of the trio. “Only a sap goes broke. They're staking the charities. ain't they? Staking the Government, staking the churches, staking everything to what it takes, and plenty of that. Well, I need what takes, and theyre staking me. Only T don't wait for them to bring I go out and get it, and if I deprive them of the rosy feeling of | giving something to the poor, that's | tough luck Well.” said Joe, “how about some | sticker needing what it takes and you take it away from

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himself him?” They all laughed. “Don’t be a dope! Listen mug, you think peo- | ple work for things and earn them and then own them, don't you? Well, how about all the saps that | thought they owned all this country, and nobody but them could say a word about what they owned? Who owns most of it now? Not the | saps: they've lost it! How? Read the papers. Who owns it? Banks, | other saps, money owns it. Its a! system. If you take a guy, you don't | rob a guy—you tap a system.” Joe frowned, studying the theory. | ” = ~

" OOK here, boy,” sald the red- # head. “How many tills liable to be tapped, how many cribs liable | to be cracked in this country fail to | carry insurance? When you come | up against a sap and take his | money, who loses? Not the sap. The | system declares a thousand times a | day that it wants to take care of the poor and the needy, and I'm all for helping it along.” He was curious as to methods of making a stake smiled at his curiosity. No, they | touched no banks or postoffices; they had no racket; they raided no stores or warehouses; they broke | into no homes, They pursued no | ambitions too big for their size. | They flitted from town to town, | lighting like a mosquito, and fiving as far afterward. They played safe and easy and comfortable ell you,” said Red, speaking out of quick reflection and decision. You throw in. We can stand the company, Well set you on your feet.” What do I do?” asked Joe. Come along and we'll show you, We've got a cinch cased for tonight. Stick along and you'll see. Joe shrugged. But he went along {0 see.

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” » v HEY went at midnight. They drifted through the town. They were furtive, on edge, but sure of themselves, Joe followed. He had one injunction to follow; stick with them, no matter what! He could | do that, he had nothing better to | stick to . and perhaps grimly | relish the encounter with anything disputing the point. They drifted eventually up to a gasoline station which was the one point alight and awake in that part of town. There were two cars halted in the space: there were three men inside the office of the station, Right!” said Red softly. “Sif | around, you boys. I'll take the front.” Joe trailed one of the pair eircling, converging on the station. It was pretty clear now. There were four of them. Only three inside. The streets were empty. The owner was making up his account, his day's take. Joe had a clear pic- | ture; lunch wagons, all-night restaurants, gas stations, drug stores, they're all peculiarly helpless while the towns sleep. But on the gravel of the station, closing in, Joe stiffened. Red was walking boldly up to the office door | and there was a gun in Red's | hand! Red opened the door, leveled the gun, and barked an order. Joe watched cold. The three meh inside turned | quickly, astounded, then panic | sprang into their eyes at sight of | the gun bearing on them. All three sent their hands high. Joe could | see through the glass a canvas bag on the desk and small piles of cash. | Red snapped to one of his partners, | “Come and get it! And look for a gun.” | The fellow darted inside, keeping | out of line with the gun, edging to the desk and grabbing the money and stuffing it into his pockets. Joe waited, tense. The third partner stood across the space, | watchful as a cat. Joe waited, his | heart pounded, his mind raced, kaleidoscopic, resolving nothing The night was very still, Somewhere a stout twig snapped. A long instant, and the fellow ncross the space yelled, “Lam, you The bulls!”

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a vet stealthier shadow None had an inkling that a uniformed patrolman watched them | encircle the gas station, a policeman who had left his beat in the grim certainty of what was coming, Red spun on one heel, fired instantly, and ran. The cop came on. The fellow snatching the money inside the station made for the door. | The policeman fired point-blank and the youngster recoiled and) dropped to the gravel outside the |

oor. Joe, off to the side, stood frozen. | Red yelled to him from the shadows. The fourth member of the band had already vanished. Joe turned and ran toward Red, who was waiting. Red was waiting with an ugly ferocity in his eyes as he watched, over Joe's shoulder, the youngster dead on the gravel and the cop aiming his pistol at Joe, Red raised his own gun and fired. Joe stopped and looked back. The cop was falling, shot, striking the t

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gravel heavily a dozen feet from the | other body; and then there were | two bodies motionless on the dark! gravel, i “C'mon!” snapped Red. “Out of | here!" | Joe got out of there with him, fleeing, racing in the night, “Let's scatter,” he gasped to Red. “We better not stick together.” “Meet ds at the camp,” Red

agreed. “We'll hit for Royersville and ditch the car. Ten minutes!” Joe stepped into a pitch dark alley and was sick. The night was very still, After a time he went on through the alley. Joe rode a blind out of town that night, speeding westward. . . . alone.

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