Part 10 (1/2)

She went on with her breakfast while Jimmy set up an adjoining table.

Presently when he came to fill her water-gla.s.s she looked up at him again.

”I like you, kid,” she said. ”You're not fresh. You know what I am as well as the rest of them, but you wait on me just the same as you would on”--she hesitated and there was a little catch in her voice as she finished her sentence--”just the same as you would on a decent girl.”

Jimmy looked at her in surprise. It was the first indication that he had ever had from an habitue of Feinheimer's that there might lurk within their b.r.e.a.s.t.s any of the finer characteristics whose outward indices are pride and shame. He was momentarily at a loss as to what to say, and as he hesitated the girl's gaze went past him and she exclaimed:

”Look who's here!”

Jimmy turned to look at the newcomer, and saw the Lizard directly behind him.

”Howdy, bo,” said his benefactor. ”I thought I'd come in and give you the once-over. And here's Little Eva with a plate of ham and at four o'clock in the afternoon.”

The Lizard dropped into a chair at the table with the girl, and after Jimmy had taken his order and departed for the kitchen Little Eva jerked her thumb toward his retreating figure.

”Friend of yours?” she asked.

”He might have a worse friend,” replied the Lizard non-committally.

”What's his graft?” asked the girl.

”He ain't got none except being on the square. It's funny,” the Lizard philosophized, ”but here's me with a bank roll that would choke a horse, and you probably with a stocking full of dough, and I'll bet all the money I ever had or ever expect to have if one of us could change places with that poor simp we'd do it.”

”He is a square guy, isn't he?” said the girl. ”You can almost tell it by looking at him. How did you come to know him?”

”Oh, that's a long story,” said the Lizard. ”We room at the same place, but I knew him before that.”

”On Indiana near Eighteenth?” asked the girl.

”How the h.e.l.l did you know?” he queried.

”I know a lot of things I ain't supposed to know,” replied she.

”You're a wise guy, all right, Eva, and one thing I like about you is that you don't let anything you know hurt you.”

And then, after a pause: ”I like him,” she said. ”What's his name?”

The Lizard eyed her for a moment.

”Don't you get to liking him too much,” he said. ”That bird's the cla.s.s.

He ain't for any little--”

”Cut it!” exclaimed the girl. ”I'm as good as you are and a d.a.m.n straighter. What I get I earn, and I don't steal it.”

The Lizard grinned. ”I guess you're right at that; but don't try to pull him down any lower than he is. He is coming up again some day to where he belongs.”

”I ain't going to try to pull him down,” said the girl. ”And anyhow, when were you made his G.o.dfather?”

Jimmy saw Eva almost daily for many weeks. He saw her at her post-meridian breakfast--sober and subdued; he saw her later in the evening, in various stages of exhilaration, but at those times she did not come to his table and seldom if ever did he catch her eye.