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Children of the Whirlwind

Children of the Whirlwind

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 2328    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

youth did not even offer an explanation. Nodding to her father and Barney Palmer, she silently crossed to the window and stood sullenly gazing over the single mongrel tree b

verted to Larry-at last Larry was coming back!-only to have the

ongue, Maggie? Generally you s

us lightly rechristened the painter when he had set up his studio in the attic above the pawnshop six months before-Nuts wa

g that piker Judas," woefully intoned Old Jimmie from

i Gras vest of yours!" grunted the big painter

" groaned Old Jimmie, leaning forward on his cane. "Daughter, dea

t the sort of picture that eighteen has been taught to like-yet the picture did possess an i

p burglar?"

is mouth. "You're a swell-looking old pirate!-ready to loot the sub-treasury and then

arney Palmer. "It's sure a rotten picture, a

shers with their extravagant designs and color schemes-dismissed the insignificant matt

ie, that the Duchess h

mentioned it. But why do

ants to talk." He turned his sharp, narrowly set eyes upon the lean old man. "It's got me guessing, Jimmie. Larry was due out of Sin

broke straight into a fresh game and is playing a lone

gie. "I say, sister, how about robing yourself in your raiment of joy and coming with yo

at his original christening-"asked the Duchess and

is chair until he rested upon a more comfortable vertebra, the elegant Barne

began at her again in his rumbling voice.

tead I had to carry that tray of cigarettes around till the last person in the Ritzmore had finished lunch. An

h for you!... Because you weren't on time, I stuck Old Jimmie out there to finish off this p

" said Magg

revealed forearms that seemed absurdly large to be fiddling with those slender sticks. A crowbar would have seemed more in harmony. He was unromantically old-all of thirty-five Maggie guessed; and with his square, rough-hewn face and tousled, reddish hair he was decidedly ugly. But for the fact that

fear being that secretly they might be police or government agents, which Maggie and the others knew very well Hunt was not. When Hunt had rented this attic as a studio they had accepted his explanation that he had taken it because it was cheap and he could afford to pay no more. Likewise they had accepted his explanation that he was a mechanic by trade who had rou

know whether that hair was a wig or the Duchess's-the faded Oriental shawl which was fastened beneath her chin and which fell over her thin, bent chest. There was O'Flaherty, the good-natured policeman on the beat. There was the old watchmaker next door. There was Black Hurley, the notorious gang leader, who sometimes swaggered into the district like a dirty and evil f

nst the wall. "That'll be all for you, Jimmie. Beat it

ie and filled in his idle time to sit for the crazy painter; and, incidentally, another picture of him would do him no particular harm

ou goin' to do with

Metropolitan Museum, you

d to have been smuggled in, Gainsboroughs and Romneys and such (there had been most profit for him in handling the forgeries of these particular masters), had been put, wit

wouldn't be so funny if you didn't see

k and the other seized his thin shoulder. "You grandfather of the devil and a

loud ravings of the painter never presaged violence. They had grown to like him, to accept him as almost one of t

out all this noise that comes from your hav

ing, lowered himself into a chair, lit a cigar, and winked

all the dames of the Winter Garden, and the Charity Ball, and the Horse Show, and that gang of tea-swilling women at the Ritzmor

I look more like those dames

respect for my money if you knew how hard I had to work to earn it: carrying a motor car around

ered it so. She was above the medium height, with thick black hair tinted with shadowy blue, long dark lashes, dark scimitars of eyebrows, a full, firm mouth, a nose with just the right tilt to it-all ef

to overcome beauty of more favored birth, and to reign above it; also of a lower stratum surging up and breaking through the upper stratum, becoming a part of it, or assimilating it, or conquering it. Leading families replaced by other families, classes replaced by other classes, nation

tters of similar consequence. She had been cynically frank about this to him; casual, almost boastful. Her possessing a bent toward such activities was hardly to be wondered at, w

her cleverness, she had the makings of a magnificent adventuress. As he painted, he wondered what she was going to do, and

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