. The Saturday evening post. , Keefe? Wussn that, come? Theys a man in this town, Brother Slappey, whichI is jes nachelly got to meet up which?Pluvius Jackson. That cullud aviator which is been flyin out to theFair Grounds? Means him? Yassuh—I mos suttinly does. That man Suddenly Keefe stiffened and his eyes became fixedintently on a couple that rounded the corner of Eight-eenth Street and sauntered ieisurely through the crowdsand into the inviting portals of Champion Theater, wherethe thirteenth episode of The Gory Avenger was showing. Yonder he went, Florian. Did you se
. The Saturday evening post. , Keefe? Wussn that, come? Theys a man in this town, Brother Slappey, whichI is jes nachelly got to meet up which?Pluvius Jackson. That cullud aviator which is been flyin out to theFair Grounds? Means him? Yassuh—I mos suttinly does. That man Suddenly Keefe stiffened and his eyes became fixedintently on a couple that rounded the corner of Eight-eenth Street and sauntered ieisurely through the crowdsand into the inviting portals of Champion Theater, wherethe thirteenth episode of The Gory Avenger was showing. Yonder he went, Florian. Did you see him? Uh-huh! I done! Nor was Florian the only gentleman of leisure who hadbeen keenly interested in the exotic personality of Jackson. As a pedestrian Pluvius was about as hard to miss as anundressed colored youth in a snowstorm. Being by pro-fession an aviator and by instinct an excellent publicityman, Pluvius wore his aviation costume at all hours—knee breeches, putties, olive-drab shirt and leather jacket.
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