Dark Laughter

Dark Laughter

Dark Laughter

Dark Laughter

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BRUCE DUDLEY stood near a window that was covered with flecks of paint and through which could be faintly seen, first a pile of empty boxes, then a more or less littered factory yard running down to a steep bluff, and beyond the brown waters of the Ohio River. Time very soon now to push the windows up. Spring would be coming soon now. Near Bruce at the next window, stood Sponge Martin, a thin wiry little old man with a heavy black mustache. Sponge chewed tobacco and had a wife who got drunk with him sometimes on pay-days. Several times a year, on the evening of such a day, the two did not dine at home but went to a restaurant on the side of the hill in the business part of the city of Old Harbor and there had dinner in style.

After eating they got sandwiches and two quarts of Kentucky-made "moon" whisky and went off fishing in the river. This only happened in the spring, summer and fall and when the nights were fair and the fish biting.

They built a fire of driftwood and sat around, having put out catfish lines. There was a place up river about four miles where there had formerly been, during the river's flush days, a small sawmill and a wood-

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