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THE BITTERS WITH THE SWEET
the companion of jelly Moll Morton. She watched his struggles, she helped how she could, and she was the only one who cared that he was hurt. So it is Mabel who now will carry Mister jelly's story on to its strange and terrifying end . . .
I met jelly when I was working at the club in Chicago, Mabel began. As soon as he saw me he said he was going to kidnap me, but that took some time, it really did.
"You know, I cant make you out," he said. "I've conversed with you and you have traveled quite a bit, you ve had experience in the theatrical business, but you're different, you're very different. Where are you from, anyway?"
Tm from New Orleans/* I told him.
"What, New Orleans? Where did you live?"
"On Rampart Street.J?
"Why, were from the same parish. Did you go to school there?"
I told him about the nunnery and I told him who my father was. "Whv, veah, I heard of Dr. Bertrand. Now I see how you're different. I see why I can't make any headway with you."
"Not like that,75 I said. Tm making okay and I'm perfectly happy. Some make more but their ways are different than mine.*"*
"From New Orleans, well, hey!"
"Yes, from old New Orleans/' I told him.
You see, my father was French, said Mabel Bertrand Morton, and my mother was an Indian from Shawnee, Oklahoma. 1 was bom in the French section of New Orleans on Rampart Street where my father, Dr. Bertrand, had his doctor's office. How he happened to meet my mother, he came to Shawnee to learn about the different herbs the Indians knew. He studied all that, then he asked for my mother to travel with him to demonstrate the Indian cures, and from that he fell in love with my mother and he married her. Then she couldn't go