Evening Star Newspaper, September 25, 1921, Page 26

26 Yard-Wide PERCALES, YD., 71/2c Monday bargain sale of 3.000 yards of fine dofs. stripes azd figures on light and datk grbunds (2 to 5 yard lengtis) of grades worth to 23 Many pleces mateh; fast colors. RY RAUFM $3.00 Double-Bed Monday sale of gray blankets wnh pink or bine borders—full size—neatly stilch- ed, warm and durable. Bedtpread;s. o $l CORSETS, $1 INCORPORAT ED 1316 1324. 7™ ST N.W. s::;e:;";sc Brnnd-Nev.v Fall 1921 ' : All-Wool Serge Embroidered Aewnx, In sizss to 4 Purchase es to 30, well fitting. well . made and serv-, ‘ceabls. $3 & 36 Georgette Blouses, $2.98 Monday of new feature ot women s exquisite styles in flexh and white. bended and em broidered: all sizes i e Autumn’ st r aightline creations, beautifully embroidered in con- trasting shades. Made with square neck, belt and the new sleeves in all sizes for miss and women. Excep- tional qualities worth to $10. 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Included, in part: Among the many other new styles we Black Calf Brogue Oxfords Black Kid Walking Oxfords Brown and Tan Calf Oxfords Tan Calf Two-Buckle Pumps Tan One and Two Strap Pumps And a Number of Others Both' welt and ‘turn-sole models af€ included. Plenty of all sizes, but we advise prompt: action. Women’s Silk Hose $1.95 Not Fiber, But Extra Good Thread Silk Full fashioned or with tailored seam up legs. Black, Cordovan, Russia and New Grays. 19 Extra heavy quality—sanitary, requires no ironing; perfect, full, double- bed size. and A Good Lot of Sturdy 49 Women's pink and white coutil cor- sets in medium and low bust models— Embroidered and Brlld-Tnmfined S, $14.75 all-wool wom Values that will cost much more BOYS" MACKINAWS i ! restfulness, and he ! tired: but he had no THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. ‘BY FRANK Copyright, Copyright, (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) He remembered only one thing dis tinetly, and that was because it had happened o often. He was in a great, gloomy forest, and always just of him was Bookie Skarvan. He did ot know why It was, but he could always see Bookie Skarvan in the darkness, though Bookie Skarvan could not sce him. And yet he could never quite reach that fat, damnable ‘figure that kept flitting around the | trees. |ning away, because Bookie & Bookie Skarvan was not Tun: did not even know that he w tollowed—and yet Bookle Skarvan ways eluded him. 1f he was dreaming now, it was at lemst a very vivid dream. iHe remem- bered. He had just fallen unconscious on the floor of the car. Well, then, he must get the door shut, if he was to escape. Yes, the pain might comne again if he moved, it would take all his will power to hatter this blessed was s very oice—it wal win or lose—all the way—no limit. He opened his eyes. He did not uni- derstand at first; and then he told| himself quite simply that, of course, he could not still be lying on the floor of that lurching car, and at the same time feel these soft things all around his body. He was in bed—in a_white bed, with white covers—and | there was a en around his bed. And around the corner of the screen he could &ee other beds—white beds with white covers. It must be a hos- pital ward. There was some one sit- ting in a chair beside the foot of his bed—no, not a nurse: it was a man. The man's face for the moment was turned slightly away. He studied the face. It seemed fumiliar. His eyes opened a ' little wider. Yes, it was familiar! A cry surged upward from his_soul itself, it seemed—and was choked back. His hands, clenched fiercely, relaxed. There came a queer smila to twist his lips. The man at the foot of the bed was looking at him now. It was Barjan, Lieut. Joe Barjan, of the 'Frisco plain-clothes squad. There was silence. The other spoke again: “Tough luck, Dave! Sorry to grab you like this. Feeling beiter?” “Some.” said Dave Henderson. Barjan nodded his head. “It was touch and go with you,” he| said. “Bad_leg, bad fever—you've been laying like a dead man since the nlxht they found you in the freight Henderson made 1o reply. There wasn't door to shut now, and he wouldn't have to move now e e o until he went away with Joe there ® ® * back to 'Frisco. He wasn't squealing ® * ¢ stacked cards * * * a new deal with a new pack perhaps ® ® ¢ some day * * * he wasn’t squeal- ing * * * but he couldn't fight any more * * ¢ not now * * * he couldn’t fight * * * he was too wenk. “I've_been hanging around two or three days waiting for you to come out of dreamland. £0's I could ask yoi a_question,” said Barjan pl “Come across, Dave! Where'd that little package you had when you beat it from the handed Baldy the broken rib Dave Henderson smiled. very weak, miserably we effort to talk; but his br thers wasn't any pain, wi clear enough to match Barjan’s “Come again?" said Dave Hender- son. “Aw, can that!” A tinge of im- patience had crept into the police ofii- 's voice. “We got the whole story. Runty Mott and Baldy Vickers opened up—wide.” “I read about them 1n the papers.” said Dav® Henderson. “They said enough’ without me butting in, didn't they You mean,” said Barjan sharrfly, “that you won't come acros: BV iars he asets saia Dhve Hen- derson. “Their story goes, doesn't it? 1 wouldn’t spofl a good story. They said I took the money, and if you be- lieve them, that goes. I'm through.” 0 good!" snapped Barjan. “You'd better open up on where that money is, or it will go hard with you “How hard?" inquired Dz ve Hender- said Barjan grimly. How long was five His mind was growing tired now, too, like his body. He forced himself to the effort of keeping it tive. It was a long way from where Baldy Vickers had broken his ribs, and where they thought he, Dave Henderson, had last had the mone to Mrs. Tooler's old pigeon-cote! And a hundred thousand dollars in five years was twenty thousand dollars a year—salary, twenty thousand dollars & year. ive years! It was win or lose, ‘wasn’t it? No hedging! Five years— five years before he could settle with Bookie Skarvan! He spoke aloud unconsciously: “It's a long time to wal “You bet your life, it 1s!” said Bar- jan. “Don’t fool yourself! It's a hell of a long time in the pen! And if you think you could get away with the wad when you get out again, you've got another think coming, too! Take it from me" “I wasn't _thinking about the money." said Dave Henderson slow! Wi thinking about thet story. He closed his eyes. The room was swimming around him. Five years i chalked up to Bookie Skarva ¥ {hand on the coverlet clenched, and { raised—and fell impotently to the coverlet again. He was conscious that Barjan_ was leaning over the bed to catch his words, because he wasn't | speaking very loud. “I was thinking it was a long time to wait—to get even.” ‘Camasei, drifting out of space * ¢ * that would be the nurse, of course * * * a woman's voice ¢ ¢ * “That's all very welll You may be a®police officer, but you had no busi- ness to make him talk. He is not strong enough to stand any excite- ment, and——" The voice drifted off into nothing- ness, I Book II.—Five Years Later. Convict No. 550. From somewhere far along the iron gallery, a guard’s boot-heel rang with a hollow, muffled, metallic sound; from everywhere, as from some strange, ‘inceptive cradle, the source out of which all sounds emanated, and which, too, was as some strange sounding-board that accgntuated each individual sound as it was glven birth, came a confused, indeterminate, ecarcely audible rupture of the silence that never ceased its uneasy, restless murmur. It- was like water, simmer- ing in a caldron—only the water was &’ drear humanity, and the caldron w3as this gray-walled, steel-barred place., ¢ A voice, low, quite inarticulate, fall- ing often to little more than a whis- ver, mumbled endlessly on. That *the old bomb-thrower, oid Tony “the_ lifer, in the next cell. The man was probably clinging to the bars-of his door, his face thrust up against them. talking, talking, talk- Ing—always talking to himseif. did not disturb anyl Was used to it; and, besides the man /dfd not talk Toudly. One even had to listen’ attentively to catch the sound of his volce at all. It had become a habit, second nature; the man was in- cerrigible. Presently the guard would eome along, and perhaps rap the old man on the knuckles; after that Lo- maszi .would retire to his cot quite docilely. It had been that way night after night, week after week, month ‘after month, year after year. ave Henderson laid the prison- being | t A woman's voice seemed to come He | ody. Everybody ¢ D. C, SEPTEMBER® M NOW ON L. PACKARD. 1981, by Public Ledger Co. 1921, by B. H. Davis Corp. library book, that he had been finger- ing absently, down on the cot beside him. It was still early evening early summer, and there was still in the cell, though hardly but he had not when there haa His mind was too active tonight. And now there was a curiously wistful smile on his face. reading even. been better Mght. He would miss that stumbling. whispering voice. A most strange thing to miss! Or was it the old man himself whom he would miss? Not tomorrow, not even next week, there still remahwd sixty-three days—but 8ix three days, with all the rest of the five years behind them, gone, served, wiped out. were like tomor- row; and, as against a lifer's toll, it was freedom, full vorn and actually present. Yes. he would miss Tony Lo- mazzi. There wae a bond between the old man and himself. In almost the first flush of his entry into the penitentiary he had precipitated a ht amongst his fellow convicts on account of oid Tony. Two of them had gone into the hospital, and he, Dave Hcnderson, had gone into the black hole. He sat =uddenly bolt upright on his cot. He had not forgotten the horror of thuse days of solitary confinement. He was not likely to forget them—the silence, the blackn The _silence that came at last to sc at him in myriad voices out blackness until he was upon the verge of screaming and shrieking back in raving, unhinged abandon: the black- ness that was as-the blackness of the pit of hell, and that came at last to be peopled with hideous phantom shapes that plagued him until, face down on his cot, he would dig his fists into his eyes that he might not — the blackness! His hands clenched hard as the memory of it surged upon him; but a moment later he laughed a little under his breath. It had been bad, bad enough; but he wasn't there now. was he? Old Tony hadn’t deluged him with any exces- sive thanks. The old man had simply called him a fool—but there had been a difference after that. On the march out from the cells, old Tony was al- ways# the man behind him, and old Tony's shoulder touch in the lock-step wasn't as perfunctory as it had been before. And there had been years of that. Ye: Lomazz! Instinctively he turned his head in the direction of that voice that whis- pered through the bars of the adjoin- ing cell, and his face, lean and hard, softened, and, tinging the dead-white prison pallor, a flush crept into his cheeks. The man was a lifer. A lifer God, he knew what that meant! Five vears of a living hell had taught him that. Five years that were eternities piled upon eternities, and they were only a short step along the path toward the only goal to which a lifer could look he would miss old Tony vard—death! he knew! The massed eternities, that were called five years by e who walked outside in the sunlight, where men laughed, and women smiled, and children plaved, had taught him why old Tony Lomazzi clung to the bars and d. v Was it only five vears since he d stood in the dock in that courtroom, and the judge had sentenced hiw to—five vears? The ne was vivid and distinet enough! 1 the ages that spanned the gulf between the now and then could not efface that scene, nor dim it. nor rob it of a single stark and naked detail. Tydeman had been there—Martin K. Tydeman, that prince of ro sports. Tydeman was about the only man in that courtroom whose presence had made him uneasy; and vet Tydeman, too. was the only man in that court- room o had been friendly toward him. It was probably due to the old imillionaire’s plea for leniency that ! the sentence had been five years, and not ten, or fifteen, or twenty, or whatever it might be that the erect, spare little figure on.the bench, with the thin, straight lips, had had the ht to pronounce. And Tydeman dead now. Dave Henderson stirfed uneasily on the edge of the cot. He drew his hand slowdy across his ey He had wished from the start, hadn’t he, that it might have been some one else rather than Martin K. Tydeman? But it had been Tydeman’s money. and the hundred thousand dollars alone was all that had counted, and Tydeman was dead now. had been dead two or three years, and on that score that ended it—didn't it” The idark eyes, that had wavered abstractedly around the cell. narrow- ed suddenly, and from their depths smoldering fire_seemed to _leap as i Aspirin Then It’s Genuine Aspirin is trade mark Bayer Manufac- ture Monoaceticacidester of Salicylicacid. Clears the Pores lackheu Cum:ura Talcum is ideal for powdering and perfummg 25, | suddenty into flame. e e 1921—PART" 1. another score that was not_ende Skarvan! Baldy _Vicke Runty Mott and the rest of Baldy’ gang had lled speciously. smoothly, ingeniously and with convincing unan- imity. They had admitted the obvious —quite frankly—becausa they could not help « themselves. They had admitied N\ L4 But there was |that their intention had been to steal the hundred thousand dollars them- selves. 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