Evening Star Newspaper, October 14, 1921, Page 44

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He leaned over now !as Dave Henderson finished, and pat- {ted Dave Henders shoulder in a | sort of exultant excitement G Excellent exclaimed. oung frie It brings ba lare gon ;again i old—eh? e 1 get well And 1 am not Who ean tel jean tell! We would be in land 1. and: H- checked {as Teresa re-entered the room. | ves.” he said. “Well. then. as far {money is concerned. you are supplie ibut friends—eh?—are sometimes more {important than money. You !found that out already—eh? Listen.| ! then, T will give you a letter fo triend in_New York whom ust—and T promise at nothing to carry out m You understand? His name i Vardi, but he is commonly known Dago George: and he, too. was one of us in the old days. You will want somewhere to go. He keeps a little hotel, a very aquiet little hotel the Bowery. not far from uare. Any one will tell yo 3 where to find Dago George. You un- derstand? Yes,” said Dave Hende A 10 Capriano oned his daughter abruptly to a small table on the opposite side of the bed. “Teresa will write the letter. {put it in Italian.” he said, E { seated herself at the table. “I do ily as 1 used to. The Ye on. and is so, but is not sick. and old fingers can at least still name—and that is enough. good to be alive agai hand again that sign his| . ha. it] Well"—he toward hi: my little then,” h aluta ret—m over the Her pen scratched rapidi paper. She looked up Yes, father Nicolo Capr -overlet. You will j this letter—ah no's fingers plucked at say_that the bearer ofy Yes' e turned with| whimsical smile to Dave Henderson You must have a name, ¢h. my young | friend—since Dave Henderson is de We shall not tell Dago George cvel Fools alone tell ajl they kn i What shall it be ve Henderson shrugged his shoul- doesn’t another. nything.” he said. t | matter. Oue is as good a e it Barty Lynch.” that will d « Capriano _gestured hohis his daughter's direction again 3 the bearer of this let- ter is Barty Lynch, and that he is be treated as though he were Ni Capriano himself. ~ You unders my little one? Anything th sks is his—and T, rolo C'ap will be responsible.” Tell him. tle one, that it is Nicolo ( order—and that et to be disobeye you will here requires any help by thos: know how to do what they are toid and ask no questions. the men are to be supplied. You understand, w aid not look up this time. father. “Write it, then.” he said. that Dago George is left with no doubt in_bis mind that he is at the command of our young friend here. Teresa's pen scratched rapidly again across the paper. s { " Nicolo Capriano was at his inter- { minable occupation of plucking at the counterpane. Dave Henderson pushed his hand through his hair in a curiously ab- stracted sort of way. There scemed to be something strangely and sud- denly unreal about all this—about this man. with his cunning brain who lay here in this queer four- poster bed; about that trim little fig- ure, who bent over the table there. and whose profile only now was in view, the profiie of a sweet. womanly face that somehow now seemed to be very earnest. for he could see the reflec- tion of a puckered brow in the little} nest of wrinkles at the corner of her eye. ).\n. there wasn't anything unreal about her. She was very real. He remembered her as she had stood last night on the threshold there. and fwhen in the lighted doorway he had seen her for the first time. He would never forget that—nor the smile that had followed the glorious flod of color in_ her cheeks, and that had lighted up her-eves, and that had for- given him for his unconscious rude- ness. That wasn't what was unreal. All { that would remain living and vibrant. a picture that would endure, and that {the vears would not dim. It was un- real’ that in the space of a few min- utes more everything here would have vanished forever out of his existence {—this room with its vaguely foreign jair. this four-poster bed with its lnrange occupant, whose mep(fil v ! tality seemed to thrive on his phys- al weakness. that slimmer figure there bending over the table, whose masses of silken hair seemed to curl and cluster in a sort of proudly in- timate affection about the arched.| shapely neck, whose shoulders were molded in soft yielding lines that somehow _invited the lingering touch of a hand. if one but had the right. His hand pushed ts8 way again through his hair, and fumbled a lit- tle helplessly across his eyes. And, too, it was more than that that was unreal. A multitude of things seem- ed unreal—the years in the peniten- tiary during which he had racked his brain for a means of eluding the police, “And see {and turn ought quite lon. forgotten colo New Yo Nigolo's stared ce a lana from v, c ancis | Travel only b, yourself trains, or thr, taken here. vou have ! comfortably through the dinin {sate u do not t unle: Dave I “So! and pu ot be tonizht be He tu my our voun upstairs e he ros before letter. that it c ¥ She aip handed i colo on Tis away on looked u and it i George 1 thou it azain doubly = know 1 simple pi Tt mean: George was a s A letter one of u: You He Henders ut to h: weapon his shou of finali “Tt is have g an Dave in h (Cont racked it until it had become a physical agony to think, were now dispelled by | this man here, and with such ease that, as an accomplished, concrete fact. his mind somehow refused to accept it as such. He was dead. It was very strange, very curious! He sank back ! a little in his chair. There came a vista of New York—not as a tangible thing of great streets and vast edi- !fices, but as a mecca of his aspira- tions, now almost within his grasp, an arena where he could stand un- !leashed, and where the iron of five! Iyears that had entered his soul| should have a chance to vent itself. Millman was there! There seemed to | come an unholy joy creeping upon him. Millman was there—and he, Dave Henderson, was dead, and In Dave Henderson's place would be a man in that arena who had friends now at his back, who could laugh at the police. Millman! He felt the blood sweep upward to his temple he heard his knuckles crack, as his hand clenched In a flerce, sudden surge of fury. Millman! Yes, the way was clear to Millman—but there was an- other, too. Bookie Skarvan! His hand unclenched.. He was quite { cool, quite unconcerned again. Teresa had finished the letter, and Nicolo apriano was reading it now. He could afford to wait as far as Bookle Skarvan was concerned—he could not afford to walt where Millman was concerned. And, besides, there was his own safety. Bookie Slarvan~ was here in San Francisco, but the fur- jther he, Dave Henderson, got from San Francisco for the present now, and the sooner, the better it would be. In a little while, a few months, ter he had paid his debt. to Mill- man—he would pay nis debt to Bookie Skarvan. He was not likely to for- get Bookle Skarvan! His eyes fell on Teresa. Ha might come back to San Francisco in a few months. With ordinary caution it s to be quite { Henderson on every s r more for Dave Hender: and_ hide b; vou a good many rted from here, too, you must re- young friend little still laboriously and pointed “Old Nicolo's fingers h 1 am certain he Amore. N understand, smiled ‘lope as Teresa entered th n. He —and handed spread, out h bye—eh? the friend of Tony THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. G, T:‘R.IDAY. OCTOBER 14, 1921. FEATURE PAGEI. — e ee—e | safe then. he my young friend. s important personage in than you i old still " r He moment on_through You have money, and thi 1 do not think thére is an » that old Nicolo can do for except to give you a little on will leave here shortly that moment you must be reful. Anywhere near San 0 you might be rccognized. night at first—make of a tramp and use the freight day. After two| b should havei miles from | 1 will be able to travel more ill do not use the the men on rs have all rk arm o 1 half-closed | g o hi anything else, are armed, my fenderson shook his head deep gna hu ejaculated o Capriano, S, 'And it would You to buy a weapon and it might very well vou would need it i e re “d to his s one. T think we might let 1g friend have that revolver in the bottom of the 0ld box not remain defenseloss Yes. Run and of all &h Of how man spent i d tirming i times she 1 howled anc tled with t she did so. her not anp an wl th, < o ful ye and life in i f birthd me the pen ou go. will si; this; Dago . George must be su ame from Nicolo Capriano-- never once | marvelous g days I I onco by Oh myself. “Yor those three than all ni 1 sat down a givin pped the pen in the t to him. 10 propped the 1 motioned His pen moved paper. He| | beckoned Dave | er the bed | young friend.” he smiled—| | to his cramped writing. re old and stiff, her e ac th » 1 thought of my of all she had by d celebrated b you miserabl LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELSIE HOBINSON. I had a birthday recently. They gave me flowers and books and candy and upon me and I saw how peculiar was | Suld have been ; Lidsat o Sraring biithdais : < S ach then teiberutenly | Dy, 62 _SL celeliating chinthdass of seeing what he will do? muttered : : : had been acting all alof « - a circus sz 1- They would not be talking | Tk my e were my own bersona] St ather paitai Sizes 812 to 11 : eet corr S| achievement—as if some folks sh \ h " jof berr ing to divide wit they were fonight and—- 5 2 hould | parmer Brown's Bo, rehed in a|Buste LinEdtoidiane it 3 pmu-‘vzng-!y e Mh: . treetop, was so interested watching | So he said rothing and was gl: g Excellent! the Bear family in the berry patch|Cf it. for he almost Gaughed ° somehow pay love tax to me for being And not once had it occurred to thdays are not a time for | congratulations at all, but a time for mble gratitude. nother. aved to g e had endured 1y weary hou v\ g an tile me—of 1k d Low oint ho had 1 her few f life. In And all t 1 had gone Do d I thanked h ift of life. All tak 55! piker u miserable pi word: birthday pres nd wrote to my te Make. that 1 might round glow ing with pleasure at being alive, did me r e “{'I FFINISHE i ol WITH BT 1ol whiL e good | THE Fhen! WITH THE OTHER PAW v mother. & e Things You’ll Like | Headquarters handkerchlefs. I took them all with | ' the feeling that they were the regular | For Children,s fixings for a birthday. All day 1 was | glad for being alive and the kind words that my friends gave me were 1 as nothing to the kind words that 1 | S h l Sh id to myself on that birthday of Farmer Brown’s Boy’s fop, sany alltiie, When Bus ! SRR PEs mine. It wasn't until the evening : L Boy lowened: bl quiet came that a new thought burst Berries. to yell at nim. But he closed it again without a sound a few quarts of berries to Featuring Extended Soles to Save the Toes BY THORNTON W. BURG watched Buster didn’t m cess in scoopin from the pail that he forgot all about the two pails of berries he had left there the d 1a8t of the berr e R N < s he held it with one Last year were 4.35 Last year were 3.65 before whe sse Bears had fright- Ibefore when those Bears had fright B e xinidils jencd him They didn't enter Then the p: a rronmil his head until he noticed that Buster asp and spilled the last of the i 1d then looked in the pail. which one of tho: s had been t was empty. med i hidden. He think | cious!” exclaimed Farmer bt e him. | | ¢ 3 sudden] it with {Brown's Boy. "I hope that black {a big paw and sent i It land | raseal doesn’t find those aerrt fea L s cines ’ rs. Be r‘ i * i and frigh wer S0 that She jump- | But Buster did. He poked his head g Cand ran s short dictance 11 was {under that bush. then abruptl cked |all funny and quite worth the | It was plain that he v sus- of those berries At least, Farmer He walked around that bush | Brown's Boy thought so, und they three D his berries ared at i ully (Copyright, 1921, be T. W, Burgess.) directior ched his . nose out and air. Then jhose Tou S0 = ¢ The funeral of Miss N Hodgson, jionceshmora round. that{ o cvele Ay s n acel o PERFECT BLEND B coFFEE CANS ONLY : g2 8 ship I thought e me life, ifterward, < she had undr 0w i rapislity »me lettue but und excellent s of which known of the W, nb's with which ople call nd fet- it is right away much | | a loose leaf lettuce, and {1 You can begin to pull the leaves | | 4 soon as three or four have t o } been formed on each plant. It | | a yom qroce et 1| covered with a little straw, = corn salad will last well into | b er fo m kin, , never only On, found a 1 Eim into a great deal handle head d death. He was But the 1o sit up again in the sam < a 1as long while since Dago een that signature—but. would know 1 mad See, I have signed: ‘Con | lo Capriano.” You do not lia * Well, it is hrase. 8 very common phrase. —with . ut to Dago it means something else. It} ecret signal in the old d: signed in that wayv by S means—‘trust to the death® my youn friend ain, and patted Dave | arm. iive me the en- e on the table.™ 14 s inserting the letter in the! room | hed | 1ve ure on Here is a led the envelope, r whimsical gesture | lders El i ta only *—my left then to say good- coung freind—who w- 3 omazzi. You will!land to and good fortune one th 0d luck, <id Henderson was on his feet. | will look s inued in Tomorrow's Star.) A cunning theft from the soil—a e of frost— . whiff of the sca—a ting and you have the most healthful— most zestful of fruits—Cranberries! Cranberries are also the most eco- nomical of fruits—moderate in cost quickest to —casiest to ad. s hair ornam charm hal er for ver which shel for evening wear. It has something | In less time than it takes to tell it !.fihr;-l;-‘n the revolver, nodded as!of the Russian cffect. Cut a piece :.r:dlrl those '“m- sac 1 roiled out sfied himself that it was loaded 5 = e lOf the pafl were in < r's | Both . envelope and ' Plack met the shape shown. Wire “Then he hesituted, He to Dave Henderson. He;it on all edges. Bead it with fri- ted the berries in the pail. but hands then. and lifted | desce a jet be e sn't quite certain of the harm- descent and jet beads. Have a long of that pail v isinger] sel of the beads hanging at each Bend the net to fit the crown a be e o tunning with He had both of the old Italian’s hands | new velvet evening gowns. (Copyright, 1921.) cook—and there is no waste! Try this recipe: - Cranberry Sauce One quart cranberries, two cups boiling water, 135 t0 2 cups sugar. 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