Evening Star Newspaper, November 13, 1923, Page 20

. 1 Ro of Peoplo Whose Vi Bei. An Onugs Bome, 8 gl T ST, B By FRANK L. PACKARD “The Miracle Man,” *Fy - Awlng; ;{“ A'T.'ifm'-;' - mu“nr:n No? On,” etc. | I ; . to .! THIS BEGINS THE STORY. - Hawkins, an old New York cabman. unable ¢o throw off bis love of drink, pewas his littie motherless daughter, Claire, to bis old friend, I Veniza, to be brought up without know! edge of her real father until he can redeem his Plodge by overcoming bis weakness and redeen fog himself. Twenty years later,a futile at- anipt made by & yousg unknown ‘man to s awa ger sbip sailing from Samoa the keen oblénr‘:nn:;'l one of the passengers, who follows asl o omishen Wi by revealing sccurate know ge of bis former life Youngster of Wealth aud weak spot—gambling tative promise of & with one reuaded by the ten- assage home to relate the etory of bi rings since his disappea unce from San Francisco, the stranded youth Tells of touching the low spots of life in a ! Sain effort to_follow successfully the lure of chance. Satisfled that the youth has mo crim 1 Tecord. the mysterious passenger draws | Wp a strange contract, whereby the younger man agrees to pawn himself—body and soul iato biy service. Gllbert Larman nature of the older man upon the written bond . known widely as the head of ‘America's wealthiest chain of gambling houses. iThe soung man writes his sigmatre with tive invisible ik, requiring the action of It sca water to briog out the simple name T the gambling house which Sits" as n secret inspector. he plays il he is broke. and through Che X s given a cha o pawi he pawnbeoker is ¢ marvelously besntiful iling her taxicab, he gets into m ited foreigners, but finds ver at the feet of She calls in Dr. , but a drug addict, She repulses his grees to irl in_the Craog. a brilliant physi who is in_love with advances, but to save Bruce's life marry Crang. AND HERE IT CONTINUES. LAIRE VENIZA obeyed him in a mechanical way. Her brain was numbed, exhausted, pos- sessed of a ;.iut weariness. She watched him for a little while. He flung another order at her. “Make that couch up into a bed.! he directed. “He can’t be moved even ugstairs tonight.” Azain she obeyed him; finally she helped him to lift John Bruce to the h She sat down in a chair and waited #—dhe did not know what for. Dr. Cranz had drawn another chair to the couch and sat there watching his patient. John Bruce, as far as she could teil, showed no sign of life. Then Dr. Crang’s voice seemed to float out of nothingness: ‘He will live, Claire, my dear! By God, T'd like to have done that piece of work in a clinic! Some of ‘em would sit up! D've hear. Claire, he'll live!™ She was conscious that he was studying her; she did not look at him, nor did_she answer. An_cternity seemed to pass. She beard a motor stop outside in front of the house. That would be her fggher and Hawkins. front door opened and closed. ps entered the room—and sud- v seemed to quicken and hurry rd. She rose from her chair. What's this? What's the matter? What's happened?’ a tall, white- Baired man cried out. . Tt was Dr. Crang who answered “Oh—this, Mr. Veniza?' He waved Pis hand_indifferently toward the couch. “Nothing of any importance e shrugged his shoulders in cool im- perturbability, and smiled into the mrave, serious face of Paul Veniza. “The really important thing is that Claire has promised to be my wife.” ¥or an instant no one moved or @poke—only Dr. Crang still smiled. And then the silence was broken by a curious half laugh, half curse.that full of menace. You 1i#" Hawkins, the round, ved-faced chauffeur, had stepped from behind Paul Veniza. and now faced Dr. Creng. “You lie! You damned coke cater! I'd kill you first!” “Drunk—again!’ drawled Dr. Crang contemptuously. “And what have you Hawkins:” counseled Paul a quictly. He turned to Claire ? Clafre,” he asked, “is—is this true? . She nodded—and suddenly, blindly, started toward the door. he said. Veniza stepped after “Not tonight, father.” she said in a Jow voice. “Ploase let me go. He stood aside allowing her to pass his face grave and anxious—and then he turned again to Dr. Crang. She is naturally very upset over what has happened here said Dr. Crang, ecasily—and suddenly reaching out grasped Hawkins' arm, and pulled the old man forward to the couch. #Here, you!" he jerked out. “You've sot so much to say for yourselt—take @ look at this fellow!" old chauffeur bent over the " he cried out in a star- tled way. It's the man we—I— grove tonigh ‘Quite so!" observed Dr. Crang. e smiled at Paul Veniza again. -Apart from the fact that the fellow came in through that window with # knife stab in his side that's pretty Tearly done for him, Hawkins knows s much_about it as either Claire or Will Build to Suit Tenant At 1407 L St. N.W. Lot 22x100 to alley Will Refnodel To Suit Tenant at . 918-920 11th St. NW. Lot 27x85.5 to alley éardiner & Dent, In - 717 14th St. N.W. Main 4884 i 1 I do. He's in bad shape. Extremely Serious. 1 will stay with him tonight. He cannot be moved” He nodded suggestively toward the door. “Haw- kins can tell you as much as I can. It's got to be quiet in here. As for Claire”—he seemed suddenly to be greatly disturbed and occupied with the condition of the wounded man on the couch—"“that will have to wait until morning. This man's condition is critical. T can't put you out of Your own room, but- Agalin he nodded toward the door. For a moment Paul Veniza hesi- tated—but Dr. Crang’s back was al- ready turned, and he was bending over the wounded man, apparently oblivious of every other consideration. He motioned to Hawkins and the two left the room. Dr. Crang looked around over his shoulder as the door closed. A ma- liclous grin spread over his face. He rubbed his hands together, Then he sat down in his chair again and be- gan to prepare a solution for his hypodermic syringe. "Yes, ye aid Dr. Crang softly, addressing the unconscious form of John Bruce, “vouw'll live, all right, my friend, I'll see to that. though the odds are still against you. Yo too—ha! ha!—valuable to die! You | played &n luck when you drew Sydney ngus Crang, M. D., 3 Angus Crang, as your attending And then Dr. Sydney Angus Crang made a little grimace as he punc- tured the flesh of his' arm with the needle of the hypodermic syringe and injected into himself another dose of Yes, id Dr. Sydney Angus Crang very softly, his eyes lighting d%:o“ aluable, much too valuable—to CHAPTER V. Hawkins, In the outer room, the door closed behind them, Paul Veniza and Haw- kins stared into each other's eyes. Hawkins' face had lost its ruddy, weather-beaten color, and there was a strained, perplexed anxiety in his ex- pression. “D'ye hear what she said.” he mum bled. “D've hear what he said? Go- ing to be married! My little girl, my innocent little girl, and—and that dope-feeding devil! I—I don’t under- stand, Paul. What's it mean Paul Veniza laid his hand on the ] other's shoulder, as much to seek, it | seemed, as to offer sympathy. shook his head. IRpaty: e I don’t know.” he said, blankly. Hawkins' watery blue eves under their shaggy brows traveled miser- in the direction of the staircase. —1 aip't got the right” he choked. “You go up and talk to her, Paul.” Paul Veniza ran his fingers in a | troubled way through his white halr; then, nodding his head, he turned abruptly and began to mount the stairs, Hawkins watched until the other had disappeared from sight, watched until he heard a door open and close softly above; then he swung sharply around, with his old, drooping shoul- ders suddenly squared, strode toward the door that shut him off from Dr. Crang and the man he had recognized as his passenger in the traveling pawn shop earlier that night. But | at the door itself he hesitated, and after a moment drew back, and the shoulders drooped again, and he fell to_ twisting his hands together in nervous indecision as he retreated to | the center of the room. i And he stood there again, where Paul Veniza had left him, and stared ADVERTISEMENT. | looked at with the hurt of a dumb animal in his eyes at the top of the staircase. “It's all my fault” the old man whispered, and fell to twisting his hands together once more. “But— but I thought she'd be safe with me." For a long time he seemed to pon- der his own words, and gradually they seemed to bring an added bur- den upon him, and heavily now he drew his hand across his eyes. . “Why ain't 1 dead?’ he whispered. “I ain’t never been no good to her. Twenty years, it is—twenty years. Just old Hawkins—shabby old Haw- kins—that she loves ‘cause she's sorry for him.” Hawkins' room. “I remember the night 1 brought her here. He was still whispering to himself. “In there, it was, I took her.” "He jerked his hand toward the inner room. . “This here room was the pawnshop then. God, all those years ago—and—and 1 ain’t never bought her buck again, and she | ain't known no father but. Paul, and His voice trailed off and died away. He sank his chin in his hands. Occasionally he heard the murmur of volces from above, occasionally the sound of movement through the closed door that separated him from Dr. Crang; but he did not move or speak again until Paul Veniza came down the stairs and stood before him. Hawkins searched the others face “It—it ain't true, is {t, what she said?" he questioned, almost fiercely. | “She didn’t really mean it did she, ! Paul?” v Paul Ven eyes roved about the turned his head away. “Yes, she meant it,” he answered in a low voicer * don’t understand. She wouldn't give me any explana- tion." Hawki “But didn’t you tell her of a man Crang is? Good Go didn’t you tell her what he i8? he knows it without my telling her,” Paul Veniza said, in a dull tone. But T told her again; I told her it was impossible, incredible. Her only answer was it was inevitable.” “But she doesn’'t love him She can't love h Hawkins burst out. “There's never been anything between them before.” “No, she doesn’t love him. Of course, she doeen't!” Paul Veniza said, as though speaking to himself. He Hawkins suddenly under knitted brows. nd she says she never saw that other man in her life before until he stepped into the car. She says she only went out tonight be- cause thy were so urgent about it up at the house. and that she felt evers thing would be perfectly safe with vou driving the car. can't make anything out of it iawkins drew the sleeve coat across his hrow It was in ti:e room, but little beads of mo were standing out on his forehead. “I ain't brought her nothing but ¢ life.” he said, brokenly. clinched his fists suddenly. at kind of his cool ture, it that way. old friend! hands sought the other's shoulders. 1 don't see how you are to blame for this. Claire said that other man treated her with all cour- tesy, and left the car after you ha gone around the block; and she doesn't kpow how he afterward came here wounded any more than we do—and any way, it can't have anything to do with her marrying Dr. Crang.” “What's she doing no demanded Hawkins, abruptly he up there ng her heart out, ain’t she?" aul Veniza did not answer. Hawkins straightened up. A sud- den dignity came to the shabby old figure. What hold has that devil got on my little girl?" he cried out, sharply “I'll make him pay for it, so help me God! My little girl, my little——" *“S-sh!” Taul Veniza ught hur- riedly at Hawkins' arm. Be careful, old friend!” he warned. “Not so loud! She might hear you.” Hawkins st a timorous, startled nce in the direction of the stairs, seemed to shrink again into a statu as shabby as h clothing. His lips twitches he twisted his hands together. “Ye: he mumbled; “yes, she—she might hear me.” He stared around the room; and then, as though blindly ADVERTISEMENT. “Don’t t: Paul Veniza 2 He | | Constipation and the toxic poison- | | ings that come from it not only| take the enthusiasm out of life, | making you depressed and physi- | cally and mentally dull—but they | head you into the most dreaded of human direases. You can actually rid voureelf of these dangers if you will EAT KELLOGG'S BRAN REGULARLY !—at_least two table- spoonfuls daily: in chronic cases with every meali! 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Paul Veniza's voice choked a little. i “Your hat, old friend,” he said, picking up the old man’s hat from the table and following the other to | the_door. “Yes, my hat.” said Hawkins—and | pulling it far down over hiz eves. | crossed the sidewalk and climbed into | the driver’s geat of the old closed car that stood at the curb. He started the car mechanically, | He did not look back. He stared straight ahead of him except when, at the corner, his eves lifted and helvl[ for a moment on the lighted windows | and the swinging doors of a saloon— | and the car went perceptibly slower. Then his hands tightened fiercely in | their hold upon the wheel, until the | white of the knuckles showed, and the car passed the saloon and turned thg next corner gnd went on. falfway down the next block it almost came to a halt again when| opposite a dark and dingy driveway that led in between and to the rear of | two poverty-stricken frame houser. Hawkins stared at this uninviting | prospect, and made as though to turn the car into the driveway, then, shak- | ing his head heavily, he continued on | along the street. | T can’t go in there and 3 *said Hawkins hoars It's—it's like |lips with the tip of his tongue. HEY CLARICE, ComE onN OUTSIDE AN’ SEE TAZZBYS SUNKEN GARDENS! THEY COST % 75 000. SUNKEN 75000 she'd died—same as they told me ™ | about her mother the night 1 went to jone week. Paul's.” The car moved slowly onward. It turned the next corner—and the next. It almost completed the circuit of the block. Hawkins now was wetling his s hands on the wheel were trembling. The car had stopped. Hawkins was staring at the lighted windows and the swinging doors cf the saloon He sat for a long time motionless then he climbed down from his seat. e,” Hawking whispered to olf. “Just one. I—I'd go maa if 1 didn’t.” (To be continued tomorrow.) 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