Evening Star Newspaper, February 14, 1926, Page 82

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. O, FEBRUARY 714, 1926—PART 3 THE YELLOW DOG BY J. S. FL ETCHER. Everything Pointed to Clear Getaway for the Robber. e prepar Hankin carerul three at last of him, meant Eankin with ade guch during [ come within a wi there lere. 1 jews to rob ¥ 1o stun and son's ha which ue And ull Lnsusper ntent, night, tinkle min 1 He 10 (b to strike hi . the one quivering with lence v the ting, the othe which the old n from dur ich he had nd road. He nd hegan Whitechapel And in time he considered to nkinsorn unu. sharp, and it had not taken him more than one nee to see that in one of these shutters there was a crack You could see the light in the shop through it. Therefore, through it you could see into the shop. Hankinson contrived to see into the shop through a good many times. Wi nights it it his obser- % in the shut whett rring < window \fe, which his preparations nee t the old m pertor “Thirdly zrandda in the formed t that this young w long he closi; nights; at any r n retir hours on te there was a win- dow in the very upper room in whic & lghe shone for awhile every night at hal’-past nine. crew to be po tively certain vond this there Marcc in the <inson did not content him- observation only. He the inside of e he invented a iting it twice—by 0 mend and calling article a few days asions he inspected grounds with du md inspection_he told hir t it was all right. The big safe in which old Marcovitch ktcwed his best things stood detached frora the wall; between the wall and it there was a space in which a man to see this care. new hunt selt th HANKINSON, o Ther part of the premises he heard the sound o |a withdrawn cork 1 a litt urgling {and splashing; the old man, said | Hankinson to himself, was about to inww\h himself with a drink en came the scent of i strong, pungent | e and presently Marcoviteh re. [ turned into view, a cigar in one corner | o his bearded lips ing tu in his hand. An odor of rom 2, insi s penetrated to Hankinson and overcome the nasty smell of th lotd garments. Because of his previons vi Hankinson was well acquai ed with the accustomed routine str I began by unlocking Thei cert om the etter wired iy 5 ok out un Is fcount sort « vease on hi from a ich tilled n things ¢ he window wire, closely meshed imped. There were trays in that which containe ri wnd ices and ornaments set with dian wnd pearls. Se But Huavkinson, his nose to the thick plate glass'win dows, h: #ood idea that he could easily stow way a hundreds of pounds’ of those 1vs in one of his pockets. Good stuff, lies in little room. 1 h It was Hanki h n W and the co i on the counte ing them everything sandbag wis t hand d a gag ¢ e said self, s intentign to hit trays the er cases had heen ov M wine s 1o trans He attack: the wiready grasped i his in a left-hand pocket he | Il ready to insert in the old n aws; in ther pocket a length ¢ cord wherewith to Marcovitch’s wrists. And the moment was drawing near, was almost there, when Marcovitch turned from his tray to the safe, took out of a drawer a small packet done up In brown paper with a tissue paper lining, and with a huckle of delight, shook out on counter a quan of loose dfa- ready the secure I there was prot il of them. They n othing but the thouzht o goodness would tied way in which s he bent over faces over « man hem, t with was time. Hank the s viteh's hes out and brought down on Mar when H. pa > me minutes he hands behind his back : rzether. fr stened his w And it was plishment strar 1 alive L+ queer sniffing, close at band. Hankir that sound. s the by an impriso t the crack of its pris “Lumme!” whisperec himself. *“A blinkin’ dawg! ke lost no time after that, and as he transferred the most valuabie rose of these e sound drawir m the he sound nson to these things were | ving often glued | Fhere w ust then, cer. 11 ere other things (o think of Hankinson realized his dan. made a sudd dash back. | The girl set’ up a loud scream, dashed plw lamp in his face, drew back with | the agility of a snake and locked the door behind Hankinson i”“’w his way her went, too, then. He to the street door and As he crossed the i unpleasant feeling | stnuous, w body that cannoned st his legs, and he kicked out [itin sheer frenzy of hatred. But when he reached the pavement and looked {round him there was no dog ther with another « he made hi £ out | threshold he had oW Doint away on S chief des s nobody about just at there were people ither hand. and s wis to mingle zet bevond them. He turned to the rizht and sped swittly away, Just then the girl darted into the t from the side entrance a out 1l that startled every midnight stroller within the eighth of a mile. “Murder” Hunkinson try. It was 1 it was blek was light flingin he turned queer from that 20 yards Hanki with an. hot into the nearest en- shi where he entered ft; where he traversed ft; it again where he le And it, he saw fig- him: also he heard a sound not so far away He then knew that here 15 business and he t his teeth van. There was a « k of alleys and cow 1d Gueer pla Hankinson dodged from one to the other. But wherever he went he heard the queer padding nd, and he cursed that oneeyed, vellow dog to the depths of & dog’s tail. And yet—once, twice, thrice, he looked round—at least once with his revolver in his hand—and never saw any dog at all, not even when there were patches of light which the pur- suft, brute or human, must cross. Eventually Hankinson, spent ath, darted into a dark court *xt minute somethin seemed ch him by the anl N 1t phinge for rd, 1 wall, saw t rs tlash before his eves, at buzzing and hum somewhere behind his ears. And im- tely after that Hankinson. for the tim: telt and saw nothing When H sciousness (fter addin, 1is heels es thereabouts, of The to wade o shed his 1sands of nd felt a ming rise up sh being, nkinson came back to con- gradually realized thut s of an undeni Save for a dull ally varled pain, he was not He was Iving on some- and warm: his head ed; he felt t tucked a cov- He judged ngs that he was not, at station; experi \ that in those ideration was shown | S no use opening | r sort absolue black da deep, misty blue of which, high faint spot of rub; He could make that out, e could tell that the darkness was blue and not black; more than that it was impossible to | ? wus a queer, clinging, and per- BLINKING UPWARD. SAW STANDING AT HIS SIDE A GIGANTIC CHIN. THE COSTUME OF HIS OWN COUNTRY. could easlly bestow himself unnoticed. | things to his pockets—diamonds here, ' 1ieating scent all around and about: rhe only difficulty was to s 1nobserved entrance to the shop. For 1ong vigilant observation had shown 1lankinson that when Marcovitch was vot behind his counter the curly hended Loy was there; and when the boy was mnot there, Marcovitch was. Hankinson watched for his_oppor. tunity for two Friday nights.” At 10 snintues to 11 on the second the op- yortunity came. For some reason or other the old jeweler sent the lad out of the shop. A moment later he him- gelf quitted the counter and disappear- ed into the re Aud thercupon Jlankinson slipped in. and a mm-_4! Jater had hid himself between the safe and the wall. There were old coats end cloaks hanging there. and thy 1ade good cove It Marcovitch, when he came back, had narrowiy fnspected these ancient garments, he 2night have found Hankinson’s nose ure_an protruding at one place and his feet at | another. But Marcovitch suspected nothing. "[HE usual voutine of the establish ment went on placidly presently put up the shutters and went away, Marcoviteh Jocked, chained and holted the door. Ile disappeared into thp pawnbroking part of his shop. Jfankinson hgard more bolting and The boy | 1 gold there—he wondered how it was that he had never scen any dog about Marcovitch’s premises. Presently the sniffing sound died away. And, with- out as much as a glance at the fallen man, Hankinson made round the counter to the door. But going, he ! took care to turn out the gas. Hankinson had manipulated the key, the chain and the bay, and was about to open the door in gingerly fashion, { when he heard a sound at the rear of the shop. Ho turned, muttering a curse. A door had noiselessly opened, and there, holding a lamp above her God Marcovitch’s _grand- She was In her nightgown, black, lustrous—fell ; her great eyes shone like stars. ling against her head, dwughte her hair—long, | tar below her wais dilated with alarm And at her side, muz knee, wus the strangest, ing beast of a dog that Hunkinson hud ever set eyes on. It was queerly shaped, it waus of no known breed, it was a vile yellow in color, and it had only one ey It was borne in upon Hankinson, amidst the rush of thoughts which this new sit- luation forced on his consciousness, that he would have bad dreams about that dog, and he cursed it without knowing that he was even thinking ef 1t. ugliest-look- | 4 seent of saffron and musk and san- | dalwood; it waus heavy, thick, almost { oppressive: it made him cough. There {had been an unearthly silence about {that place until then; Hankinson’s cough sounded like a report of a re- volver let off in & vault. And when it died away and silence fell once more, Hankinson heard the sniffing and snuflling of a dog somewhere close by. Then he remembered everything and a cold sweat broke out all over him. And at that moment a flood of light | was turned on, silently, and Hankin- son, blinking upward, saw standing t his side, a gigantic Chinaman, clad in the costume of his own country, who locked down upon him with an expression which would have sat well on the face of a sphinx. This extraor- dinary vision so frightened Hankinson that he immediately closed his eyes and shut it out. Then he felt a cool hand laid on his forehead and heard a voice speaking in perfect Lnglish and soft, mellifluous tones. “Flow do vou feel now voice. asked the ANKINSON made so bold as to open his eyes again. He took another, a longer look at the China- man. The Chiraman wore spectacles, |ana 1t was impossihle to see his eyes d let | clearly, but his tones were propiuating, and Hankinson's spirits revived “Bloomin’ queer,” he answered. tried to move and fol found movement difficult. continued—*ow did I guv'nor?” “I carried you into my house, the Chinaman. “I was tak at my door when you darte followed by a dog. caught 1 by the stumbled nd fell, and dashed your head against the wall. That,”” he ulded, laying a delicate fingertip on a lump of wet lint which decorated Han kinson's right temple—*“that is where your head came into contict something harder. 1t is well for you, my friend, that your frontal bon are of more than usual strength.” Hankinson stared. Then he referred to the only part of the speech which seemed to him to be really pertinent “That there dawg, now?”” he asked anxiously. “Wot about 'im, guv'nor?” The Chinaman pointed to a door at the foot of the couch on which Hun- kinson was lying “The dog,” he answered, “Is safely bestowed in there. He followed us in—and I took good care that he should not go out, He appears to be an animal of undoubted sagacit Hankinson moved again, and again found that movement was difficult, if not impossible. “I'm obliged to ver, guy'no sald, “T--1 be movin’ now, ain't no objection?” The Chinaman gravely “Not t,” he said. “It will not he well for you to move just yet. Let me advise you to rest quietly where you are." “An’ why?* demanded Hankinson suspiciously. “There ain't nothink serious, is there, guv'nor? A crack on the 'e’d, now-—that ain’t nothink. 1 got business, yer see, and— “And there are thoss who have business with you,” remarked the Chinaman. ‘“The police.” Hankinson felt cold “Perlice?” he e (bout the perlice then” 1 The Chinaman stre nd pulled a small, w behind Hankinson's head He silently directed Tle son w,” ha come ‘ere, said by me, ankle and 1 he it you shook his head n A “Wot ain't i n arm weeled table from Hankinson’s muttered Hankinson ce of the table w ered with an array of ohjects, pl enough in th hut come to Hankinson under present cir cumstances. These chjects wera laid out in order neatl There wis a row of was another row of and solld. There we . bracelets—al scorned And thero wer fine pearls— some cellent and, in the center of everything, lay the dlumonds over which the old jeweler hLad chuckle Also, In one corner of the table lay Hankinson's revolver. Hankinson felt very sick as he look t these things. Yet—it was t he had expected. And wll he 1id do was to glare resentfully t the biand features of the spectacled face. The Chinaman, however, re mained unmoved. “That,” he said, indicating the table, “will explain much. If you wish for further explanation—Mr. Marcovitch 18 dead.” Hankinson jumped—as much as that curious {nertia would permit. “He was quite dead when the police entered his shop,” said the Chinaman “You hit him too hard. 1 perhaps you are not very experienced in the use of the gag. However, he is dead, and the police are in pursuit of you.” Hankinson began to whimper. “Yer've trapped me!” he whined. “Yer meanin’ to 'and me over! Yer'd a deal better ‘ave let me lle where I | was. An’ vou've done somethink to me, an’ all—can't move. “That,” replied the Chinaman, “is the effect of a medicine with which T have treated you. Rest awhile, and the effect will pass off. Iam not going to hand you over to the police. You are quite safe—quite safe. I repeat— so long as you do what I tell vou.’ Hankinson stared. He wis suspi clous as ever, but there was a calmn confident assurance about the China- man which went far to allay “You see me right, guv’ make it all right wiv you, sinuating Struth, I 'adn’t no in- tentions o’ finishing the old man! An’ wotever you likes out o’ that little lot, it’s yours: The Chinaman pushed the table out of sight again. “We can discuss that matter later on.”” he said. “At present you must tuke some food, and after that you must sleep until evening, and the: will see about getting you awa: Hankinson's small eyes looked a sharp inquiry. ISbritet” ho asked. “No fetchin’ the perlice in while I'm here?” “You can trust me,” answered the Chinaman. “It would not suit me to have police in my house. I have my own affairs.” That remssured ilankinson. And presently he ate yhe soup—good rich soup, with strength in it—which the Chinaman brought him, and after that he went to sleep quite calmly. HEN Hankinson woke again thera were two Chinamen in the room with him. One was the big man cov mselves and systematically gold wa old ct pendar good ins- of the previous interview, the other, i nstituty iz the air | The dog suddenly | with | Wbout | sald as ‘ow ver liked to How's i kinson been out lingo b be now, guv-n ' you come from. would it? understand that's a The big Ct if to attra Now listen,’ Ch lon as ld vour dfamonds America to go.” Hankinson silen 1 can wherever you n over his in- he i “Diamonds, eh’ musingl! “There are other things than diamonds, | yer know. “I have estimated the va was on you gravel, “The diama about 2,000 pounds. You will get one third of their value in The other things are worth ab or 500 poun You with me—my share.” “Done!” exclaimed Hankinsor how am T to get down to t} ship?” asked anxiously, ter me as ‘ow th sharp lookout for me, g it to be done?" The big Chinaman motioned to the smaller 1t 400 “But there proety he X s one. his gentlen You some o down dressed dark. T will prepare y up with a little pai ters. And we will presses.” Hankinson chee il the proposed transformatic on Chinese trou: and Chinese hoots; he was fit per garments whic their strangeness, with their silky sat down, ed a bc delicate brushes and Hankinson's head worked with the zest of a true artist, and the other Chinaman stood by an admired without moving a muscle of his features. At the end of half an hour Hankin- lend set to work on and f He Amsterdam. | in leave those | HANKINSON RE. HE. MADE ALIZED HIS DANGER. A SUDDEN DASH BACK {n a mirror, |ing through the stout cord that hadtil It did n ather with a 1S o} nor. eserve 2 poli he Hank he word. Now t n produced a =mall bag. gleams . He mac e 1o s the pocket wher s me Then he gave the bi thine,” he st strange folks| revol oin” wive over, gnv'n my JITHOUT more d a iBanad oty led the He saw v a wi by hem p: s of the lamp, couple of nerge fro: hem. 1 excitement to see t of the pror h of 1 and that pa in the su “whi fow 1 leane the vellow | e | 1l sly | saw triot | corner progress | | own edings, he threw | | of eat- | prisoned The leaning through seious for a sed icling ftself past h had time to _comnpreh that bodv vanishi He shut the wir ) resume it vounz e window 1 of a sir e big man riot to this iog ha ceeded to divest ental garments an which Hunkingon had to put AEE and face and ha wnkinson’s hat pulled down ove ose, slipped out of that quiet h 1 went away by d ked in waiting for i > tollowing Hankinse And Hankinson went and he di »ple walked in the g had what } ght or would substit e genuine articles. He t of ing th to in a b of an t ward, smiling bland knew the nearest way to t ig Chinams: nd it took him litde time t here. All his business, that two lows, clad in slop suits were dogging his every fc did he know that ar one-eved mongrel was s nd him, keeping close and to the front of ve perpetually fixed on it ursuit. Hankinson never saw that dog un thoughts and he vellow-faced, shops, p one-eye. eleme unfortun: hu Reasons Why Married Men Live Longer Than Bachelors in the Modern World BY EL EI a middl is one of the most ha careers in the world. E McCORMICK. | aged bachelor | rdous Any. man who has placed his right | a bachelor button | to be a target for | respectfully in- | risks he L. tension | 30 ha hand on and vowed never hand-thrown rice vited to consider the According to Dr. Eugene medical director of the Life single men over also garbed in Chinese dress, was a!talent for dying that could almost be younger man of about his own size | and weight—an almond-eyed, stolid- taccd fellow who was regarding Han- kinson with an inscrutable expression on his immobile features. The bis man was talking to the small one in gibberish which Hankinson did_not understand. Catching sight of Han- kinson's opening eyes he broke off the conversation. “You are quite better now,” he sald, notquestioningly, but in positive as- sertion. ‘You—now you may get up. There is food and drink ready for you in the next room. Come this way.” Hankinson followed the two men into an apartment which did duty as {iving room and kitchen. There was a table set out in English fashion. Han- kinson was motioned to seat himself. The smaller Chinaman sat down in a corner and stared at him; the big one eerved him with hot roast fowl. Never had Hankinson eaten such tender food in his life. And he gave him a bottle of stout. It seemed to Hankinson that he had never tasted such nectar. He stuffed himself, he guzzled freely, won- dering all the time what it all meant And when at last he could eat and drink no longer, he looked his host In the face with half-impudent inquiry. For Hankinson was sure that the big Chinaman was not playing the good samaritan for nothing; he would want his fee, like everybody else. “An' now what, guv'nor?” asked Hankinson familiarly. “If it's all the same to you, ver know, I should like to ’op it. 1 dessay it's all right, but this ‘ere neighborhood ain’t what you'd call healthy, is it, now?” The big Chinaman, who had taken a by his compatriot during the finat stages of Hankinson's repast, pro- duced an evening newspaper. His long tapering fingers indicated bold headlines and other uncomfortable things about midnight murder and burglary. Hankinson's pale cheeks grew paler as he read. “Yer mald as 'ow ver could get me away,” he muttered at last. “An’ T | envied by Hindu infants. Their death rate, in fact, is over double that of married men of the same uze. The findings of Prof. Walter F. Wil- cox of Cornell University have shown that the death rate of married men between 30 and 39 is 5.9, while that for bachelors is 12.9. From 40 to 49 | bachelors die off at the rate of 19.5,! while the benedicts’ figure Is only 9.5. | Even at the ripe age of 70 to 79 the married man still has a notable edge on the vital statistic | Being of an analytical turn of mind, | Dr. Fisk is not satisfied merely with | waving a stethoscope in the general | direction of the figures. This fond- | ness which bachelors show for riding under purpieribboned wreaths has | been subjected to microscopic study, ( and the results have not been flatter- | ing to the disciples of single blessed- | ness { In the first place, most bachelors represent rejected | goods on the matrimonial market. The class includes the mental, physi- cal and financial cripples—the men who can't make enough to support a wife or whose conversation is so bor- ing that a woman can’t li more than 10 winutes without emit- ting long and piercing shrieks for help. Naturally, no unmarried man will admit this, even to himself. He thinks he is what he is because of the great force of his will power and his ability to recognize a snare, no matter how rosy its color or how dim the light. As”a matter of fact, nearly every says Dr. Fisk, | young fellow faces 21 with the breezy | assertion that no baby carriage will ever use him for motor power. Those who don’t change their minds are largely the men whom no attractive girl ever thought it worth her while to wage a campaign for | According to Dr. Fisk, one r why bachelors are such promising un- { enough synthetic gasoline to start ! blankets in | guarded brethren. n to it for | | things as untended | cause they | vivid enough to keep them hound to | theé humdrum dertakers’ prospects is that they are without that great conserver of health—a nagging wife, The married man who“takes a Sandow I 1 fusel ofl kiail gets an ow siznal the room causes him to deposit his beverage hurriedly on the top of the what-not The bachelor, however, can drink thi nd the only thing like- s paralysis of the el filling station, Iy to stop him bow. When the mercury retires to its Winter quarters in the bottom of the tube the married man has about as much chance of clinging to his gos. samer underwear as a crab has of learning the Charleston. When the Spring tempests beat across the sky, webs are no more indigenous to the feet of ducks than galoshes to the toes of married men. If a benedict sneezes threo times in succession, a hot foot bath springs miraculously out of the floor, a mustard plaster somehow at- aches itself to his chest and all the the family store spring from nowhere and coil around his neck. A bachelor, on the other hand, can sneeze loudly enough to dethrona kings and nothing will happen except a complaint from the people on the floor below. When he is {1l in bed he gets only the left-handed services of a bell hop or the kindly solicitude of an automatic dumb-waiter. Says Dr. sk “It is small wonder, therefore, that Dachelors die off twice as rapidly as their more carefully watched and Put this on top of the fact that most of them live on res- taurant or boarding house food and the answer is—lavender ribbon and soft music. “But it is not only such material colds or man- ndled proteins that hustle bachelors to their early grav Man hs off | them die of small ailments becaw t have lost the will to live—I have 1o interests vital or wheel of dally exist- ence. A man can't repress anything as important as the parental instinct without running the risk of damaging his mental machiner; A certain amount of straln and responsibility is mecessary for the good health of the mind. Those who don’t have it become apathctic and mentally de- generate, sometimes fading away, simply because they haven't enough interest in the world to keep them alive. “For years the world has heaped unnecessary tons of pity on the head i I | i | {to of the unmarried woman of the matter is that adapts herself to_single readiness that should draw green tears of envy from her bachelor brother. Up to the age of 43, she has a mortallty rate lower than that the married woman; during later }if The truth life with a her rate is somewhat higher. but even | then the difference is so slight th: one would need a magnifying glass tc see i. Most spinsters have the knack of making snug little homes for them selves, and usually they can render culinary sonatas on the gas stove. “Besldes, s insters are superior as a class to the masculine discards in th® bachelor group. M: splendid women are left single through some mere extraneous circumstance— through a little accident of faclal ar- rangement, or by a fluke of geoz- raphy that caused them to be brought up in a manlacking neighborhood. There are superior women who refuse compromise with their standards marrying the only kind of men who happen to be accessfble. A man can roam the world in his search for : wife, but the average woman's hunt- ing ground is almost as restr a city lot. DR. EUGENE L. FISK. A THORITY ON SOCIOLOGY, A the spinster | g sons tha to a than back | widows, however. the standpo: best thin, W car m as poss eadily un | how frequen tremendons the ruggle Widowers thus proving at happens when the nag wom: is absent.” Although sor men f stay sir in order to devot selves wholehea ¥ rt, Dr. Fisk be S that there isn w career in the world that couldn’t be helped by the right kind of wife “The idea that neither man noy an ean reach a point of grea e bee « i trammel married life i nonsense. | says Dr. Fisl Take Pasteur, for ex {ample. If it had not been for the watchfulness Mme. Pasteur, he | probably would have starved to deatt lin his laboratory. Besides watchinz his rest and nutrition, she helpe. him in his nd thed 1 | when he was driven nearly distracte: by malevolent critics. Then let look at distir guished bachelor, Herbert Spencer He confessed in his memoirs that al through his life he had never know: any real happiness. Fven he had finished his ‘Synthetic Philoso phy.’ he felt no glow of exhilaration Despite his wonderful friendships, lif to him seemed flat, s 1 unprotit able—the natural cutting himself off from mal relations with wifi Philosop! nay en; g his work ing hou t i nake him cup of when he's ill in bed, smooth his Laic for him when he tired and disc “An elderiy necessity e th to science o | {or w bachelor of any statio the most patheti bloomed on His thous seems o ri or young men to e wife continues work ase 1'd =ay, let her con. tinue.