The Washington times., 1909-07-28
| A Thrilling Story of The
| Chinatown longs!
IBy DOUGLAS PIERCE

Without hesitation. therefore, he en-
tered the room pointed out. and quickly
threw off his hated livery.
His heart was beating fast. He was
about to visit the real world again,
to breathe the fresh air and look upon
Cod blue sky. 10 touch shoulders once
more in the street with men of flesh
and blood. instead of cOwled shades
IN d realm of darkness.
No exile returning TO his birthplace
after an absence OF twenty years ever
felt a better rapture than Tom at the
prospect before him.
Unwilling to waste even a moment
of his liberty, he hurried from the
house and, quickly leaving Chinatown
behind him. swung along through the
Italian quarter just beyond. smiling
into the dark faces he met like a boy
cut of school
He had no particular place to 60 for
he realized that Il would be useless
TO get in touch with the police until he
had learned more Of the ms and outs
of his underground prison. or at Least
the place of detention Of the girl car
ried off at the same time as himself
She was in no immediate peril at
present for he had managed by a
strategic move to postpone the casting
of the lot for. her possession until the
following week; but if the authorities
in an excess Of zeal should att mpt a
rescue at this stage Of the game, there
was no telling what might happen TO
No. Moore decided; for the tire being
at least il was the part Of discretion
TO stay away from the police and keep
what he knew TO himself.
Neither, upon consideration. did il
strike him as wise to visit any of his
oldtime haunts uptown, where he would
be morally certain to run into some
body he knew, and have to parry a lot
OF inconvenient questions.
oil Il T. Al
stir and hustle OF life, and TO be msde
feel again that he was a substantial
being of bone and sinew, not some
disembOdied shade roaming through q
sunless inferno
In The absence Of any definite obie,-
tive, therefore, he headed toward the
little patch a green a block or so be-
yond, which is known as Mulberry
Park; and since IL was one Of those
warm, balmV days which occasionally
visit New York even in nfidwinter
seated himself there on a bench.
For a time he amused himself by
watching the children playing and th5
streams of pedestrians hurrying by; but
presently neWsbOy passed along crying
/ his wares, and with this nudge to hi;
memory he becltoned the lad to him.
One of the first things he had in.
! tended to do, of course, was to get the
papers OF the day following his dis
appearance: but in his interested az
probation Of the world to which he
had returned, he hal temporarily for
gotten his purpose
In an issue Of this late date It was
naturally hardly to be expected tha
he would ind anything relating to hi;
a1alri sun, ne might see. Later, ht
! would stroll over to Park Row anc
obtain the back copies he wanted.
He drew from his pockets one of the
! three dimes with which he had started
/ from his room on his eventful night
y
| been settled for, and ne had retained
this small capital through ali his vlcis
STUDIES.
Ee drew out the dime, waited unti
| the neWsbOy had counted the change
! into his palm, then slowly unfolded tn,
paper.
From the first page stared up at hin
| his own unmistakable portrait anC
| across the top Of the sheet was struns
I q faring headline.
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