The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1909-03-18

all my life and"
But haven't you even thread of
1t; even a strand of wool?'
Why, no. You ask funny questions
More funny than young man who
come here every day | got the rug
and ask the price and cry when tell
him sold 1t to Mr.. Drexlau And to
think of Mr.. Drexlau so soon killed!
like to have the pick of his rugs. 1t
make me rich
From whom did you get the rug?"
broke in Clarke.
The Armenian's eyes kindled with
suspicion. What for you want to
know that?' he said.
Now" said Clarke. tell me where
you got the rug or I'll put the spell on
YOU "-sl leave you that way"
IA. I'll tell, I'll tell" said the
frightened Oriental. Il had it of Is
rael Fangbone in Pell street"
"A well-known fence" said Collins
III we find you've been lying I'll
come back and look into your head and
see everything you've ever DONE"
warned Clarke.
oh, gentlemen, tell the truth; and
listen, | did repair it, Fangbone, he
cut little piece out of it, such little
piece. | weave it in and Mr.. Drexlau
never see it at all. think Fangbone
try to match the wool and get some
fake ones made"
"A scheme that you doubtless sug-
gested," said Clarke. Now, haven't
you that piece?"
oh, no, gentlemen. / gif you my
word of honor. Fangbone he have
It."
Then to Pell street. commanded
Clarke.
I'm afraid you'll find Fangbone
tougher proposition than the Arme-
man.. said Collins when we were once
more in the cab.
IF he is strong character his
weak point is the more vulnerable"
replied Clarke. When | see him
will know where-to attack"
Fangbone in truth was veritable
Fagin. He treated us with twisting,
truculent hands, which seemed to itch,
and his inky-black beard to bristle at
the gain that might be derived from
such a presentable set of FOUNDERS as
he took us to be. Fa
Something's l can show yon. shentle-
mems? Some moneys you want, may
be? j hat it,
Clarke made careful survey of his
antagonist. Yes, Fangbone, it's
money. Twenty dollars on this" and
Clarke took diamond ring from his
finger and laid it in the moist, out
stretched palm.
Fangbone examined it critically, but
with greedy eyes. you hat come by
1t honestly?" he asked.
"Of course. You'll be safe enough
anyway It's easily worth two hun
dred and | may never redeem it,"
mot reteem id?' said Fangbone in
surprise.
NO, wouldn't wear it again. It's
kisheff. l had it of this man Drexlau
who was killed last night, and Just
heard he had blue Bokhara rug that
was kisheff and it killed him."
You say the blue Bokhara is a
kisheff? Who dell you dat?"
'Thaida told me-"
look of fear stole over Fangbone's
forbidding countenance and his eyes
wandered involuntarly toward a
drawer back of the counter in front of
which We were standing.
Here, dake i'd, dake i'd, qvick!" he
said, thrusting the ring at Clarke. 81
will hat nodding to do vid i'd. Thaida
she know. She is wise In de black
magic as in de white Tank Colt l
Wind Id oudt in time
AS soon as we were beyond the line
of vision from the interior Clarke
stopped and accosted typical Pell
street hobo. Here, my man." he said
want to make a half dollar? Well,
wander into Fangbone's, take what
ever he gives you, bring 1t to me and
you get your money" The hobo hur-
ried OFF and ClarRes scheme began to
dawn upon me. In few minutes he
was back. Here's wat de sheeny
give me. Now, where's de mazuma?"
Clarke handed him the money and
in return the man placed in Clarke's
hand square inch of the blue Box
hara!
Superstition. his ruling passion, and
a powerful name in the Ghetto" quiet
ly remarked Clarke. Now the solu.
ton is in our grasp"
We stopped before one of those old
fashioned New York houses, once the
home of fashion and yet to be found in
the lower East side. Clarke sent up
his card and we were admitted to a
drawing room furnished in a quiet
magnificence that contrasted strangely
with the squalor and degradation all
about.
The silken portieres parted and
there stood before us the most beauti-
woman had ever seen.
Clarke started up and took a step
toward her. Their eyes met.