The Washington times., 1913-02-20
The TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
The Destroying Angel
By Louis Joseph Vance
By Louis Joseph Vance


cost their holders top-notch spectators
prices.
They'll wreck the theater," he shout
ed. excitedly, mopping his brow with
his coat sleeve: 'and hanged IL blame
,em. What did she pull a raw one
like this for?" .-
Whitaker caught his arm in a grasp
compelling attention. 49,.
Where's Miss Law?" he asked.
You tell me and I'll make you a
What's happened to her? Can't you
find her?''
II dunno-go ask Max"
Where Is heT'
him he was tearing the stars dressin'
room up by the roots"
Whitaker hurried on just in time to
see Max disappearing in the direction
of the stage door, at which point he
caught up with him. and from the man.
ayers disjointed catechism Of the door
keeper garnered the Information that
the star had hurried out Of the building
while Max was making his announce
ment before the curtain.
Max swung angrily upon Whitaker.
oh, it's you, is it?" Perhaps you can
looking straight at you when she dried
up. l saw her"
Perhaps you'd better fl d Miss Law
and ask her. Whitaker interrupted.
Fave you any idea where she's gomez
return. -
Where's that?'
"Flfty-seventh street--houee of her
own-just bought it,
Come on. them" Passing his arm
him out into the alley. Wen get a
taxi before this mob begins to pour out
Of the theater"
But, look here-what business've you
got mixing in?''
ASK Miss Law" said Whitaker.
tongue to tell the man fiatly, I'm her
husband. But he retained wit enough
70 oeny himself the satisfaction of this
shattering reto;nder. I know her." he
added That's enough for the present"
didn't you say sou Max demanded,
heatedly.
Il didn't know 1 knew her-by that
name, said Whitaker, lamely.
At the entrance to the alley Max
weIl-beloyed theater.
I'd give 5000 gold dollars IL 1 hadn't
met you this afternoon he groaned.
It's too late now" Whitaker men,
TONED the obvious. But IL I'd under
stood, / promise You 1 wouldn't have
come-at least to sit where she could
see me-"
He began gently TO urge Max toward
broadway, but the manager hung back
like sulky child.
Il always knew that woman was q
Jonah" he grumbled.
You we're calling her your mascot
two hours ago."
Shell be the death of me yet" the
little man insisted. gloomily He
stopped short. jerking his arm free.
look here: I'm not going. What's the
work to do back there"-with a jerk
of his head toward the theater.
Whitaker hesitated; then, without re-
Gret- decided to lose him. 1t would be
as well to get over that first interview
without a third person present.
Very WE'LL" he said. beckoning
taxicab into the curb. What's the ad-
drcss?"
Max gave it sullenly.
.''So-long," he added morosely, as
Whitaker opened the cab door and pre-
pared TO enter. Sorry ever laid eyes
OF YOU"
Z Whitaker hesitated. How about that
ne inquired. rs Il still on?"
How in blazes do / know Come
round to the Beaux Arts and find out
for yourseIf-same's as I'll have to-"
'All right" said Whitaker, doubtfully.
He nodded to the chauffeur, jumped in
tu the cab. and pulled the door to. AS
they swung away he received a parting
Impression Of Max, his pose modelled on
:he popular conception Of Napoleon at
clasped behind his
back. hair in disorder. chin on his chest,
= lowering frown shadowing his face
rs he stared somberly after his depart
ng guest
Whitaker settled back. and, oblivIous
10 the lights of Broadway streaming
past. tried to think-tried with indiffer-
ent success TO prepare himself against
The imminent conference he had to an
ticipate. 1t suddenly presented itself to
lis reason. with shocking force, that
ais attitude must be humbly and wholly
lpologetic II was a singular case. He
mad come home to find his wife on the
roint of marrying another man-and
SHE was the one entitled to feel ag-
,iieved, Assuredly, Drummond had
said with justiicatio that Whitaker
had MANAGED to mess things up neatly.
Strange twist of the eternal triangle,
4 Continuation Of This story Will
Be Found In TOmOrrOw's
IGsue Of The Times.